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This man whose real name I don’t even know. I know nothing beyond the fact that he can fight, owns a gun, and rides a bike. Well, that and his sinful tongue, but anything beyond that is still a mystery to me, but as it happened back at the club, my eyes stay on him in here as well.

I trust him.

“This cock was made for you,” he rasps, settling between my thighs, and I gasp at the hard press of his cock. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll take it slow and make you feel good.” He drops the hand on my chin to plant it above my head before leaning down to kiss me, and I submit to his touch. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him back with as much desperation. I love the closeness to the man, I realize. From his scent to every solid inch that presses against my soft. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll grow addicted to it. You’ll be begging me to take your wet little pussy every second we can spare.”

I believe him. I am desperate enough now, practically dripping and staining his sheets with my arousal, and all he’s done is touch me! “Want you,” I whimper, clawing his shoulders and dropping any worries I’ve had before this moment. His nostrils flare at my words but I notice something else cross his expression. Something I never imagined I would see in the giant’s face.Affection.

And it floors me.

He cares. For some reason I still can’t make sense of, this man cares. When his mouth captures mine once more in another kiss, I feel the difference. There is heat and desperation, but there is also warmth. My hands tighten around his shoulders when he pushes his thickness into me, groaning against my lips at the resistance that greets him. “So fucking tight!” he grinds harshly against my lips, pushing deeper and swallowing my whimpers at the intrusion. “And so perfect. Tight and wet around my cock. I’m going to claim you, mark you as mine!”

“Yes,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back as he pushes forward until he’s met by the thin veil protecting my innocence. God, he’s so big. All of him, and I know it’s going to hurt. I’ve heard it’s supposed to hurt, so I brace for it.

“Relax for me, precious,” he rasps against my lips. “It’ll only hurt a little and then I’ll make it all better.” His mouth brushes softly over mine until it’s all I can focus on. The grip on his shoulders loosens, and I bring one hand to his bristled jaw, reveling in the strength of this man.

And then he punches forward, breaking the thin barrier and filling me with his thickness. He catches me off guard, so the pain doesn’t immediately register, and when it does, it feels different from what I was expecting.

It feels like it’s more than just our bodies that are joined. A feeling so intimate, so raw it’s terrifying. A stranger is what this man is supposed to be, but in the moment, he feels like my entire world.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he grinds out, digging his fingers into my thighs. His breathing is ragged as he slowly pushes forward and then pulls back, stretching me with his thick shaft. There is pain, but it quickly dulls as pleasure takes root. “Tell me if it hurts too much, and I’ll stop—”

“No!” I cut in, bringing my legs up to his waist, which has him sinking deeper into me. We both groan at the move, but something about seeing his pleasured expression makes me crave for more. “Don’t stop. It feels good,” I whisper, sliding my hand down his nape before pulling his mouth back on mine. “Take me. Make me yours!”

My words seem to snap the last thread of his control as he grips my thigh and slams forward so hard, the bed slams against the wall from the force of his thrust. Saint buries his face in my neck as he starts pounding into me, and it’s raw and dirty. The wet sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, and I lose myself in him.

I forget.

Everything that’s happened before this moment becomes a distant memory. Did I really go about life without this man in it? It’s impossible to imagine that. To think of a time when he was not my entire world. A time when I didn’t breathe him.

He’s untamed, and feral as he takes me in his bed, making me as desperate as he is. The friction between us fires up, and I’m whining in his arms, begging for more. And he gives me just that, making true on his promise to rut me so hard that I forget my own name.

“Mine,” he growls into my neck, his hips smacking against mine as he pounds into me. Claiming me with fevered touch and a bruising grip. “You are mine, precious. Only mine!”

“Yours!” I sob, pleasure swelling through my body when he angles the base of his shaft to brush over my clit. My back arches, lips parting with a sob as I feel myself draw back closer to the edge I fell only minutes ago, and this time, it threatens to send me into a bottomless abyss. “Close,” I moan, clawing desperately at his shoulders. “Saint—”

“Shhh, let go, baby. I’ll catch you, I promise,” he breathes into my neck sucking a bruise, and this time, a scream tears from my throat. My abdomen seizures before the pressure erupt in a million tiny pieces that spread through my body. I scratch the man’s back as pleasure wrecks me, my channel cinching hard around his shaft as he slams roughly into me, chasing his own pleasure.

In my fit, I almost miss it.

I almost miss the way his body tenses and muscles strain under my fingers seconds before he comes apart. He roars, pinning me down on the bed as he pounds his thick shaft into me, and I gasp when he floods me with his warmth.

“Fuuuck!” he growls, slamming into me in powerful thrusts and burying his release into my womb, and it doesn’t immediately register that I could get pregnant from this. I cling on to him as he rolls his hips, his thrust growing shallow as my sex milks him of his release before he falls on top with a heavy sigh and I embrace the large man, burying my face in his shoulder and drowning in his scent. “Fuck, precious, you’re perfect andmine.”

A sense of safety settles in and my eyelids grow heavy as I feel the weight of the day fall. Saint kisses my shoulder, and I hum, my grip loosening as I feel myself dragged to sleep. “So tired,” I murmur, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.

Saint flips us around so he’s the one on top, wrapping his arms around me and I instinctively bury my face in his neck. “You can rest now. I’ve got you.” He brushes his lips over my temple, and I let myself get dragged to sleep.

And when I finally fall, I dream of him.

Chapter Seven

Saint

A heavy rumble fills the air, vibrating through the walls of the room. The sound is unmistakable, followed by the growling of an engine just outside my home. I glance over at the girl sleeping peacefully in my arms, her chest rising and falling steadily. I don’t want to wake her but if I don’t get out of bed, the noise outside will.

I curse under my breath as I slowly detangle myself from her before sliding out of bed, careful not to disturb the warm covers. She stirs in her sleep but doesn’t wake up, burrowing into the pillow and going right back to sleep.

I’ve been watching her all night, trying to reconcile with the fact that this girl belongs to me now. She’s a liability, but instead of making me vulnerable as I’d initially thought a relationship might, it makes me the most dangerous man in the city now. There is nothing I would not do to ensure her safety.

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