“I have to trust you?”
“You know what I mean. I saw stuff.”
“What do you want to have happen next, doll? You want me to take you home and drop you off? Never talk to you again? You can handle that? Walking around your place, knowing what happened there? Better yet, are you going to get a new place? Dive right back into your job. Working as many hours as you can. Avoiding reality.”
“Yeah, well, fuck you,” Eden said. “I like my job. Nobody is taking care of me. So I work and save my money. Didn’t know that was a crime.”
“What about life? What do you enjoy in life?”
“Apparently sleeping with bad men.”
Priest leaned down and touched Eden’s chin. “Say it correctly. We did not sleep together. Wefucked. Ifuckedyou, doll. Iateyour cunt and then Ifuckedyour throat.”
Eden felt chills move throughout her entire body.
“I stand corrected then,” she said.
Eden never had someone talk to her like that before. So rough about it. So honest. Sodirty. Yet it was true. Oh, it was absolutely true. Eden felt the truth. Her body truly ached. Between her legs. Inside her core. Her jaw.
She looked at the fire in the fireplace once again. Now that she was full from eating, her body was completely crashing from the intense highs of the night.
Murder! Sex! Burgers!
“I have to make some more calls,” Priest said as he stood up. “You should get some sleep. We’ll leave in the morning.”
Eden looked up at Priest. Him standing and her sitting made him look even more monstrous and menacing. She reached forthe pockets on his jeans and pulled. She moved to her knees. Then she stood up. The blanket fell down off her, leaving her still wearing nothing but a T-shirt.
Priest touched the bottom of her shirt. His big hands moved under her shirt, touching warm skin. There was no flirting with Priest. No subtle touching. No real teasing. His hands went up Eden’s T-shirt, right for her breasts.
She shivered and let out a soft whimper. His thumbs swiped across her tight nipples with force. Priest then used his right hand to lift Eden’s T-shirt, allowing her breasts to become exposed.
He dropped down, his mouth moving over her right breast with force and ease. Taking her entire breast into his mouth. Suckling so hard that tears filled Eden’s eyes. Her jaw dropped, hands curled up tight. She liked the way it felt. She liked…aggressiveness…
When Priest pulled his mouth away, he grabbed Eden’s nipple with his teeth and tugged until she groaned in pain. His hands moved from her shirt and went for the back of her neck. His thumbs pressed gently against her throat.
Priest kissed her forehead and offered a small, growling sigh.
“Get sleep, doll,” he whispered. “You’re safe here. You’re safe with me.”
He kissed her forehead once more and then walked out of the room.
Eden felt her knees wobble. She climbed into the bed, got under what covers were left, and stared up at the ceiling. Her toes curled up tight, her inner thighs trembling once more, thoughts racing through her mind.
He’s a murderous outlaw. I’m a nurse. I’m on the honest path in life. I’m part of society. He’s not. He’s a criminal. He's evil.
Yet at the end of the day, it was the evil, criminal, murderous outlaw that saved Eden’s life.
Not to mention that horrible man knew what to do with his tongue and his dick.
Eden’s eyes opened the next day and looked around the room. The fire had long since gone out. To her left, the murderous outlaw slept with his right arm over his eyes. Sleeping on top of the covers, wearing his jeans and his boots. Dressed and ready to jump up at a moments’ notice to fight. Or kill.
Next to Priest on the nightstand rested a gun.
Eden swallowed hard. She carefully turned to her right and reached for her phone. There were another thirty messages waiting from Liv and Sophia. Eden skipped reading them all and sent a text letting them know she was alive. Before she put her phone down, it started to vibrate.
Eden ignored it. She sat up a little bit in the bed and caught herself looking at Priest’s jeans. The massive bulge struggling to keep itself contained.
Eden… what the hell…