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What a waste of time. I have better things to do than wait for him. I could have spent my night balls deep in one of the women I have on rotation. Would have been a damn sight better than standing on this godforsaken rooftop.
The smirk tugging at my lips is almost impossible to smother, but I do my best to train my face into a polite smile. Emerson, or Em as her father called her, is eye fucking me six ways from Sunday.
“I won’t bite.” Hard. The word remains unspoken as I push my hand closer to Emerson, but it’s a lie, regardless. I would kill to sink my teeth into her silky skin, to see my marks marring her milky flesh.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Saint James.” Emerson smiles politely, but it’s fake. The sadness lurking behind the vibrant green calls to me. It begs me to take it all away, and for some reason, I want to.
“Rayne. Please.” There are so many things I would like to hear her call me. Sir. Master. Daddy. But my name will do… for now at least.
I’m too attached to her already, and I don’t know if she’ll be able to handle being the object of my obsessions. Too bad she doesn’t have a say in the matter.
“I’m the person that will break every bone in your body if you ever touch Emerson again. Get the fuck out of here before I lose my patience.” His voice is even, as if he’s talking about stocks or last night’s basketball scores.
The thought has my fists tightening around the steering wheel. The only marks that belong on Emerson’s creamy skin are mine, and the idea of seeing another man’s on her makes my vision blur with feral rage.
“Because you’re mine, and I don’t take kindly to people touching what doesn’t belong to them.”
“When I ask a question, my sweet girl, I expect an answer, especially when it’s about your health and safety.”
leaving me an odd mixture of terrified and aroused.
“I’m anemic because I have bad periods, okay? My doctor has done everything under the sun and this is just how it is. It’s been this way for the last ten years, and it will probably be like this for the next thirty. It’s fine. I’m fine.” Rayne stalks toward me, seemingly unaffected by my embarrassing confession. Before I can even blink, he’s backed me up until I’m pressed against another wall, and his body is holding mine in place. “No, that is not okay. If your iron is low, we need to get it higher. If your periods are bad, we need to make them better.” His voice is low and filled with danger
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“I can see we have a misunderstanding here, so let me spell it out for you.” Rayne grinds his cock into my lower belly and I barely withhold the moan rising in the back of my throat. “You are mine. And as part of being mine, I need to know that you’re okay. Your health. Your safety. Any danger that could come to you is my business. If that means taking you to doctors, then that’s what I’ll do. I need you safe and healthy.”
“This is my number. If that asshole comes near you again, I want you to call me immediately. If you’re sick, I want you to call me. If you’re hurt, I want you to call me. If you’re scared, or feel unsafe, I want you to find somewhere safe and call me, and I will come to you. If I find out you didn’t call me, believe me when I say, you’ll be in a world of trouble. Do we understand each other?”
Rayne Saint James is going to destroy me, and I’m going to love every single second of my own demise.
but don’t say anything as I reach behind my back to check the position of my gun in my waistband.
“Why do you care?” Emerson whispers, tears filling her eyes. “I thought I was very clear about that yesterday. You’re mine, and therefore your health and safety are my priority at all times. Now are you going to tell me what the fuck happened and why you didn’t call me the moment this happened?”
A loud sob fills the office and a moment later I’ve gathered her in my arms and sat back in the chair she had been sitting in. “Shh, it’s okay, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” I’ve never felt the need to comfort someone else, not even my sisters, but Emerson’s tears make me want to tear the whole fucking world apart to destroy anything that would ever make her cry.
I need space. I can’t think when he’s so close to me, and I quickly attempt to slip from his lap. Rayne’s faster though, his hands coming down to my thighs to hold me in place. “Stay where you are, sweet girl.”
I stop moving right away, for some reason craving the pleased look he gets when I do as he says, and when the softness touches his eyes, a small smile plays on my lips.
“Please take the money. It’s not charity, it’s not a hit to your pride, it’s selfish because I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even had the chance to have you.”
“Don’t hide from me, Emerson. Don’t ever hide from me. I want all of you, and nothing you do or say is going to change that.”
Rayne: I need you to buy some dresses for someone. Long sleeve. Get some options and I’ll work it out. About your size. Snow: Ooooh, Rayne has a girlfriend!
“I see I haven’t made myself clear, or maybe you’re just not listening, so let me repeat myself, and this is the last time I’ll do it in such a… formal setting. The next time I have to remind you that your health and safety are the most important thing to me, I will do it with you bent over my lap while I redden your ass. Do I make myself clear?”
“The bag, sweet girl.” “I can carry it.” Emerson lifts the bag higher on her shoulder, trying to prove a point. “I know you can, but when you’re with me, you don’t have to.”
Emerson giggles and fuck me if it’s not the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “Shut up. I just mean I’ve never relied on anyone before, and it’s not as easy as you seem to think it is.” “Careful who you’re telling to shut up.” I smirk.
“I guess I’ve always been good at keeping people at arm’s length so it doesn’t hurt when they leave.” I squeeze her hand. “Well sweet girl, you better get used to leaning on someone.” I half expect her to fight me like she has at every other turn, but instead she squeezes my hand, and when I glance over at her, she’s smiling.
“You don’t have to come up, I know you’re busy.” Emerson lifts the heavy handbag onto her shoulder. “Not too busy for you, sweet girl.” I hold my hand out to her and she only stares at it for a moment before she hands it over. “Keys?”
“Are you sure you’re not too busy?” I ask. “Are you trying to get rid of me, sweet girl?” Rayne smirks. I shake my head. “Of course not. I just don’t want you wasting your day on me.” He sighs. “Emerson, any time I spend with you is not a waste.”
“No. Wearing. Other. Men’s. Shirts. If that’s what you like to sleep in, I will bring you some of mine, or better yet, wear nothing at all.”
“Sweet girl, I need you to eat and stop looking at me like I’m the meal you want to devour before I lose control and take you right here and now.”
I sigh as I place her down on the edge of the bed and crouch down in front of her. The motion feels strange because I’ve never been a man to kneel for a woman, always preferring to see them at my feet, but Emerson is different. If she needs me on my knees, that’s where I’ll be, no matter how unnatural it feels to me.
Fuck, she looks like a fucking treat all laid out in front of me, and it would be rude if I didn’t feast.
I’m a selfish motherfucker and I want her complete, undivided attention on me and what I’m giving her.
I know that if I spent the rest of my life between her legs, making her come over and over again, drinking in her essence, that I would die the happiest fucking man on Earth.
When I woke yesterday morning, the sun just peeking over the horizon, the sight of the marks I made with my mouth and teeth on her neck, along her collarbone, on her chest, the inside of her thighs, it had me harder than I have ever been in my fucking life.
So yes, you will be punished. For back chatting me, for continually putting yourself in danger after I’ve explicitly told you what I expect of you, and frankly, just because I know you’re going to fucking love every second.”
I plaster on a smile and wrap my other arm around her. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my family and John not far away, all staring at the spectacle, but I don’t care. All I care about is that tomorrow morning every paper in Chicago will have our photo, and every man that has ever shown interest in my girl will know she’s mine.
the way he handles me roughly and yet also like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held in his hands.
This night has it all. My woman in a dress I picked. Claiming her in front of the world. And now, watching an enemy bleed out in front of me in the hope of holding onto his pride, and once we’re done here, I’ll go back to Emerson and claim her in every sense of the word.
“You mean to tell me that my woman was just on stage with hundreds of people staring at her, and my pussy was bare?”
“Get her out of here. Wynter is outside. She’s going to check her over, check if she needs to go to the hospital. If not, take her home.” Storm is in work mode. He’s calling the shots even though this is usually my job. Taking care of dead bodies is my bread and butter, but he steps into the role without hesitation so I can take care of my woman.
“I’ll make sure the gala goes off without a hitch.” Wynter smiles softly. “Snow and I have thrown a bunch of these things, and Mom is a pro. I promise we won’t let it go to shit.” “My dad.” Emerson tries to sit up, but I hold her in place, not ready to have any distance between us at all. “Mom is with him.
It seems your dad trusts dear old big brother here with your safety.” She’s trying to make light of a situation so dark I’m not sure it will ever see the sun. A small giggle vibrates through Emerson’s chest. “That makes two of us.”
Storm slips into the room, his eyes looking over Emerson protectively. They’ve only known each other for a few hours, but I see the familiar look in his eyes. It’s the same way he looks at Wynter and Snow,
He closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “Sweet girl, I’m really fucking close to losing my fucking mind. I need you to let me take care of you. Can you do that for me?”
“He couldn’t live after putting his hands on what belongs to me,” Rayne growls. “I will always protect you, Emerson. I will kill anyone that hurts you, and I will burn the whole fucking world to the ground if it means keeping you safe. You are everything to me, sweet girl, and there’s nothing I won’t do to ensure your safety.”
“Do you want to know what I thought the first time I saw you, sweet girl?” His hand cups my cheek and I can’t help but lean into it. I nod, needing a distraction from the pleasure. “I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen in my life. When I caught sight of you coming out that door with a baseball bat, I swear I almost came right there in front of your dad. You looked sad and wounded, but the fire behind your eyes had me by the balls the second we locked eyes.” He seems so calm as he thrusts into me, like he’s not going crazy with need the way I am. “You were mine from that
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“I need to clean up,” I murmur against his chest. “No you don’t.” Rayne nuzzles his nose into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. “I like our scents mixed together.” “Yes I do, Rayne. I can feel your cum dripping out of me.” “Good.”
Her cries are muffled and I imagine her curled up with her knees pressed to her chest, her head resting on them. The thought makes me a mixture of furious and scared. She shouldn’t be alone. She should never be alone when I can be here for her, when I could be holding her.
