Page 196 of At the Edge of Surrender

I shifted so I could take her chin and tilt her face up to me.

Forcing her to meet my gaze.

“I would never hurt you. The only person who should be afraid of me is anyone who would dare to think of threatening you.”

Her, and the rest of the vulnerable.

The fucking monsters that roamed this world. Monsters who would beg and plead for their lives when they met with the monster in me.

Emery met my stare, her fears and her faith and her doubt roiling in the depths. “I don’t think I could be even if you told me to be. I feel who you are. I see it. And maybe I should be terrified of it, but I’m not.”

In what seemed confusion, she slowly dragged the tips of three fingers down the scruff on my cheek.

Like she was struggling to process the way I made her feel.

The way this thing should have been impossible for us both.

“I need to know if what happened this afternoon could somehow be related to that, Emery. If it could be related to the suspicion you had about your sister. Any detail that might help us find out who might have come after you.”

Emery’s head barely shook. “I don’t have a name, Kane. No one does. The police looked high and low. There was no trace. And my sister’s death was ruled an accident.”

“Police have parameters that I don’t.” I gritted through another admission. Dragging her closer to who I really was. To what me and my crew did.

Emery’s eyes squeezed closed for a beat. “I would give it to you if I had it. But there’s nothing there.”

“I just want to take care of you. Give you everything that you’ve given me.” It was a rough plea.

Emotion crested in her features. “You already have, Kane. You’ve given methis.”

Shifting, she rolled me onto my back and came to straddle me.

Emery going all vixen.

Naked body lifted high, long locks of blonde a cascade around her shoulders, dipping down long enough to brush over those pert, perfect tits. All narrow waist and delicious flare of her hips.

Lust punched the air.

A swift, sudden fire that surged through my veins.

My hands shot to her hips when she ground herself against my instantly hard dick. “Ah, Little Warrior, are you ready for the next lesson in setting you free?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Told you that once you had me, you’d be aching for it all over again.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.” It was the breath of a confession as she set her hands on my chest, balancing herself as she let her gaze sweep down my body to where she was rubbing her cunt on my bare cock.

“You can rest assured that I have zero problem with that,” I told her.

“I’m on the pill,” she breathed.

“Yeah?”

She gave a quick nod, a bolt of trust spearing between us. “Yeah.”

I nudged her up higher on her knees, and I fisted my dick, pumping myself once as I poised my engorged head at her center.

Could feel the heat radiating from her. Way her tight little body was begging for a brand-new type of release.

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