His Pretty Little Burden (Kids of The District, #4)

by Nicci Harris

“Will you ever belong to me?”

“Not in the way you want, little deer. But much more than anyone else.”

After everything she has been through, I want to throw her over my shoulder, draw my Glock, and put bullets through anyone who tries to influence her. I want her deaf to outside voices, blind to every manipulative face. I want her ears honed to my timbre, her smile provoked by my mere presence, because she knows I’m the beginning, middle, and fucking end for her and I’m all that matters. I want complete control.

My orgasm doesn’t stop. One rolls into another. Never ending. My forehead hits the mattress. He holds my arse up for him to take. My body rackets. The climax of sensation shifts from my pulsing rosette to my battered pussy and back again until all the stretched, supple flesh detonates with further pleasure.

I'm weak all over. Claimed. Marked. Owned. His forever—he’s going to keep me.

Death has never been a fear. Now, I fear losing her, which can only happen in death. My little deer. My sweet girl.

The most powerful man in the city is holding his pretty little burden.

I am not a merciful man when it comes to them, to her. I'm no longer that man. For her. Don't fuck with me. Don't fuck with my little deer. Don't fuck with my business.

"She has been through hell. So, believe me when I say, fear her when she looks in the fire and smiles." -E.Corona.

I will always choose to protect you. I will⁠—" Choose me?

Then I whisper, "I want someone to love her."

"No one has ever loved her, Clay. I pretended for so long that Benji did. That my mum might have. That maybe if my dad just saw me, just spoke to me, I mean. I can be funny, right? I can be interesting? I'm⁠—" "I love her."

"You're just saying it. You have seen the absolute worst of me! You have seen all the flaws. You can't. I don't believe it. I'm just your burden. Your pretty little burden. I'm⁠—" "I didn't see any flaws, little deer. I saw you tearing down the middle. I saw you being mauled by life. I can't rip those fuckers from your mind, but I will rip them from this world. All of them."

"You're not my pretty little burden, Fawn." He lifts my chin. "You're my pretty little queen."