“What makes you say that?”
“It’s engrained in you and in everything you do.”
Little did he know I wasn’t like that at all. I’d been the quiet one, the girl who enjoyed her privacy and her little house all alone. That had made me happy for a very long time. But this was something else entirely. In letting go with a complete stranger, I was allowing another side of me to see the light of day.
And the dark of night.
Even the intense command of his voice was thrilling, awakening me to everything I’d missed. I’d question it later, but not when I had a huge cock ready to fill me as before. I pushed back against him, forcing the tip inside.
Instantly, my core was on fire, the heat between us oppressive. The full weight of his body crushing against mine was unlike anything I’d ever thought I’d feel or want. He was taking his time, pushing in just an inch then another.
Exhaling, I closed my eyes, my grip on the railing white knuckled. In my mind, there were people watching, enjoying the show as much as they had while girls strutted across the stage, pretending to be something they weren’t.
No, forced to be someone they’d never intended. A slave.
A rush of emotions hit me just as he thrust the entire length inside. I slowly tilted my head, now staring at the incredible stars hovering in the sky. As soon as another wave of guilt hit me, he managed to jolt me back to reality, fucking me even harder.
Together we rocked, our bodies moving as one. When he clasped his fingers around mine, I was floored as how much stronger the connection seemed. For a little while, we rocked together, breathless and panting, his sweat tickling my skin, his hot breath creating another wave of desire.
There was no denying the connection we shared. I only hoped that I could place all my trust in him. I needed to lean on someone, a strong soul who’d stop at nothing to help rescue my sister.
But now, I wanted more. Not just the freedom for the other women but for every man involved to be arrested and charged. There had to be justice for the victims.
He wasn’t interested in stopping, pushing us both until I was breathless, incapable of thinking clearly. Maybe I didn’t want to. Tomorrow would be a new day, facing both my fears and ugly realities. But that was tomorrow.
Tonight was all about something else. Strengthening our bond.
Putting us mentally in sync. And learning to trust one another.
But this was the best way of breaking the ice between us.
With a smile on my face, I rocked against him, bucking the way he was doing. His actions became rougher, hungrier.
Needier.
And I was about to lose my mind, the electricity shooting through exploding deep within my core.
I knew the moment he was ready to release, his breathing labored. He pounded harder, refusing to allow the sensational climaxes to leave just yet.
“Come again. Come on my cock.”
As the pleasure skyrocketed, what he’d commanded of me to do easily came just as every muscle in his body tensed. He was ready to erupt deep inside.
And when he did, folding his body over mine, I had the sensation of being watched.
Instead of crippling fear, I felt something else.
Determination.
CHAPTER 13
Kendrick
“What happened after you fucked Valentina?”
The sound of Hudson choking on whatever beverage he was drinking brought a smile to my face. Yes, the question was crude, but it had been on my mind for hours. Somehow, I’d lost the plot in becoming the protector and perhaps a knight in shining armor for Reese as well as countless other innocent victims.
I’d allowed my guard to fall, my resolve to fail, and had shoved my duty as an officer of the court aside. And I’d already compromised the mission that I’d insisted on taking.
