Page 50 of Driven by Desire

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

His.

She finally belonged to him.

Riley Anne Alvarez.

It was too bad she had fought so hard. Even after he shoved more angel dust down his angel’s throat in the church parking lot. He’d had to slap her a little until she was able to focus and answer the priest’s questions at the correct time. The old man had looked concerned, until Shank’d shoved a gun in his face. Then he’d been happy enough to finish the ceremony, take the wad of bills from the groom and usher the couple quickly out.

Riley lolled in his arms. He sat with her on the curb next to the church. She was in his lap with her head hanging off his elbow. He loved watching her sleep. No one could touch his angel in terms of beauty. Those lips and cheeks. She was one of a kind and she was all his.

He wanted to fuck her bad. His dick was poking up at her where he sat on the pavement. But he wanted her awake and in a bed. It would be easy enough to put her in the backseat of the car, flip up her dress and fuck her raw. She wasn’t even wearing panties. And he could tell from the way she touched him earlier that she wanted him too. But his Angel deserved better than that. And she would get better. As soon as he got them out of this hot as fuck city where Soloman fucking Hart could still possibly find them.

He hefted her up in his arms and carried her back to the Charger. Draping her over one arm, he opened the trunk. Unfortunately, she’d have to go back in. He needed his full focus on the road if he was going to get them to safety where they could start off their marriage properly. He had to think and she distracted him. She had from the moment she’d put her pretty, sticky little fingers on his car.

He grinned as he slammed the trunk down on his sleeping beauty, tucking her safely away. He would unwrap her later in the safety of a hotel room, far away from the border.

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