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The door slams, sending an electric shock of anger through me. I throw my glass on the floor. It shatters into a thousand pieces with a satisfying crash. I thought she had learnt to trust me. After all she’s seen me do for her, can she still doubt that I’m taking care of her best interests?
It’s too soon for her to go out. I need to be sure that Bana’s not going to retaliate. He’s hot-headed and he doesn’t play by our rules. Bana fights dirty.
My shoes crunch on the broken glass as I walk to the kitchen. She had prepared a beautiful dinner; shame she had to ruin it. I stare at her closed door as I walk through to my bedroom and begin to undress.
I remove my shirt, trying to calm down, but I hate that she walked away from me. I hate not being in control of a situation. She should be in my room, not hers. This is a stupid fucking argument.
I go to her room, pausing before I open the door. She’s sitting on the bed, her back to the door.
‘We need to talk, little bird.’ My words come out harder than I intended.
‘I don’t want to talk.’
She doesn’t move, keeps her back to me. I fight my anger.
‘You don’t have a choice, Dale. Come to my room.’
Her head flicks around, her eyes find mine and she sees immediately that I mean it, there’s no negotiation.
I’m pouring myself another whisky when I hear the click of her heels on the marble floor. My eyes flick to the door and my dick reacts to the sight of her, in spite of my anger. She hesitates in the doorway. A slight nod of my head gets her moving again and she walks to my bed.
‘Stop.’
She freezes mid-stride. I approach her, unable to help myself. She’s too fucking sexy, even when she’s mad with me. Sliding my hand though her hair and cupping the back of her head, I pull her to me. She doesn’t resist as I kiss her roughly, taking what I need from her mouth, my cock hard and straining against my trousers.
When I’m done kissing her and I pull away, her eyes remain closed and her lips red and slightly parted. I slide my hands up her dress, hook my fingers through her knickers and pull them down.
‘Turn around.’ I watch as she does as I say. ‘Bend forward, hands on the bed. Legs apart.’
The dress is short enough that bending forward exposes her completely. I sit down and sip my whisky, looking at her. I don’t speak. The silence makes her crazy, I can practically see her getting wetter and wetter as she waits.
‘I spoke with someone today, Dale.’ I take another sip. ‘A dangerous man. The man who sent that person to kill you the other night.’
I wait to see how she’ll react, but she doesn’t move. Her legs are straight and apart, long and lean in her heels.
‘I told him I killed his friend to protect you. And do you know what he did?’ I wait, knowing she won’t answer. ‘He tried to hurt me.’
Goosebumps break out on her skin and I tilt my head to the side, interested by this physical reaction to my words. I put down my whisky glass.
‘He didn’t hurt me, Dale. No one’s going to hurt me, I’ll win any physical fight I have. But I need to be sure that he won’t try to hurt me by hurting you, little bird.’ As I stand up, I run my hand up the length of her leg. ‘Because it would hurt me if someone hurt you.’ My hand slows on her thigh, enjoying the curve of her body. ‘It would hurt me very much.’
I push the dress further up her body, lower my lips and kiss the soft skin at the bottom of her back.
‘I don’t want to be hurt. I hate pain.’ I draw my hand over her behind, squeezing the softness. ‘And hurting you is pretty much the only way there is for this man to hurt me. My brothers, my crew, can take care of themselves, but you ... you have become my weakness. So I have to keep you safe. I can’t let anything happen.’ I draw my finger along her seam. ‘Even if it means you miss your exams.’ I reach between her legs, tracing my fingers along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, then moving to her swollen sex. ‘Even if it means you graduate in the autumn,’ I say, rubbing her clit. A groan escapes her lips. ‘You just have to trust me, little bird. Things are different for you now.’ I slide my finger inside her. ‘I’ll make sure you always get what you need.’
My phone rings in my pocket and I close my eyes. I don’t want to be disturbed right now, but I know whoever’s calling me isn’t calling for a chat about the football results. I put the phone to my ear while continuing to finger-fuck her with the other hand.
‘Yup?’
‘Slate?’ Dylan’s voice sounds in my ear, there’s tension in it and I immediately feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Dale sighs in front of me as I continue stroking her while listening to what Dylan says.
‘I’m on my way to the docks. Jimmy just called; the police have been past. We need to move the stuff out.’
‘Fuck.’
‘Yeah. Like now.’
‘They find anything?’
‘No, just passing, but it’s not safe.’
‘I’ll be there in fifteen.’ I hang up the phone. Shit. If that prick Bana tipped off the police to get back at me, I’ll kill him. I seriously mean that.
Dale is waiting in front of me, pink and swollen and desperate to be fucked. I open my trousers and release my cock. I don’t have long, I have to get out of here sooner rather than later, but I can’t leave her so hot and ready.
I press against her and then enter her in one smooth, fast movement, holding her hips and pulling her body towards me.
‘I’m going to have to go,’ I tell her as I pound into her, fucking her harder than I have before. She doesn’t answer, her body adjusting to mine, her breath coming out in short shallow pants. I’m already ready to come. I withdraw, tracing my finger over her clit one last time before driving into her and releasing, just as she does.
I pull out immediately and get dressed.
‘I don’t know what time I’ll be back.’ I button my shirt and grab my keys then head to the door.
‘Slater?’ she calls out.
I pause and look back. She gets up and runs to me, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her body against me. She buries her face in my neck.
‘Take care,’ she mumbles.
I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her tightly, then we move apart and I look into her eyes.
‘I’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about me, ever.’ I kiss her, take her arms from around my neck, then turn and leave.