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“Oh shit!” I yelp as she kicks my lower back with her heel, and I jerk my hand on the front brake, causing the wheel to lock up in the turn from the street to the mouth of my drive.
The bike brakes immediately, the slow speed not needing time to decrease before a jolting stop. She lurches backwards onto the tank more, and I throw my feet down to catch us, but it’s too late and the bike drops to the right between my legs, taking us both down onto the cold ground with it.
It's a race to lift the bike and get it inside as well as get her in past the garage doors. Tyler is still coming. He knows where I live, and I need to get everything beyond the walls of the home so that I have the law on my side if I do need to fucking off the bastard.
She’s grunting and flailing, kicking and causing a commotion as I scoop her back up and carry her through the open garage doors, setting her ass down on the top of the Porsche, then going back out to get my poor baby that lays on her side in the driveway.
“Goddamn it.” I curse to myself, getting angry that something so dumb has happened, and my poor girl has been taken down.
Without the time to check her out for dents and scratches, I roll her into the garage too, and close the doors behind us, just as headlight pull in and shine on my feet before the door hits the ground with a solid and secure thump.
Making sure the bike is okay, I check it over, finding one scratch on the right fairing. It’s not bad, but it’s an eye sore that will have to be fixed, although there’s no time before I have to leave for my trip in the morning.
“Fuck.” I grunt to myself, but loud enough that she hears it.
“It’s your fault for kidnapping me.” She spits at me as she slides off the top of the car, putting her bare feet on the cement floor.
She’s still cold, even though the garage is heated, and she’s shivering. Maybe from fright on top of the cold, or anger. Her face is twisted up in something I don’t recognize, and it’s alarming and cute at the same time.
“Kidnapping you? Very funny, bunny. I saved your ass.”
“From what?”
“What do you mean from what? Him.”
“So throw me from the pan into the fire?” She asks, walking around the garage, pulling my jacket around her tighter. “He told me about you. He said you’re an animal.”
Her voice, her words, and the fact that my bike has taken a hit from her shenanigans is really starting to piss me off as she stalks around my garage looking at my toys and my work bench, and everything I keep in here for the vehicles. I want to shake some sense into her.
“You were chained up like a dog, you’ve been eating from my trash like an animal, you’re afraid of him. Tell me I’m wrong.” I say to her, grabbing her by the shoulders, making her look at me with those bright green eyes that scan my face rapidly.
Her face falls, her eyes turning downward, her look of anger disappearing and being replaced by something of shame or embarrassment.
“Yeah.” Is all she says before a long pause where she licks her lips and avoids further eye contact.
“Hey.” I say softly, putting my fingers under her chin, lifting her face up, making her look at me again. “You’re safe now. There’s no chains here unless you ask for them. There’s no eating trash, unless that’s what you consider my cooking to be, which I promise you won’t. There’s no crying here with me, unless it’s in pleasure and wanting.”
I can see the tears returning to her eyes, the little bits of moisture gathering at the corners of them before slowly rolling down her cheeks. She’s giving in, relaxing, and hopefully seeing me for who I really am, or at least the version she’ll be getting of me.
“So you’re not a crazy killer? Someone who takes what he wants and then throws it away when he’s used it all up?”
“Honestly? Yes I am, but not with you. I will kill if I have to, but only to keep you safe. I will use you, and I will take from you, but my little bunny, I will give to you more than I will take, and I will never throw you away. That I can promise you.”
Her hair is chilly but soft as I run my fingers through it, grabbing it firmly at the scalp, holding her head still, forcing her to keep her gaze on me as I mirror the licking of lips. I need to kiss her, to feel those lips on mine, to taste her.
It's heaven, absolute fucking heaven, as I slam my mouth on hers.
“Adrian.” She gasps, opening her mouth, letting me inside. “We…”
“Shhh.” I shush her, pushing my tongue inside, stroking hers, feeling how soft and tasting how sweet it is. She melts against me, her body relaxing, her mouth opening more, accepting me, and it’s phenomenal. “Oh fuck baby.”
I kiss her like a man starved, reveling in her flavor and warmth. Her body may be cold, but her mouth is hot, so hot, as hot as mine.
She protests just slightly with a push of her palms on my shoulders as I lift her from her feet.
“No baby. Wrap your legs around me.” I instruct as I step forward towards the door to the main house. “It’s warmer and better in the house.” I say between plunges of my tongue and smacks of my lips on hers.
Like the good girl I knew she could be she listens, wrapping those shapely thighs around my waist, letting me carry her through the door and into the kitchen.
