I’m back to packing Evie’s luggage, while she just sits on the side of the bed, staring off into the distance. Not only did the bastard beat her, but he broke her, and I’m worried about how I’ll fix her. Maybe Lach will have some ideas. Or she can talk to Grave. As the MC chaplain, that’s one of his duties.
“He was going to rape me,” Evie says, and my body shudders with rage as I swing around to squat in front of her again.
“Why?” I growl, and her eyes flare wide.
“Here.” Hammer hands us an outfit. “Found it on the back of the bathroom door. She’ll be comfortable for the ride home in this.”
I hear the door snick closed, so I help Evie to stand up in front of me. Her eyes are so far away, and I want them on me. I want to see life in them again, not this pain and turmoil that Justin has caused her.
“He said he was finally going to take my virginity.” She doesn’t even blush at the words, but I’m thrilled my girl will only ever be mine. I’ll kill that asshole with my bare hands if he tries to touch what is mine again.
Slipping the jacket from her body, I notice the outfit she’s wearing for the first time. The corset puts her sweet, full breasts on display, and I can’t stop myself from gently palming them. Her body shivers, and not from fear or pain. Her pupils dilate, and her mouth opens slightly as she moans, so I dive for that mouth.
With one hand in her thick hair, I tip her head for her to look up at me and take those sexy lips in a deep kiss. Her hands clench at my sides, and I take the time to explore her mouth. Her taste bursts on my tongue, addicting me from the start. The taste of her and vanilla overwhelm my senses, and it’s not until someone drops something on the other side of the door that I remember where we are.
Pulling away from her, she slowly blinks her eyes open. My hands massage the back of her head, and I feel the lump before she cringes back and gasps.
“There’s my girl.” My voice is rough. “He’ll never rape you. You’re mine now. That sweet pussy and virginity are all mine.” She blushes, and for the first time since walking in and finding her, I catch a glimpse of her behind those eyes. The amber is only a thin ring as her pupils overtake the irises. Leaning down, I kiss the top of each plump breast. “I can’t wait to get these rosy nipples in my mouth.” Evie shifts on her heels, and I know it’s going to kill me to do the rest. “We need a bra, baby, ‘cause you ain’t leaving this room with those hanging free in front of other men.”
“That drawer.” She points behind me to the small dresser I was avoiding because I knew it would have her sexy undergarments in it. “There should be some sleep/lounge bras in there.”
I turn away from her, opening the top drawer and finding exactly what she described and what I’m dreading. The silky, lacy bras are on one side, while the other stores her panties. Fuck. I take out a matching set and hand it to her, then yank the drawer from the dresser and dump it into the suitcase. On second thought, maybe I should leave the panties for Justin to find.
I’m about to reach down to do just that when out of the corner of my eye, her pants hit the floor. Slowly, I stand up, my cock straining my fly as I take in all of Evie’s beauty. She’s got new and old bruises lining her body, but I ignore those for now and notice she has more than just the finger tattoos I saw before. A blossoming tree grows up her spine, and on her upper arm are flowers with a tiger peeking through. Her full breasts with peachy-colored nipples will overflow my brawny hands. Her body is a bit plump, but I’m not concerned about that. Her waist cinches in, and her hips are full before I look down her muscular legs to her pink-tipped toes.
“Fuuuckkkk. Sweet cheeks, you need to put clothes on before I ravish you.”
Her blush warms her whole body, and she turns to give me her back. It’s that luscious, ripe ass that calls me to her. I rub my aching cock against it, and she moans as I groan, imagining sinking deep inside her body. I kneel behind her and bite each cheek. She yelps and tries to jump away, but I grasp onto her tightly.
“Fucking all mine.”
“Is that your favorite word?” she chuckles, and when I stand up behind her, I notice a faint smile lighting up her face.
“Yeah. My mama hates that I use it all the time.” Leaning down, I kiss the side of her neck and smack her ass. “Get dressed, now,” I order.
Evelise
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When Justin ordered me around, it angered me and made me feel stupid, but when Lucian does, it’s sexy and forbidding.
Sliding the cream and taupe bikini panties up my legs, I can’t believe I completely undressed in front of this man. I barely know him, yet it feels like I’ve known him my whole life. I trust him. I feel safe with him, and when he says he’ll do something, I know he will.
He leans back against my bureau, watching me dress instead of finishing up the packing. Next, I slip the sleep bra over my head and position my generous breasts in each cup. The outfit Hammer brought to me is one of my favorites. It’s a three-piece sweatsuit with a long cardigan that falls below my knees and a crop top that exposes my belly. Which Lucian doesn’t call fat or ugly.
When I’m finally dressed and standing in front of him, he leans over me and gives me one of those searing kisses that causes trembling legs and a pulsing core. My nipples press against the bra material, and it intensifies the ache.
“Lucian,” I sigh his name and feel his body shudder this time.
“I can’t wait for you to say my name just like that with my cock deep inside that sweet-ass cunt of yours.”
His dirty talk is vulgar but turns me on. No one has ever spoken to me the way he does. He doesn’t even scare me when he says he’s the boss now and in control of my life. It honestly calms and soothes me.
“I’ll pack your bedding while you empty the rest of your drawers. Is any of this furniture yours?” He steps around me to the bed, and I bite my lip, wondering what it will be like when he finally eases this need. When I don’t respond, he stands in front of me as I continue to stare at the bed, thinking of us sweaty and writhing around on it. His powerful body makes me feel small and safe. “Babe.” He lifts my chin, breaking my eye contact with the bed. “What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”
I bite the edge of my lip, considering how to tell him my thoughts. “I was…” What do I say? I look back at the bed, and he follows my sightline. When he turns back to me, he grins.
“Were you thinking of me fucking you?”
