Page 78 of Pretty Stolen Dolls

“Baby,” he says, his voice dipping low, “we’re going to find him and we’re going to fucking slaughter him. You and me, Jade. He’s not going to get away with this. I’ll be with you every step of the way and we will end him. Not by prison. He doesn’t make it out of this alive.”

It takes a moment to process his words. Of course Dillon wouldn’t say what I expect him to. He’s Dillon Scott. Arrogant cop with a sad past. A wild card in my predictable, hellish world. My insatiable lover with a passion for revenge. I should have known better.

“Thank you.” My heart starts to throb back to life. Dillon makes me feel despite my yearning to never feel again.

He seems to know what I need because his lips crush against mine, painfully so. His kiss is deep and demanding—thorough and all-consuming. I hook my legs around his waist and urge him to me. That thick, hardened cock of his slides against my clit, weeping at the tip. I want him inside me so bad, I nearly choke out a sob, begging him.

“I know,” he assures against my mouth. “I know what you need.”

A long, drawn out moan rips from my chest as he eases his cock into me. I’m still getting used to his size. The way he seems to stretch me to capacity is dizzying.

“Fuck me hard, Dillon. Please, take it all away,” I plead, the tears now streaming down my temples.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows and shakes his head. “I know what you need, and that ain’t it, baby.”

I start to protest, but he begins bucking into me. Slow, steady thrusts. His lips rain kisses down on my face, worshipping me with every peck. I claw at his shoulders, hoping he’ll lose control like every other time and fuck me senseless. He doesn’t. Those dark brown eyes remain fixated on mine as he makes love to me.

Sure, Bo made love to me plenty of times.

Hell, even Benny thought he did, the sick twisted fuck.

But they never made me feel so utterly consumed. Dillon’s soul seems to reach into mine and cloak it with his protection and love. I feel safe—despite the tragedies I’ve faced today and in my past. Dillon finds a way to show me with his body that I’m not alone. That I’ll never have to be alone again.

“My beautiful, broken girl,” he murmurs against my mouth as he slides in and out of me in a torturous manner. “All of your pieces are mine to hold. Each shard is mine to willingly slice myself on. You’re worth the pain. In fact, I want to embrace that pain if it means, even for one second, I can take some of that pain from you.”

A sob escapes me and he kisses me softly. He rubs against me in such a way that my body begins to tingle and quiver with the need to release. This doesn’t feel like a normal orgasm—it feels deeper and on a whole other level.

“I can’t take the pain,” I admit tearfully, choking on a sob. “It’s too much, Dillon.”

His forehead presses to mine again, his pace steady. “I know, baby. Give it to me. Just give it to me.”

He kisses at the tears and over my closed lids, peppering me in delicate yet intense brushes of his lips.

The shudder that ripples within me is almost painful. Intense pleasure sears through me. I let it go. The pain that has a vise grip around my heart disappears for a moment as he groans out his own release. His heat soaks me from the inside and for one small second, I feel peace.

Dillon is peace.

I’m lost in this new world we’ve created—a world where nobody but us exists. There aren’t psycho killers or dead family members. Just Dillon and I. Peaceful. He doesn’t slip out of me as his cock softens. Instead, he slides his arms beneath me and hugs me to him, smashing me with his entire weight, lifting us so I’m straddling his lap. It’s as though he’s trying to mold our bodies into one. Our sweat soaked skin glistens under the moonlight seeping through the open blinds and he holds me while I shake.

He nuzzles my nose with his and then licks up my salty tears on my hot, swollen cheeks. It only makes me cry harder with him caring for me on such a basic level. Dillon just always seems to know what I need. Right now, he protects me and soothes me with his body. I thread my fingers into his hair, gripping him so he won’t leave me.

“Don’t leave me,” I murmur. “You’re the only thing I have left.”

His cock hardens again and he begins moving inside me, guiding my hips with one strong hand on my waist. “Never, Jade.”

“What if he finds a way to get what he wants? He’s evaded us this long.” The thought is one that will never go away.

He slides a hand to my jaw and grips it to the point of pain. Fire rages in his eyes and my heart pounds in response. His protectiveness ripples from him—scorching me. “I. Will. Never. Let. Him. Hurt. You. Again.”

I sniffle and shake my head. “He always gets what he wants.”

Dillon growls and bucks into me hard. I cry out as he thrusts like a madman, bringing my body down onto him as his hips spike up. His teeth clash with mine as he consumes me with a kiss I feel down to my marrow. My hands rake at the flesh on his back and his fingers bite into my hips, grinding me on him. His mouth devours my hard nipple as his thrusts cause my tits to bounce. Licking, sucking, tasting, consuming. Our pants create a soundtrack to our carnal escape. His cock pushes deeper than ever before and my walls cling to him, squeezing for release.

We’re both swept up in this vortex of sexual bliss and connection until I’m crying out his name over and over again like some fucked up chant. He doesn’t stop until he’s unloaded more of his seed into me and this time when he stops, I’m no longer sobbing.

“I don’t want him to win,” I hiss out, gasping on the heated air.

His jaw clenches and eyes flicker with hate—mutual hate for the monster ruining my life. “Against us, baby,” he tells me fiercely, “that motherfucker doesn’t stand a goddamned chance.”

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