Page 16 of The Enforcer's Redemption

"Say it again," I growl, pressing my thumb harder against her clit. She’s twitching, jolting, soaking wet for more.

“I want you,” she whimpers, and her hot walls contract around me, so tightly I know she’s breaking loose.

"Say it again, Isla. Say you're mine," I demand, my thrusts becoming more urgent as I feel my own orgasm crashing down on me. My balls draw up and the pressure builds. Her mere words will send me toppling over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy, and I’m only waiting to hear her utter the syllables I need to hear.

"I'm yours, Declan," she cries out as her body shatters around me, milking my cock with her tight pussy.

With a low growl of pleasure and possession, I fill her with my seed, marking her as mine. She continues to rise and fall, slicking my length with more silky moisture. I grab her ass now, pulling her down harder on me so I can feel her warmth on every inch of my shaft. She shudders and continues to twitch as herlips return to mine. I kiss her hard and bite her lip. Fucking her into silence wasn’t my plan, but it worked.

When her body tenses and she pushes against my shoulders, straightening, I suck in a breath and rest my head backward on the seat. Her pupils are dilated, lips kiss-swollen and red. Her hair is mussed, her chest heaving for air, and my cock is still deliciously buried inside her, feeling her rapid pulse throb against my tender shaft.

"Just because I like fucking you doesn't mean I want to marry you," she says plainly, and I take her point. I really like fucking her, and she’ll spread those legs for me any time I ask. It’s unspoken, but I see it in her eyes.

"But that pussy of yours…" I lick my lips and smirk at her, and I watch her fight a smirk. Her walls tighten on me briefly, and she looks away as she slides off my lap, leaving a puddle of sex on my pelvis.

"It's mine… and I still want to call my father—" she says, but her words are cut off by the sound of tires squealing and then a rapidpop-pop-popof gunfire. The car lurches, shocking us.

"Christ," she gasps, ducking down. I'm instantly on alert, and the divider between driver and passenger cabins in the limo goes down.

"We have company…" Nicholas sounds stressed. His eyes show alarm in the reflection in the mirror.

I reach into my holster, pinned under my coat on my chest, and pull out my weapon. Goosebumps rise on my arms. "Who is it? How many cars?"

It has to be Sebastian. There is no one else who would come after me so brazenly. The winding road between my home and Ronan's is safe. It always has been. It means they've laid a trap. They've been waiting.

"Two cars, sir…" The car lurches again from side to side as Nicholas tries to keep the pursuers from coming alongside us. "I can't outrun them,” he shouts, and I hear the growing panic in his tone. This is the worst thing that could’ve happened.

"Fecking hell," I growl. This isn't good. Isla is exposed out here on the road, and if she hadn't been so stupid as to try to escape last time, I'd have left her at home where she was safer. Behind reinforced walls and iron gates.

"What's happening?" she asks, but I don't get the chance to answer. Another volley of rounds strikes the car and we are suddenly spinning, toppling around and around. I shouldn't have brought her out.

Now I'm going to lose her…

12

ISLA

The look of alarm on Declan's face is frightening. The car is stopped, lying on its top. I'm pinned against the shattered window as I hear his driver calling for help on a radio. Declan struggles to fasten his pants. His weapon lies on the roof next to him in a puddle of glass shards.

"What happened?" I ask in a daze, my head throbbing. I touch my forehead lightly and feel dampness. When I pull my fingers away, I see crimson. I'm hurt.

"Stay here," Declan barks. "And whatever you do, don't scream. They probably don't know you're in here." He scoots closer to the window next to me that’s busted out. There are a few windows still intact, and by the grace of God, they're tinted. Maybe no one will see me.

Dread floods every cell in my being as I reach for him. "Don’t leave me," I whimper, feeling genuinely terrified. Whoever is out there shot up the car, caused us to flip. I heard there are two cars too, and with just Declan and his driver, we're outnumbered. "Please," I plead. I'm shaking, scared to death. I may piss myself in fear.

"Isla, please." Declan reaches into his boot and pulls out a tiny revolver. His eyes are intense as he grips my chin and locks gazes with me. "Do you know how to shoot?"

My eyes bounce back and forth between his and I nod. "Yes, why? I don't want to shoot. You said you'd protect me." I'm confused, overwhelmed. My mind is racing. I'm not a killer. I’m just an accountant.

"Take this," he says, thrusting it into my hand. He releases his grip on my face and tells me, "Don't let them take you. Do you understand me? You use this. You shoot and shoot and if you run out of ammunition, you run. Do you hear me?"

I'm numb. His words aren't making sense. I was just fucked senseless, then endured a car accident. I'm lightheaded, bleeding, gasping for breath. My body hasn't even registered the pain, but I know I'm injured.

"Isla!" he shouts, and I blink a few times. "Do you understand me?"

I nod once, and he kisses me hard before hastily pulling away and crawling out the window. It's only a matter of seconds before I hear gunfire. I'm wincing, trembling and cowering in this overturned limo, scared for my life. I can't just sit here and wait. I'm a sitting duck. He said to stay inside but if they reach into this limo with their weapons, I'm dead.

So I push myself up on my hands and knees and crawl to the window. Glass presses into my palm on one hand, my knuckles on the hand holding the gun. I peek out the broken glass and see nothing, but the report of gunfire is loud, deafening. The gun is loaded, six rounds in the revolver with the safety set to off. I stickmy head out the window and breathe in the scent of gasoline. I can't stay here risking an explosion, either.

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