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“What pisses me off is that I want to decorate your sexy neck with my mark, so all men know who you belong to. I want to protect you from that asshole in there. We are only temporary, baby, but during this time, you belong to me. No man touches what’s mine. Those lips belong to me.” I dip my fingers into her slick leggings. Dipping my finger into her wet pussy. “This belongs to me, bella, only me. No one touches it.” I plunge my finger up and down and she moans to my touch. I like that I make her feel this way. That I have the power over her body.
“Y-you think of—”
“Don’t overthink it, Sophie.” The last thing I want is her thinking more of this, thinking I’m in love with her. I plunge my finger deeper into her. She tilts her head back, resting on the car. “Did he ever make you feel this good, baby?”
She shakes her head, panting. “No, never.”
I pull my fingers out of her tight pussy, licking them, tasting her sweet flavor. She whines and tries to kiss me.
“I’m not fucking kissing you when just minutes ago, another man’s lips were on yours, not yet, at least.”
Her eyes widen.
Fuck.
“What! I didn’t do anything.”
“I know, baby. Get in the car. We’re going to my place.” The last thing I want is to be here where that mother fucker is. I’m so damn close to fucking him up. But obviously a bad idea. I’m an officer, in uniform.
“Why, Liam? I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re acting like a maniac.” She stomps her foot like a petulant child. A cold breeze picks up. I lift her hood and tuck a golden blonde lock behind her ear. I lower my hips into hers, and her eyes flutter closed in response. The heat of my arousal radiates through the tight fabric of my slacks, and I can barely contain it. She looks stunning in my hoodie, her golden hair spilling over her shoulders. My lips brush against the soft flesh of her earlobe, and I whisper assurances to her as our bodies press closer together.
“You make me act like a fucking brute, baby.” Protectiveness has always been part of my nature. Although I’ve never experienced such a drive to protect a woman I’m with until now. It’s like a thunderstorm erupting in me. Taking Sophie to my house is a bad idea, but the blazing volcano in me needs to have her close and away from the little bitch of her ex inside. Aneedto protect her.
“Would you rather stay here with your ex?” I ask, grinding my molars to dust.
She grumbles, cursing under her breath. She pushes me back, her warm body distant from mine.
“No, I’m not leaving Eric here at my house. He needs to leave. Which is what I was telling him when you got here. Eric and I were done a long time ago.”
“I’ll have him leave. Get in the car. It’s pouring.”
“I need to get clothes.”
I nod and cup her cheeks. “I’ll grab some for you. Although you don’t need anything. I prefer you naked on my bed,” I point out, my voice low and husky.
She shivers and whispers, “Fine,” and gets in the passenger seat.
I make my way inside the house. The shithead is lying on the couch, flipping through the channels as if he owns the place. If he loved her, he wouldn’t have forced himself on her. No real man would have laid a hand on a woman without her consent. I grab him by the shirt and yank him up.
“What the fuck, man?”
“Get the fuck out of here. She wants you out. If you walk out without a word, I won’t have your ass arrested for forcing yourself on her. This is the last fucking time I want to see you here with my girl. She’s mine to touch, mine to fuck, and mine to protect. She’s all fucking mine! She doesn’t need a scumbag like you who treats her like shit. You’re not good enough for her.”
He slips his hands in his pocket and sneers at me. “No, I’m not good enough, but neither are you. Or else she wouldn’t have returned my kiss.”
A malicious laugh erupts from my chest. “Think whatever you’d like. I don’t stoop that low and kiss a woman who doesn’t want me.” I point to the door. “It’s my thick dick she wants.”
He sneers, but he steps out, getting into his car.
I know taking Sophie into my home and into my space will change things. She’ll worm her way into my heart, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay to protect her from the asshole coming back. The fear rattles me—if I had not been there, would he have hurt her? I’ll protect Sophie with my life, even if it costs me in the end.
CHAPTER 17
SOPHIE
I watch the drops of water trickle down the window. What the hell just happened? I was about to order pizza when there was a knock at my door. I thought it was Liam because I never get people over besides Mila. But it was Eric standing in my doorway in his polo shirt and denim jeans, his beautiful curls draped over his face. I used to love seeing Eric standing in my doorway, use to love how his golden sun-kissed hair covered his eyes. But tonight, all I felt was disgust. It wasn’t so much his betrayal, sleeping with another woman. It was more how he made me feel for years. I hadn’t realized it until Liam came around. We are not an item. We are straight out fucking, nothing else. But he never makes me feel any less; he makes me feelmore. My insides melted like a hot wick candle on a dark night when he said he wanted to be next to me every second of the day.
My stomach dropped in agony when he walked in on Eric’s kiss, I thought he would think I wanted Eric to kiss me. Liam protecting me with such rage is hot. My head jolts when I see Eric storm out of the house. I don’t feel the need to run after him; he’s not who I want. Obviously—I’m sitting here waiting for Liam like an obedient dog.
