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“I figured that if this is going to hurt like a bitch, I might as well be comfortable.” She fills in the blanks for me and I love that she is an open book for me even before I have to ask. It makes my heart sore. I walk to the sink to wash my hands before digginginto the kit since clean hands are the first step in infection prevention. Coming back to the couch, I reach in the bag and pull out all of the items that I could need. Even with this being a compact kit, you can tell that she has taken the time to properly stock it, and as much as I want to know why, I think that is a question for a later time.

“I am sorry that this is going to hurt, Lilac, but I promise that I will never purposely cause you pain unless it is medically necessary. Even then, I will feel bad about it. Don’t get me wrong, I am a bad man, but I will never be a bad man to you,” I declare before cleaning the wound and causing her to hiss. I flinch at the sound of her pain but continue for her health. Once the wound is clean, I put in an antibacterial cream and wrap it. The whole time she just stares at me quizzically.

“I have never seen a non-medical professional who could clean and dress a wound so fast. Do you have to do this much?” she asks and her lack of hesitation brings a smile to my face.

“Not often anymore but before the deal my father made, I had to deal with a lot more gruesome wounds without a lot of help. I studied medicine in my free time as a way to save my friends and colleagues.” I answer her truthfully, never wanting to hide anything from her.

She reaches into her bag and calls her boss to let them know that she won’t be able to make it tomorrow and that her family emergency is going to keep her off of her shifts this week. Once the call is over, she looks at me and the vulnerability in her eyes pierces my heart.

“Will you join me to sleep? I am exhausted from today but I don’t want to sleep alone,” she asks, and I would never deny her this. I nod, grab the firearms, take her hand, and we head off to the bedroom. We change quickly, thanks to an extra set of clothes from the car, plug in our cellphones, and climb under hersheets. The moment she lays her head on my chest we both drift off for the most peaceful sleep I have ever experienced.

Epilogue

“Cinnamon rolls and movies are a great recovery.”

Anna

The smell of bacon and cinnamon rolls wakes me from the best sleep that I have ever had to an empty bed and confusion fogging my brain. Forcing myself to climb out of the comfortable bed, I can still see Aldo’s shoes by my bedroom door, which means he didn’t leave. As I step through the bedroom door, I see him standing over the stove in my kitchen with a pan that sounds like where the bacon is cooking.

“Good morning beautiful,” he greets me without turning around, causing a smile to cross my face. I walk up next to him and rest my head on his shoulder, unready to speak without some coffee. He kisses my forehead with a chuckle before popping open my microwave, exposing a coffee from Sly Fox Cafe and the tears brim my eyes. I can’t believe he did this for me without asking. This man barely knows me and he got me breakfast and coffee without any prompting. No one in my life has ever done that but Lucy.

“I got a breakfast of cinnamon rolls and I am making bacon. I had one of my men get you the coffee while he picked up the food because I am not sure how you take it and I knew you wouldneed something to start out your day.” He fills me in before I can even ask. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull myself into him, enjoying all of the comforts that he brings with him this morning. At that moment his phone rings. It’s Gio calling, and he rattles off questions about Lucy and what the outcome was of the warehouse while we were sleeping. I grab my coffee and take some big gulps to prepare for the depth of conversion I know will come after this call. Each drink brings me to more humanity as it enters my system. It is almost 9:00 AM according to the clock on my wall, which means I slept in from my normal schedule. The call ends and he turns toward me.

“The update is that Lucy is okay, but she has some bruising and damage from fighting back when they took her and when they tied her in that room. They didn’t have time to sexually assault her but they stripped her of her clothes to make her feel powerless. I have no doubts that they would have if she had been with them longer, but we got there in time. She is going to stay with Gio until we can guarantee her safety at her own place. When I am not here I would like to post someone inside as backup so you are not alone. I understand that you might be uncomfortable with that but it is just until we understand why she was a target and increase the security here so that you can feel safer in your own home. Do you have any questions or need anything expanded?” he ends with the question without hesitation. I shake my head, unable to answer and just trying to process the information. While I understand that I may have questions later, my brain is barely functional at this moment. He dishes up breakfast and we sit at the table and eat in a comfortable silence. With the way that he looks at me, I cannot help but want to wrap myself in his lap so I can feel safe again.

“I had my guy drop off movies for us and we are going to spend all day relaxing on the couch together before I take you out for a real date that you deserve,” he promises me as we makeour way to the couches where he has pulled out the blankets and a couple of bags of snacks sit on the corner ready for us to enjoy. We make it partway through the first movie before I need his lips. My skin feels electric where we make contact. He leans into the kiss, passion escalating as our tongues dance and the rest of the room falls into the abyss. His warmth and touch consumes me and I reposition to straddle his lap.

“We can wait, baby, if you want to. I am happy to just be here with you,” he reassures me without adding any pressure. His willingness to wait until I am ready makes the decision for me without concern. I pull my shirt over my head, baring my chest to him for the first time, lighting a new type of fire in his eyes. His hands explore my hips and work their way up to cupping my breasts. The soft moan that escapes me at his touch catches us both off guard as I press myself into his bulge. He tilts his head back and releases a groan.

In one swift movement, he grabs my hips and stands from the couch, carrying me on his hips toward my bedroom. I release a giggle at the sudden movement and the way it feels to be carried, most of my weight resting on his hips, rubbing as he takes steps. As we reach the bed he places me down and shucks his shirt, throwing it at the door before reaching for my pants. His fingers find their way below the hem of my pants and as he pulls them down, he places soft kisses on my exposed skin. Every kiss causes a surge of electricity to pulse through my body. As my pants find their way to the floor, he quickly removes his own, smirking down at my exposed skin. Heat floods my cheeks and in response, he climbs up the bed, kissing my skin lightly as he gets closer to my face. In one swift movement, his arms sweep under my ass and pull my knees over his shoulders before burying himself in my pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan at the sensation of his tongue exploring my body. The pleasure overwhelms me and forces my hips tobuck uncontrollably before my orgasm crashes into me. It hits me with a force that feels fireworks being set off beneath my skin. With my eyes closed and breathing through the tremors, I feel him giggle against my inner thigh. His finger slides along the moisture gathered before he slides in a finger and rubs my clit with his thumb. The pressure builds as he slides his finger in and out of me before he adds a second finger. Between the added finger and his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, my legs start to shake again as the cusp of another orgasm finds me. Bowing my back off of the bed and no longer in control of my body, the orgasm takes full control.

“This is just the start baby, I want to ravish you over and over again until your bones are jelly and you have screamed my name so loud that the rest of the building knows it,” he promises me with soft kisses on my hips before making eye contact with me. As he brings himself higher on the bed, he leans over until his lips find mine. I can feel the tip of his cock against my entrance as excitement bubbles in my core.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, still partially out of breath from my last orgasm. He searches my eyes before slowly pushing himself inside of me. With his dick fully seated in me, he begins to piston his hips driving my euphoria to new heights. In one swift movement, he pulls my legs up and places them over his shoulder, giving us a new position. The pressure from the changed position is enough to send me over the edge.

“I need you to cum again, Lilac. I can’t cum until I feel the way that your pussy destroys me for anyone else as you come apart,” he coaxes me and the words do exactly what he wants because I come apart at the seams from my orgasm, incoherently whispering fuck over and over again. His hips jerk as he thrusts into me again and spills his hot cum inside of me. As he pulls himself out of me and climbs out of bed he makes a promise.

“Baby, I will always choose you even in the darkest of times. My soul belongs to you.”

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