Page 66 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

Dillon fills that space with his intense, intoxicating presence.

Dillon is the ultimate distraction and I welcome it wholeheartedly.

Benny, for once, can’t win. Dillon is the alpha male who beats on his chest and dominates my headspace.

“You know I won’t hesitate to shoot him if he comes into my home,” I assure him.

His eyes drag over my body. Since I don’t have to work, I’m just wearing a loose white tank top and pair of lacey pink panties. I like that he’s so affected by me. In all the months we’ve worked together, he never once let on he’d been interested.

“When they finally let you come back to work, it’s going to be hard as fuck not to bend you over your desk and take you from behind,” he says with a growl while setting his mug down on the counter.

I laugh as he prowls over to me. My body is sore from yesterday, but he doesn’t hurt me in his embrace. His nose nuzzles into my hair and he inhales me.

“God,” he grumbles, “your scent is going to be the death of me. How the hell am I supposed to focus today with you clinging to my skin?”

His mouth finds mine and he kisses me hard and eager with a hunger that seems to consume him. My palms roam his chest until I grip his erection through his pants. The man is insatiable. He fucked me raw last night and I’m still sore, but somehow, I’m growing wet just thinking about his cock inside me.

“I have to leave,” he complains before his mouth devours mine. He doesn’t seem in any hurry. My shirt is all but torn from my body and I let out a yelp when he slides down to suckle my collarbone. Then his mouth is on my nipple, sucking and biting and pulling with his teeth. My nipples are on fire from his constant abuse, yet they’re erect, eager for more. His hair is freshly gelled and I’m dying to mess it back up. My fingers thread into his hair and I yank enough to make him groan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, his hands finding my panties. Hastily, he shoves them down my thighs and twists me away from him. “Bend over, baby.”

Baby.

A ripple of excitement washes over me.

Turning away, I lean over the island and his large palm smacks my ass, causing me to squeal.

“Ugh!” I shriek. “Asshole.”

Then his belt is jingling, his fingers are parting me open, and that fat cock of his is inside me in one hard thrust.

“Oh God!” I cry out, my fingers clawing at the countertop.

The sound of his flesh slapping against mine echoes in the kitchen. He takes me brutally from behind, but his fingers roam my back, gently caressing. Dillon fucks me like a lion would his bitch in heat as his protectiveness washes over me.

This pain mixed with pleasure…Dillon gives me what Bo never could.

His thumb and finger pinch my clit, jolting me back to the moment. A few seconds more of his delicious, torturous assault and I’m coming hard on his cock. He fists his fingers in my messy hair and slightly yanks as he fills me with his release. The groan that escapes him is hot and nearly has me begging him to take me back to my room for round two this morning.

“You’re going to get my ass fired,” he complains as he pulls out of me. His hot cum runs down my inner thigh to my knee. Another pop on my ass has me jerking my head over my shoulder to glare at him. But as soon as I see his disheveled hair and shit-eating grin, I’m done for. He’s made me weak for him. For once in my entire terrible life, I actually like feeling weak.

“Call in sick,” I tease as I slide my panties up my wet thighs. “I could take care of you.”

He tucks his dripping cock into his boxers and yanks his slacks up. While he fastens his pants, he shakes his head at me. “Who knew you were such a vixen, Jade? Had I known we would have been this good together, I’d have fucked you in the back of the Crown Vic the first day we were assigned together. I didn’t realize your bitchiness was how you flirted.”

Laughing, I swat at him. “You’re an ass.”

His fingers bite into my hips as he hauls me to him. Those perfect full lips press against mine and he kisses me hard. Every time with Dillon is rough and needy and raw. I’ve never experienced anything like it.

When he finally breaks away from our breathtaking kiss, he levels me with a serious gaze. “Don’t leave at all today,” he instructs. “Promise me you’ll be here naked and waiting by the time I get back home.”

The tingling up my spine and bruise I feel throbbing at my lips from his passion has me in a state of intoxication that’s threefold when he calls my place his home. I’m still reeling that I don’t even register the quick kiss to my lips and then the slam of the front door several moments later.

Home.

Dillon feels like the closest thing.

I’ve been researching areas farther than the six-mile radius I originally obsessed over for hours. Lunch has come and gone with no word from my partner. By Dillon’s calculations, I could have been farther out, so I double it and start checking properties within a twelve-mile radius. I’m buried in details when my phone starts to ring.

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