Page 29 of Take A Chance

“Alright, I’ll check it out. Sir, I am going to place Jacoby on security detail for you. He will ride with Gary everywhere you—”

“Stop.” I held my hand up. “If you’re placing extra security somewhere, place it on Katelyn or Emma.” I bit my tongue. I was revealing my hand, but now more than ever, it was necessary. My heart now lived outside my chest in two places, and I didn’t want either of them to suffer.

“Emma, sir? You mean Ms. Clarke?” He looked confused, and I scrabbled to make it make sense for him.

“Yes, well, she cares for Katelyn, so when she’s out and about, Katelyn is usually with her. Right?”

“Yes, sir.” He jotted down a few more notes and tapped his pen on the pad. “We’ll start sweeping the property twice daily instead of just at night, and I’ll include vehicle checks on your cars every time they’re taken out. You’re in good hands.”

I patted his shoulder as I started toward the house. “Thank you, Wilem.”

Walking away, I sensed the rain grow heavier. I’d be wet before I returned to the house, but I needed a shower anyway. It was still early, not as early as I normally left for work, but I opted to skip my workout routine this time with Colin overseas. Besides, when your head of security is alarmed by something, you look into it. And he had every right to be alarmed. Things weren’t lining up.

I trudged up the long driveway. The scents of mud and rotting leaves wafted up out of the tree line that separated the house from the street view. It was an earthy smell that reminded me of childhood, when things were simple. Life got complicated at some point, probably when I started making money and had to begin protecting myself from the world at large. Sometimes, I thought I'd trade it all for that simplicity again, despite it never having been very simple.

The image of that man standing there staring at Emma came to mind again, only this time, instead of remembering it as a situation that happened, I felt my blood start boiling. I’d had men envy me. It was a good feeling. I’d had men try to steal from me, and I chased them off. I’d even had men move in on my business deals and take them right out from under me, but no one—no one threatened my family or the people I cared about. I got a sudden urge to violently thrash any person who even looked at Emma with dark musings.

I stormed into the house and got only a few strides before Greta interrupted me. “Sir...” She offered a towel, dabbing at my chest. The rain had soaked my light jacket and my hair, which dripped onto my face.

“Greta, where is Katelyn?”

“She’s still in bed, sir. I can go get her bathed and get her ready for school.” Greta stepped back looking concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, it’s fine. Where is Emma?”

“Ms. Clarke is in the kitchen. She’s having a cup of coffee before she goes to wake Katelyn. If you’d like, I’ll announce you.” She wiped her hands nervously.

“That’s okay. You get Katelyn ready and escort her to school. Jacoby will join you today, and you tell him to stay at the school with Katelyn. Okay?” I waited until she nodded her agreement and then I walked away. I felt her eyes staring at me as I pushed the kitchen door open, but I knew she’d follow my orders.

It was still early, none of the staff even awake except Greta and Emma, and that was perfect. I needed to speak with Emma alone. She had to know how I felt now, because I knew how I felt, and I wasn’t a man to back down or share with anyone.

Emma’s head shot up when I walked in. She smiled, and I charged toward her, ready to claim her as mine once and for all. I took her by surprise, grabbing her by the hips and turning her around on the stool where she sat. “Oh!” she yelped, shocked but still smiling. “What’s going on?”

I stared into her eyes as I took her hand, pulling her close until there was no space between us. "You're mine now," I murmured, my voice harsh and demanding. "And no one else's. You understand?"

Emma nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. I narrowed my eyes and leaned in, my lips finding hers in a passionate, aggressive kiss. My hands moved possessively over her body, claiming her as my own.

"Nobody else is allowed to have you," I muttered. "Nobody. You understand?"

I didn’t even give her a chance to respond verbally. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and hoisted her to the island where I set her down and spread her legs by nestling between them. Her hair was flecked with golden strands, a halo of browns and reds surrounding her face. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure. She bit her lower lip.

Emma’s scent was intoxicating, the perfume of flowers and vanilla and the musk of a woman ready and able to be taken. Emma kissed me back greedily, hungrily. There was a hint of blood, but it didn't matter. I didn't care. I just wanted her. My heart beat like war drums, my blood rushing through my veins. My cock throbbed with each beat, a pulse of its own.

Emma kissed me back, draping her arms around me, conflating our chests as she pressed her lips against mine. One of her legs curled against my thigh. Her lips were swollen, wet, and cherry red. My cock was beginning to swell. Something animalistic rose up inside me, a primal urge to mark my territory and let the world know she was not available. I pulled her against my body hard, grinding my dick along her ridge.

“Blake... What about Katelyn?”

“Greta’s got her.” I pulled her hair back, forcing her head to arch upward. Then I bit her neck, sucking and scraping my teeth over her skin.

“God, what’s gotten into you?” Her fingernails raked over my sides, and I tasted the water from my hair on her neck as it dripped off me.

As my fingers moved between her legs, she gasped in pleasure, her pulse alive with energy and desire. "You're mine now," I murmured. “You got that?"

She gasped again, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. She didn’t respond, only a nod of agreement as her body trembled beneath my touch. I smiled slowly, my intense gaze filled with hunger and passion. My fingers continued to move, pushing aside her panties and finding her wet and ready for me.

Emma spread herself wider, inviting me to explore her. I accepted her invitation, slipping two fingers inside her with ease. She moaned as I moved them in and out, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure.

I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just above hers. I could feel her breath on my face, hot and heavy with desire. I moved his fingers faster, my strokes more urgent now. Just as she was moments away from her climax, I put another finger in, fervently thrusting as she clenched around me.

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