Making my way over to him, I crawl on the bed, trying to look sexy.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” he growls, but he doesn’t sound mad.

  “Looking at you like what?”

  “Looking at me like you want me to devour you,” he says with barely contained control. “I will, but first,” he pats the space beside him, “I wanna talk to you, since we’ve never really had a decent conversation before.”

  He’s right. The times we have spoken haven’t ended well.

  Lying down beside him, I turn on my side and watch him do the same. We stare at each other for a while before he speaks.

  “Before things go any further, I wanna be clear. I’m not sure what it is you want from me, or what this is to you, but you should know that I’ve already staked my claim on you. I did that the first night I met you. You’re mine.” His words excite me.

  “I’m not a good man, and I think you know that. I do bad things and that won’t ever change. But I want you, Angel. I’m not willing to let you slip away from me.”

  “I knew there was something about you that first night you saved me. I could see you were a man not to mess with, but that never scared me. You were my dark knight and I wanted you. But I need you to know that what you said that night really hurt me. I know you couldn’t have known, but my whole life I’ve heard those exact words. Yet, when you said them, it cut me deeper than it did when everyone else said it. And I knew if I wanted to change people’s perception of me, I needed to leave and start over. So, I came here, and I’m so glad I did. I’ve met some of the best people and have a job I love…” I pause for a minute, then reach out and place my hand on his chest before continuing, “It also brought me back to you.”

  I feel stupid saying it, but looking into his eyes, I know he doesn’t think so. As a matter of fact, I think he feels the same way.

  Blowing out a breath, he rolls over so he’s on his back. “I meant to hurt you that night.” His words are spoken softly, and they shock me. But instead of getting hurt and angry, I let him finish.

  “I saw you before you saw me. Even before the cops showed up. And there was something so different about you. I knew you were an innocent. But I was greedy enough to want to have you anyway. I wanted to take your goodness and dirty it up with me. Then, at the police station, they told me who you were and what you did for me. I was angry, but not at you. I was angry with myself, for lowering you to those depths. Even if I didn’t do it intentionally. Like I said, I knew you were innocent, but I had no idea you were that innocent. I didn’t want to ruin you, so when you walked up to talk to me, I said the only thing I thought would hurt you. It was the only way I could save you from me.” He sounds so sad, and I want nothing more than to comfort him.

  I take a moment to think about my next words, because I need them to be solid and true. I need him to know there’s nothing wrong with him in my eyes. I know there are things about him that I still don’t know, but I want him still. He’s a good man to me and that’s what matters.

  “I know you think I’m innocent, and maybe I am. What you don’t understand is that I don’t care who you are to the outside world. I don’t care about the things you’ve done or may continue to do. The only thing that matters is how you are with me.” I’m not sure if my words make sense to him, but I really want him to understand.

  “I’ve hurt people,” he says.

  “As long as you don’t hurt me, I’ll still want you.”

  “I’m a criminal.” Again, it’s like he’s trying to make me not want him, but it’s pointless.

  “I don’t care. We all do things we shouldn’t. I’m underage and I’ve drank,” I add with a smile, trying to make him laugh, but his hard expression doesn’t falter.

  “I’ve—” he tries to say something else, but I silence him with a kiss. I don’t need to know. It won’t change anything. He’s still one of the best men I’ve ever met. He didn’t care about himself when I was in danger. He stepped in and saved me. Twice. And even though I hate feeling weak, I love that he cared enough about me to want to protect me.

  Pulling away just enough to speak, I say, “I. Don’t. Care.” Then I kiss him again.

  And it’s that kiss that finally makes him snap, but in a good way.

  Lifting my shirt up, he caresses me as if I’m a delicacy. I want him to be rougher, but for now, I’ll let him do things his way.

  His lips trail down my neck and latch onto one of my breasts. Gasping, my back arches and my hands grip the sheet. I’ve never felt anything like this and had no idea my breasts would be so sensitive.

  When I think I can’t take much more, I feel his mouth move further down. He plants featherlight kisses across my stomach and along my panty line.

  Looking down, I see him staring up at me, and I can read the question in his eyes. Taking matters into my own hands, I reach down and start to pull my panties down, baring myself to him, but he stops me. Instead of letting me do it myself, he takes over the task, only moving a lot slower, and with steadier hands.

  Lying here, completely naked, I feel no shame. The look in his eyes tells me he likes what he sees. It’s the same look he’s had every night he watched me dance, but this time it’s more intense.

  Inhaling deeply, he says, “You smell even better than I imagined. And I bet your taste is like nothing in this world.” Dipping his head, I feel his warm breath along my thighs and lower lips. Then, his breath is replaced with his tongue. The feeling is so intense, my hips nearly fly off the bed. They would have if he wasn’t holding them down.

  I feel him moan deep inside me, making my insides quiver. “Fuckin’ delicious.”

  “Oh, God,” I say, and if I was in any other situation, I would probably blush from embarrassment, but not now. I can’t think of anything else besides the feel of his tongue on me.

  His tongue moves faster and he sucks my clit, causing an explosion to erupt inside of me. Stars dance in my vision. I start to scream, but his hand covers my mouth, muffling the noise. I’m sure I’ll be grateful for it later.

  I feel like I fly this high for hours, days even. It was much more intense this time around than it was back at the club. I don’t know if it’s because he used his mouth this time, or if these things just get better the more you do them.

  Opening my eyes, I notice him begin to climb up my body, and he’s naked. When did that happen?

  “You ready for me, Angel?”

  “Please,” is all I can say, but it’s enough for him.

  But instead of using his penis to enter me, I feel his hand. He plays with my outer lips for a few moments, then I can feel his finger circle my opening. The entire time, he never takes his eyes off of mine.

  I don’t know how much more of this I can take before I go crazy. I need to feel him inside of me.

  “Please, Dominic,” I whisper with need.

  “Patience, Angel,” is all he says, but he answers my need.

  Slowly, painfully slow, he pushes his finger inside me. It pinches a little, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I’ve read stories about girls losing their virginity, so I know it hurts at first, but this isn’t really pain. It’s more uncomfortable than anything else.

  I relax a little bit more, which allows him to enter me further. Now, I start to feel the first twinge of pain, but it’s still manageable. It’s still very pleasurable, though. I moan as he starts to move faster and faster inside me.

  Using his thumb, he circles my clit, causing me to jerk a little, but in a good way. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of the way I feel before he makes me come. It’s out of this world. I can see now why people like sex and want it all the time.

  It doesn’t take me long before I’m shooting off again, riding the high I’m coming to love. Then at the peak of my arousal, I feel him remove his finger and his penis take its place.

  “I’ll go slow,” Dominic says right before he slowly pushes inside me.

  This time, the pain is definitely there. I wince and my breath catches. He stops to gauge my response, and I see that this pains him, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to take me and to make me feel pleasure again. So, I reach down and grab onto his hips, urging him forward. He complies, but instead of going slowly, he surges forward in one swift movement, causing me to scream out in both pain and pleasure.

  Leaning down, he gives me a soft kiss on the lips. “Look at me, Angel.”

  When I look up into his eyes, I see my whole world staring back at me. Smiling down at me, he starts to rock his hips, and my thoughts take a backseat to the amazing feelings he’s creating throughout my body.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Torq

  When her eyes open, I see something I never thought I’d see shining back at me—complete love and trust.

  It’s not the love that a couple has for each other after they’ve been together for a while, but it’s a new kind of love. I want nothing more than to accept it, no matter what it means or how little there is. This woman is more amazing than I could have ever dreamed her to be. For her to accept me for who I am, it’s more than I could ever ask for. And I make a promise to myself, here and now, that I will never do anything to hurt her. I will treasure her and make her happy.

  Knowing she was a virgin, and that I needed to be gentle with her, I move slowly at first. After the initial pain she must have felt, I need to work her back up to feeling good again. I want her to enjoy her first time.

  She moans, and I know the worst is over. I continue to move slowly at first, more for me than for her. She’s so tight and feels so good, I don’t want to move too fast—otherwise, I won’t last long.

  Picking up my pace, I thrust harder, causing us both to moan in unison.

  “Fuck, Angel,” I growl when she squeezes my cock, almost to the point of pain. I guess when she told me before that she’d squeeze me, she wasn’t lying.

  Her nails dig into my back as hers arches off the bed, begging without words for more.

  Giving her what she wants, I move faster and harder. It won’t be long now, but I can’t stop myself.

  “Yes, Dominic. Yes,” she cries out, urging me on. I’m more than willing to comply.

  Lifting her leg with my right arm, I’m able to reach a spot deep inside her and she flinches. Whether it’s from my size or depth, I don’t know, but she doesn’t pull away.

  “Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good.” I’ve never felt anything like this. Her pussy is silky and warm, and even though it’s a tight fit, it’s perfect. She hugs my cock like she was made for me and me alone. I will do everything in my power to make sure she never leaves me. I’ll be the best man I can be for her so she never wants anyone but me.

  Knowing I can’t hold my own pleasure off much longer, I lower her leg and slow my thrusts, wanting to savor this while I can. I still have to tell her I’m leaving in the morning, and I don’t know when I’ll be back. I don’t know how long I’ll be without her in my arms and in my bed, so I need this to be enough until I can return.

  Kissing her lips softly and slowly, she latches onto my neck and devours my mouth, taking everything she can from me. She doesn’t have to try, because I’d willingly give her anything she wanted; all she has to do ask. I’d give her the fucking world.

  Reaching down with my right hand as my left continues to hold myself up, I start to rub her clit, knowing it’s the best way to get her off before me. She already came three times, but I need her to come again on my cock. I need to feel her squeeze the life out of me and milk every drop of cum from my body.

  I feel her insides start to pulse against me. I know I can make her come harder than ever before, so I rub faster and put more pressure on her clit as I move in and out of her, faster now.

  “Come for me, Angel. Come on my cock.”

  She moans louder just as I feel her contract, coming so hard I think my eyes may actually pop out of my head.

  “Fuck,” I yell, pushing deeper inside her, filling her up with everything I have. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a release, so it feels like my orgasm goes on and on.

  As I come down from the best high I’ve ever had, I lay my head on her chest.

  “That was—” I start to say, only to have her finish my sentence.

  “Amazing.”

  I couldn’t agree with her more. Lifting my head, I caress her face with my rough hand, but she doesn’t mind my calluses. I just hope she never finds out the things I’ve done to earn them.

  “You’re amazing,” I say, not caring how cheesy it sounds. It’s just me and her in this room, and if I can only promise her one thing, it’s that I will be open and honest, pure and true when we’re together. And even when we’re not alone, I’ll still make an effort to lavish her with the attention she deserves, to a point. I never want anyone to see my weaknesses. They give your enemies a way to hurt you, and I will not allow someone to hurt my Angel to get to me. I’ll die before that happens.

  “I’m so sorry I hurt you before,” I say, needing to put that out there. And as it turns out, the things I said to drive her away were all pointless because she found her way to me anyway…for which I’ll forever be grateful.

  “I understand why you did it. Just promise me you won’t do it again,” she says.

  I’m not one to make a lot of promises, only the ones I know I can keep. But this is one I’m eager to make and doing everything in my power to uphold.

  “I promise, Angel.”

  She smiles through a yawn. I know she’s exhausted, but I’m not ready to let her sleep just yet.

  “Come on,” I say, pulling myself off her and standing up. My cock is starting to get hard again, but I know I need to give her some time to heal. She’s not ready for days and nights filled with lots of sex. She’s got to be sore, so I need to take care of her.

  “Where we going?” she asks through another yawn.

  “To shower. Then you can sleep, my Angel.”

  It takes a bit of effort for her to pull herself from the bed, but when she stands, I can see a little more alertness in her eyes.

  Reaching for her hand, I lead her to what I hope is the bathroom. It’s the only other door in this apartment, so it has to be it.

  Sure enough, when I open the door, a small shower greets us. I wish it was bigger so both of us could fit inside, but that’s not what she needs right now. She needs to wash up so I can get her back to bed.

  Turning the water on, I open the door for her to enter.

  “Aren’t you gonna join me?” she asks, her eyes playful.

  Laughing, I kiss her lips before slapping her ass. “Not tonight, Angel. You get washed up, take a soak, whatever you need. I’ll go make the bed and wait for you.”

  She pouts, which makes her look even sexier, but I can’t take her again. I slap her ass once more to get her going, then grab a wet washcloth before leaving her to do her thing.

  Once I’m back in her room, I wipe myself up as best I can.

  I don’t put my clothes back on because I want to feel her skin on mine. I’ve never slept in a bed with a woman, but I’m looking forward to spending the night with her in my arms. Even if it’s only for a few hours.

  While I wait for her to finish showering, I find another sheet in her closet. I try not to snoop too much, but I can’t help but notice a whole drawer filled with sexy costumes. A police officer outfit, a nurse and school girl outfit, and a few made out of what looks to be leather. I’m definitely going to have her wear those for me in a private show when I get back.

  Just as I’m finishing putting the clean sheet on her bed, she comes walking into the room with just a towel. When she sees what I’m doing, she looks a little embarrassed.

  Walking up to her, I take her in my arms so she knows there’s nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you to bed.”

  She looks up at me and nods, seemingly happy that we aren’t going to talk about what happened to the other sheets.

  Reaching up, I pull the towel away from her body and lead her to the bed. Lying down beside her, I hold her close, her back to my chest.

  “I have to leave tomorrow morning. I’ve got a few things to do for the club, but I’ll be back in a few days. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to wake you before I leave so I can put your number in my phone. I’ll call or text to let you know when I have a better idea of when I’ll be back.”

  I thought she’d be upset, or think I was blowing her off, but she surprises me. I guess she really isn’t anything like other girls.

  “Okay.”

  “Sleep now, my beautiful Angel.”

  I think she fell asleep before I even finished the sentence. I wasn’t far behind her.

  ***

  I don’t know what time it is, but I wake to Angel moving around on the bed. I’m not sure if she’s uncomfortable or if she’s having a nightmare, so I put my hand on her back and say in a soothing, sleepy voice. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

  She doesn’t reply right away, so I think she’s already fallen back asleep, but then I hear a voice that’s definitely not hers.

  “But I’m not tired, baby.”

  My eyes fly open, and the first thing I see is a man holding Angel—one arm around her naked waist, the other snaked around her neck, his gloved hand firmly placed over her mouth. Tears stream down her face and her eyes are wide with fear, begging me to save her.

  She’s struggling to get away from him, but it’s no use. He’s too strong.

  When I move my gaze to the man now holding a gun to my head and sitting up in the bed beside me, I come face to face with the man I saved Angel from months ago. The man I should have killed when I had the chance. Georgie.