twitch and tighten uncomfortably. The sight of her sweet face in this much turmoil is hurting me.
“I’m here for you. Tell me. Tell me right fucking now. Who made you cry?”
She brings one hand to flutter over her mouth and nose, and a new torrent of tears seep from her eyes. They’re tears of relief. I feel it. She needed someone to be here for her. Well I’m here now, and I’m going to make someone pay.
“Are they in there?” I look toward the door, and I instinctively know I’m right. Whoever hurt her, they are inside that building, because I feel her resistance in the slight tightening of her lips. “Stay behind me.” It’s an order and when she follows my command without question, I fall in love with her even more.
I blink once at the word that just hit me in the chest like a canon shot.
Love. Is that what this is? I lock my jaw tight and shake it off, my inner conflicts need not be solved this moment.
I swing the door open and secure her hand in mine reaching behind me; it’s like a doll’s hand in mine. I want to pick her up and carry her wherever she needs to go. I want her sweetness to cover me and my mark to cover her.
I want to see her sweet lips dripping with my semen, and my cock clenched in those tiny hands while she looks up at me with awe in her eyes.
And the name she will come to know as her everything. Daddy.
“Where?” I ask on a growl as I turn to look over my shoulder. “ Where ?” I repeat, louder and that one word booms off the walls in the back hallway as we step in from the outer door.
“He was in the office.” The words are barely audible from her shaking lips but I see a spark in her eye and it only makes my need to be her champion more furious.
My chest constricts, rises and falls like a tidal wave as I try to soften my expression, arranging her gently against the wall just inside the back entrance.
“Listen to me.” I bite my bottom lip and put both my hands on her face. “What happened?” I lower my voice, my ears picking up any errant noise from down the hall.
I search her expression for clues. Her green eyes sparkle and dilate, and she looks down at her feet.
“I want to protect you. I want to help you. Please, let me. I have to do that.” My voice turns to a growl. “I need to know what happened here so that I can fix it.” The words grate as they come out. “You don’t understand. I have to fix it.” Her eyes widen at the desperation in my voice.
“My boss. He sort of...” I watch her eyelids close for a moment too long and I already know what she’s going to say. I can feel it pushing at my temples, and everything turns red. “He wanted me to suck —”
I push two fingers over her lips, because I can’t hear the next words. A shockwave of pain reverberates through me and if she says anything more right now I think I would die.
“Don’t move.” I grit the words out between my teeth.
I lean down, my hands gripping the sides of her head harder than I should, willing my strength to make everything in her life better. I bring my mouth down, kiss the crown of her head and turn on my heel toward the shuffling I hear coming from the office a few feet away.
“Chastity?” An irritated male voice barks and the grizzly roars to life between my ears. Four more steps and I meet him inside the office doorway. “Is that you—” Those are the last words the fucker gets out before his jaw and my knuckles are introduced.
My other hand juts forward and clutches his windpipe. My nerves sizzle and my jaw aches as I grind my teeth. The thought of anyone else touching her, anyone else expecting her to touch them, turns off any parts of the civilized Magnus.
I want to see blood, hear bones cracking; I want to hear him beg for his life.
I want to hear him apologize for hurting her. I want him to realize she is forever out of his reach. Because she belongs to me.
“I’m here for you. Tell me. Tell me right fucking now. Who made you cry?”
She brings one hand to flutter over her mouth and nose, and a new torrent of tears seep from her eyes. They’re tears of relief. I feel it. She needed someone to be here for her. Well I’m here now, and I’m going to make someone pay.
“Are they in there?” I look toward the door, and I instinctively know I’m right. Whoever hurt her, they are inside that building, because I feel her resistance in the slight tightening of her lips. “Stay behind me.” It’s an order and when she follows my command without question, I fall in love with her even more.
I blink once at the word that just hit me in the chest like a canon shot.
Love. Is that what this is? I lock my jaw tight and shake it off, my inner conflicts need not be solved this moment.
I swing the door open and secure her hand in mine reaching behind me; it’s like a doll’s hand in mine. I want to pick her up and carry her wherever she needs to go. I want her sweetness to cover me and my mark to cover her.
I want to see her sweet lips dripping with my semen, and my cock clenched in those tiny hands while she looks up at me with awe in her eyes.
And the name she will come to know as her everything. Daddy.
“Where?” I ask on a growl as I turn to look over my shoulder. “ Where ?” I repeat, louder and that one word booms off the walls in the back hallway as we step in from the outer door.
“He was in the office.” The words are barely audible from her shaking lips but I see a spark in her eye and it only makes my need to be her champion more furious.
My chest constricts, rises and falls like a tidal wave as I try to soften my expression, arranging her gently against the wall just inside the back entrance.
“Listen to me.” I bite my bottom lip and put both my hands on her face. “What happened?” I lower my voice, my ears picking up any errant noise from down the hall.
I search her expression for clues. Her green eyes sparkle and dilate, and she looks down at her feet.
“I want to protect you. I want to help you. Please, let me. I have to do that.” My voice turns to a growl. “I need to know what happened here so that I can fix it.” The words grate as they come out. “You don’t understand. I have to fix it.” Her eyes widen at the desperation in my voice.
“My boss. He sort of...” I watch her eyelids close for a moment too long and I already know what she’s going to say. I can feel it pushing at my temples, and everything turns red. “He wanted me to suck —”
I push two fingers over her lips, because I can’t hear the next words. A shockwave of pain reverberates through me and if she says anything more right now I think I would die.
“Don’t move.” I grit the words out between my teeth.
I lean down, my hands gripping the sides of her head harder than I should, willing my strength to make everything in her life better. I bring my mouth down, kiss the crown of her head and turn on my heel toward the shuffling I hear coming from the office a few feet away.
“Chastity?” An irritated male voice barks and the grizzly roars to life between my ears. Four more steps and I meet him inside the office doorway. “Is that you—” Those are the last words the fucker gets out before his jaw and my knuckles are introduced.
My other hand juts forward and clutches his windpipe. My nerves sizzle and my jaw aches as I grind my teeth. The thought of anyone else touching her, anyone else expecting her to touch them, turns off any parts of the civilized Magnus.
I want to see blood, hear bones cracking; I want to hear him beg for his life.
I want to hear him apologize for hurting her. I want him to realize she is forever out of his reach. Because she belongs to me.
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