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I don’t ever want my woman to be able to hide from me. Not her pain. Not her pleasure. Not even her embarrassment. Like I said, I’m a selfish bastard and I want it all.
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 suggest you get out of here while you can still breathe without the help of a machine.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.
“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.
But as I hold Emerson, her tears soaking my shirt, I would give it all up to take her pain away.
“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.”
I nod and hold out my hand for her to give me her handbag, but she looks from me to my hand like she can’t quite work out what I’m asking for. “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.”
My. Heart. 😩.
Dedicated to Emerson Saint James, the bright light in Chicago’s darkness.
