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“Know it. Also know, you’re not alone, not ever with the kinda family you got. Don’t know when you stopped countin’ me as one of them, but I’m gonna take care of you too, Rosie.”
“Not in charge of you,” he repeated slowly, his mouth moving around the words in a way that made them cursive, smooth and rounded and emphasized. “Never have been, though can’t say, Rosie, that the idea of it hasn’t crossed my mind. Takin’ all that wild and leashing it, breaking it under a firm, calm hand… yeah,” he drawled. “Thought about it.”
So, you’re taking Hero with you wherever you fucking go, because you love him, you miss him and you need that affection right now, but also because he’s a trained retired police dog and he’ll kill a man before he lets you get hurt. You understand me, Harleigh Rose?”
Harleigh Rose is six. Danner is sixteen.
“Who the fuck did that to you?”
Sorry for your loss, Rosie. You need me, you call. -Lionel
“The club comes first.” “Nah,” King said, his voice so heavy with wisdom, I wondered how the words didn’t pin down his tongue. “We’re just kids. Thinkin’ we need to put ourselves first for now.”
I agreed, because it was the poeticism of ending my own victimization that made the fact I was a murderer a little more palatable.
“You need me to do something stupid like kiss your sweet mouth in the back of this shit bar while men who’d be happy to kill us are steps away just to prove to you I’d do anything to be near you, on you, fucking in you?”
If Lionel Danner wanted me, he’d have to come to me, over to the dark side where outlaws ruled, sinning was routine, and love was blind. He’d have to be the bad boy to my bad girl.
He looked at me as if his world began and ended in my gaze.
“What happened to my girl?” he asked again, his thumb trailing whisper soft over the cuts then pressing over my thudding pulse point as if to reassure himself I was alive and safe. “Tell me so I can kill them.”
“Yeah, Rosie,” he said huskily, leaning back to watch his two fingers pump in and out of me, to see the way my thighs quaked. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers. I want your cum dripping down my wrist.”
“No excuses,” he muttered in my sex. “Come for me again, Rosie. Be a good girl.”
“First up, you call me. You know my number, you know if you need me, I’ll come up from Vancouver and get you what you need, okay?”
I wanted to rip Farrah in two and grind her into dust so the Devil could snort her in Hell.
Crazy line that is
“feel safe at night, sleep with a cop.”
“Got you tattooed over my heart, rebel girl. Don’t know if it gets more possessive than that.”
You’re also going to fucking obey me when I tell you to take Hero with you every-fuckin-where you go unless you’re with me. He’s a trained police and guard dog, Harleigh Rose, and he loves you. There aren’t many situations he isn’t an advantage in.”
“I’d break my own heart a million times over if it meant keeping you alive.”
“Not gonna leave you again,” he told me sternly, in a voice low, smooth and dark as smoke curling around my body. “Swearing it right now.”
We’ve got to go slow, be careful, because our lives depend on it, Rosie. First sign of trouble, if I’ve got to leave you to keep you safe, I will. Do you understand that?”
“I’m with you until being with you threatens to harm you, Harleigh Rose. You can fucking give me that.”
“You obey me in the field, and we do this, you obey me in bed, on the couch, in the back of my ‘Stang, where I decide to fuck you. You want this, those are my rules.”
“This is the game we’re gonna play, rebel. You can sass me, fight me and disagree with me all day long. It’s you, and fuck knows, I like that. But now, when I’ve got my hands on your body, I’m your Dominant, and if you want my cock, you’ll fucking well have to earn it by being my good girl instead of my rebel one.”
“You meet me, you think I’m the kinda guy that wants to spank naughty teens and fuck them so hard they scream?”
“But we’ll both know the truth. It may be your body, Harleigh Rose, but I own it.”
“I could keep you here like this all day. My good little whore presenting herself. I’d eat you for breakfast, torture you for lunch and then, when you were starved for it, I’d fuck you all through dinner and gift you my cum for dessert,”
He ate
Reaper had a lifelong hard-on for my mum. Disgusting. But useful.
I wasn’t sure when it had happened, when I’d tipped over from a familial protector into the more dangerous role of forbidden lover, but it could have been the night she spied on me jacking off when she was sixteen.
This was, in so many ways but blood, my brother.
He cut open her mouth with a penknife so he could get his dick in there.”
WHAT?
“You bought my displeasure today, Rosie. You ready to pay the consequences for it?”
This was dirty Dom Danner and he wanted to punish me for my recklessness.
“Who is in charge here, Harleigh Rose?”
“You seem confused about that. Do you need a reminder?”
“Get on your knees, open your mouth and get ready for me to feed you my cock,”
His thumb swiped away one of my tears and went to his mouth so he could suck it away. I trembled. “Work harder and I may let you come tonight.”
“Open your mouth and keep it open wide for me,” he ordered suddenly, his fist tight around his dark, angry red cock. “Hands behind your back.”
me. “I get that you’re a wild thing and fuck me, but I love that about you. Got no desire to tame you anywhere but in the bedroom and even there, I’m willing to fight for it.
is, if you die, I’ll go on breathing, but I won’t go on livin’ ’cause the most beautiful part of my life would have ceased to exist.”
“If I do make it to you,” he continued, his hand brushing through my hair, his voice devastatingly casual as if what he said was only obvious. “You also need to know, I’m happy to die for you. If that’s what you need somewhere deep inside, to know that at least someone in your life loves you better than anyone else, that they would sacrifice themselves without fucking blinking if there was even a one percent greater chance of you surviving, then I can give that to you. Keep livin’ reckless, keep throwin’ yourself into situations not knowing and not totally carin’ if you survive. But like I
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“You don’t seem to understand how much power is in a pussy. If you knew, you’d never use it as an insult. If you knew how fucking furious it makes me to want you when I can’t have you because you’re too young, too wrong and too wild for me to tame. But Rosie, if you knew how I wanted to tame you, stroke your pussy with my fingers, my tongue and my cock, watch you beg at first then break open for my touch, for my permission to come. If you had any fucking inkling of that, you wouldn’t call me a pussy when you think I’m being weak.”
This was true freedom, giving myself over to the hands of a man who would let me run wild, but keep me safe as I did it.
“I’ll always forgive you, Rosie. It’s yourself you have to learn to forgive.”
“There’s a new steel butt plug at home with your fuckin’ name on it. Gonna use it to open up your sweet ass while I give my cock to your pussy, then I’m gonna give us both a treat by sinking my thick cock in your ass, four fingers in your cunt, my tongue in your mouth so you’re taking all of me, everywhere you can. Only then, when you’re takin’ all I have to give you like the good girl you are, am I gonna fuck you until the only thing you remember is how to scream my name.”
“It isn’t God who owns this body,” Danner ground out, his face a gorgeous mask of stark almost painful desire. “Say my name while I fuck your ass.”
“You are perfect for me. The only woman who could ever give me what I really need. Who could let me be the gentleman cop and the dirty Dom I need to be in order to be me.”
The home we kept open to ya even in your darkest, worst fuckin’ hour. It’s closed. If it’d’a been just me you fucked over, maybe I coulda let it pass ’cause fuck, you’re my kid, but you put Lou in danger and your fuckin’ unborn siblings and your goddamn brother. You think I can let that slide?”
“You’re done. In The Fallen and as a fuckin’ Garro.”
