“I have a place. You’ll be safe there until I can figure out what to do.”
She burrows her face into my throbbing dick, and I grit my teeth to stop a groan escaping, but love the feel of her in my lap.
She swallows, and I can’t help picture her swallowing with my dick down her throat. I stay silent, not wanting to give anything away, but with my clenched fists around the steering wheel, it’s clear I’m more than frustrated.
Arriving at my brother’s place, I click the button for the gates and the garage door, then drive through, tucking the Range Rover away for the night. “We’re here.”
She lifts her head from my lap. The only light from the headlamps bounces around the garage, highlighting a rope, axe, and spade on the wall and the duct tape sitting on the worktop.
She raises an eyebrow. “Is this where you’re going to kill me?” Her hand covers her button nose as she snorts with a nervous giggle.
A laugh bursts from my lips. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Red. I might fuck you within an inch of your life, but I’m not gonna kill you. That would just be a waste.”
She folds her arms over her chest. Her brow furrows, but a lift in the corner of her mouth tells me she doesn’t really believe I’ll hurt her. “So you’re going to assault me instead?”
My laughter stops dead. “I would never force you, but you’ll be begging me to fuck you before long.”
Her face turns away, avoiding my heated stare, hiding the truth in her eyes as she says, “That will never happen.”
I lean closer, easing her chin back to me. Her body trembles under my touch, but not from fear. She’s aroused, confined in this tight space with me.
“You sure about that?” I run my nose against her skin, the sweet scent of her body from a night’s work mixes with her arousal. “I can smell you, little fox.”
“What you can smell is my sweat from a ten-hour shift. If you’re not going to kill me or rape me, maybe you can feed me. I’m starving. And so is my vag, so proceed with caution.”
I laugh again and step out of the car. “I can feed you. As often as you want for as long as you want.”
She rolls her eyes. “And let me guess. Sausage, then cream for dessert, right?”
“Only if you’re a good girl.” A smirk quirks my lips as she sucks in a breath. Interesting that praise is her weakness. I’d imagined whispering all sorts of dirty things into her ear, but there’s plenty of time to find out exactly what she likes. Especially now I have her just where I want her.
I walk up the concrete steps and unlock the door that leads into the apartment above the garage. “Ladies first.” I gesture for her to enter.
She raises her brow. “Oh, now you want to be a gentleman? As if you didn’t drive here grinding your dick in my face the whole time.”
I can’t stop my smile from widening, remembering how it felt to have her face pressed against me. Tonight is going to be…amusing. “Keep up the attitude, and I’ll wash your mouth out with my cum.”
She rolls her green eyes again, then widens them as I turn on the lights to my brother’s city pad. A little cold for my liking, but it’s handy having a place to crash in the city.
Cautiously she enters, and I lock the door and reset the security system, then walk into the white marble kitchen. She pulls a phone from her bag, and I snatch it from her hand.
“They can track you with this.” I turn her phone off and throw it on the side. “We don’t know what they’re capable of or what resources they have.”
“They?”
“Just a hunch with the BMW. If you need to call someone, you can use my burner phone.”
“That was a burner phone. I got it when I moved here. I’m not stupid to carry on using my old phone.” She gasps, then covers her mouth before she spills any more secrets.
“So why did you move up here and need to ditch your phone? Something you want to tell me?” I fold my arms over my chest, waiting for her to elaborate.
“Oh, ex boyfriend was getting too controlling and a little crazy.” She snorts, trying to make light of her dire situation. She avoids my gaze, but doesn’t challenge me on the phone.
I nod my head while I open the fridge. She’ll come around and tell me the truth, eventually.
“I don’t have anyone to call, only Sasha, but she has kids to think about. I’ve already burdened her enough with my problems, and she’s helped me so much already by getting me this job and helping me get settled here.”
My head nods, listening to her worry about burdening people with her problems. To me, she’s no burden. We all have baggage, just some more than others, and I’ll gladly carry the weight of hers.
