“Well, you know my family, so what do you want to know about?”
“Why didn't you run away?”
“I tried once,” she said, sitting up and looking down at me, her eyes travelled over the planes of my stomach, causing my skin to pimple with goosebumps and my dick to harden. “I was caught and locked in a room for two days. I was about fifteen then, and my dad had tried to secure some kind of deal with some guy in Cork so he offered me an incentive. When I ran away, the deal went south. My dad was so angry, but Keefe stopped him from truly hurting me.”
Fury shot through me at what she must have gone through. She paused for a moment, probably thinking about Keefe no longer being around anymore.It hurt more than I cared to admit that she was all alone now.
“What happened after that?”
“Nothing really, my mother ran off with another guy and left me there. Shona would try to call me through Keefe every now and then but I didn’t know what to say to her. I never even remembered her growing up. I suppose I was just a normal teenager, wanting to hook up with the hot prospects but they were too scared to do anything with me.”
“So you never tried?”
“I did, a few times, but the only time I had any practice was when one of my father’s men fucked my face without realising who I was. He was new at the time. It wasn’t like with you, he shoved my head down roughly so I could hardly breathe. I didn’t like it, but with you I really liked it.”
My gut clenched at the thought of someone doing that to her. I smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her. She laid on top of me, straddling me, my cock prodding between her cheeks. My body tensed when she bit her lower lip and rubbed herself on me.
Fuck this woman was incredible.
“What about your other brothers?” I asked, groaning as she continued to do it. My fingers dug into her hips to slow her down, but the pain only seemed to ignite a new fire in her.
Shit. She was going to be the end of me.
“I want your dick inside of me, Kendrick,” she moaned, moving up and sliding my cock down her pussy lips, the tip at her clit, soaking in her arousal. “Ineedyou inside of me.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Ride me, baby.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. Sliding the tip of my cock to her entrance, she slowly slid down my cock until I was fully seated in her. Taking a moment to adjust to me, she threw her head back, her nails digging into my chest before she slowly started to move up and down on me. Her head fell forward and she kept her eyes on mine as she rode slowly. It was intense and meaningful. I’d never wanted to stare into a woman’s eyes as she rode me like this. I wanted Darby in a way that scared me, a way that was going to be a weakness in the future, but I couldn’t stop.
She felt like she was made for me.
“Kendrick, you feel so fucking good,” she moaned as she picked up the pace. “As much as I love being on top, can you please fuck me hard?”
I was pushing her to her back in the next second, pulling her leg up over my shoulder and hammering into her. My lips crashed down onto hers, our kiss was hard, our teeth clashing as I fucked into her with a power I didn’t realise I had. It was almost like I wanted to brand her from the inside out.
Mine, mine, mine – all fucking mine!
Her pussy choked my cock in the next few pumps and pushed me over the edge, spilling into her. I really should have been worried that I was fucking her raw but something inside of me wanted to keep doing it, to push my cum back into her when it leaked out. I didn’t want to figure out what that meant but I knew this had to stop.
I couldn’t keep fucking her. I had a job to do and I needed to be in charge if I was going to continue to protect her. I pulled out of her and fell to the bed next to her, our breathing heavy.
Even when the room fell silent, I knew she was still awake, and I knew I was running out of time to tell her before she found out so I bit the bullet.
“I have to tell you something.”
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes drifting closed. I rolled to my side, and looked down at her. She lifted her eyelids up and smiled up at me that had my chest clenching.
“The Destructive Sons are gone,” I said. “We blew up their clubhouse.”
Her smile disappeared and she sat up, her eyes searching mine for maybe deception, but she wouldn’t find any. “They were inside.”
I nodded.
“Why?”
“You know why,” I told her. “Are you angry they’re dead?”
She shook her head but I think she was in shock more than anything. “It’s surreal…I never really loved any of them. Not really…and I knew they were bad people but…why am I still here?”
