Soft, tiny hands grip the material of my bulletproof vest, clutching onto me as if she lets go, the world disappears.
I disappear.
“Then there you were, the missing piece of my soul, catapulting yourself back into my life again. Albeit a little darker, but still the same girl I’m madly fucking in love with. So if you think for a second I’d take any of this lightly, if I need to talk to my people like shit to make sure nothing happens to you? Then I will.”
I press a harsh kiss to her forehead, dragging in the air mixed with her scent. “Whatever it takes.”
Her eyes flutter shut, squeezing to a point I can tell she’s fighting back the emotions as she whispers, “I know.”
Tilting her chin up with my thumb, I glare down at her. Not through aggression; it’s in a way I want her to feel the truth burning through me.
I’d sacrifice it all, give it all up—my fucking life—if it meant she lived in peace for the rest of hers. “Then don’t question when I throw my authority around.”
The corner of her lips flicker upwards. “You secretly like it when I do.”
My laugh is dark, rumbling within my chest as I look at her.
Reallyfucking look at her.
The most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on.
Often, I regret forbidding myself from staring at her in my teenage years, because if I did, I’d have greedily had more time with her.
And I’d probably have given this all up.
“You know what I like better? You dropping to your fucking knees to make up for it,” I growl back.
As much as Indie radiates fearlessness, I enjoy nothing more than catching her off guard with my words. Conjuring every emotion available to her in quick succession.
“Don’t make me wait, Indie. I might have been a patient man once upon a time. But having you back has worn it out.” My grip tightens under her chin. “Drop.”
She nervously glances to the side, to the back of the room where the double doors are. “What if someone comes in?”
“Then I’ll scoop their fucking eyes out with my fingers.”
Heat flares behind her eyes, and for once she doesn’t answer me back, seeing as that’s a new part of her personality since I got her back.
She slinks to her knees with a slowness that threatens to destroy the idiom my name refers to. When her knees hit the ground, I tuck the loose strand of hair behind her ears, dragging my zipper down with my free hand.
The restraint against my cock is liberating when I pull it free, fisting it as I watch her greedy eyes flare with impatience, her palms gliding up my jean-clad thighs.
“Open your mouth.”
She does as she’s told, sticking her tongue out.
“Good girl.” I smirk, gliding my cock in her mouth until it’s fully sheathed, her full lips wrapping around.
And then, she sucks me into the back of her throat.
I growl, “Fuck, that mouth, baby. I prefer watching it swallow my dick and stuffing that fucking sass right back down it.”
Those diamond-like eyes glitter with unshed tears under the light. She pulls me all the way out, licking and teasing the head before taking me deeper down her throat, gagging when my hips buck forward.
She picks up the pace, the room filling with her gagging and my groans as I fist her hair tightly in my hands, fucking into her mouth as the wetness eventually teeters over the rims of her eyes.
Fuck, she looks perfect.
My balls tighten when Indie looks up at me, holding my stare through watery lashes. My teeth grind so hard I swear my jaw almost cracks.
