Page 10 of Midnight Danger

“It’s been a long day. Let’s just go to bed and we can sort this mess out in the morning.” I leaned my forehead against hers.

“I promised to uphold the law,” she said in a very quiet voice.

“The law is an ass that can’t protect people.”

Her lips pursed and her hands formed fists at her side.

“That man would had raped you and given you to his friends. He would have most likely made you watch while I was tortured. The world is no longer black and white, it is created in various shades of grey, Cas.”

She squeezed her eyes closed but a tear escaped anyway.

I didn’t give her the chance to argue or pull away. Instead, I wrapped her in my arms and carried her into her bedroom. She was still in shock, her mood ranging from scared to sad to angry. Her eyes bored into me as I removed our clothes and tucked us into bed, Cassandra lying on my chest the way she did every night.

Tonight was the first time I didn’t sense any love or passion from her. Her breathing finally evened out and I felt her slowly falling to sleep as I rubbed my hand over her still-trembling body.

When I found out who ordered the attack on my business, every single one of them would be sorry they’d ever heard my name. Jordan was a scary sonofabitch when he got started. In contrast, I was slow to anger, but when provoked, I would visit the wrath of evil onto anyone who harmed me or anyone I cared about. The fact that that huge oaf had his hands on her, and bruises were slowly appearing, set my blood on fire with rage.

She burrowed into my heat and I tightened my grip on her, staring at the ceiling as for the first time in two months my insomnia returned. Cassandra had been my dreamcatcher, keeping me safe from the ugly world I was born into. That world had broken through our defences tonight and polluted our happiness.

I would do everything in my power to ensure it didn’t destroy what I’d found, because I didn’t think I would survive without this woman who’d burrowed herself deep under my skin and set up home in my heart.

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Chapter Four

Cassandra

Heat surrounded me in a delicious blanket that made me snuggle closer. A smile touched my lips when I felt kisses being pressed down my body, strong hands widening my legs. My mouth opened in a sigh as that mouth was joined by a tongue that should be stamped with a health warning. It caused tremors and fever, leaving its victims breathless in its wake.

I loved early morning orgasms, the type that left you ready to face whatever the world threw at you. My hands gripped the sheets as Xavier sucked my clit, his tongue moving in that zig-zag pattern that made me scream his name and drag his hair out.

“Morning,” he said against my lips, his thick length stretching me.

He rocked into me slowly, taking his time to rub that place that made my insides tighten, his piercing hitting just the right spot. I loved hard and angry sex, I loved all the different positions that made my insides explode, but this right here was my favourite. Our bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, still languid from sleep. I arched my back to get more pressure on my aching clit and Xavier drugged me with one of his deep kisses designed to make smart women stupid.

My nails dragged down his back and he growled into my mouth.

The pressure steadily built in my stomach until it exploded in that magical morning orgasm that made me grab his ass and hold him deep inside me as I ground against him. He finished himself off with thrusts so deep and slow that all I would feel for hours was his imprint.

It was only when I was falling back to awareness that all the memories from last night hit me full force. My eyes flashed open and I pushed his chest.

“No!” One word and my gaze locked with his. He pinned my arms to the side of my head, his cock still buried deep inside me.

“Get off me, Zee.”

“No more fighting, baby. Please.” His eyes pleaded with me, but I was on full rebel alert, squirming to free myself from his grasp. It was only when I felt him hardening again in me that I realised the situation I was putting myself in.

His eyes bored into mine like brilliant sapphires.

I shouldn’t want him. Last night I witnessed the type of man he was, but when he began to move in me, I moaned.

Victory shone in his gaze.

My head shook and I tried to free my hands. His pelvis kept moving and my traitorous hips tilted up, even as my mind screamed an objection. Xavier grunted with every thrust, his hair falling over his forehead. We stared each other down while he claimed me.

Neither of us wanted this, there was no emotion involved apart from anger and betrayal. He let go of my hands and he gripped my hips, his body pounding into mine. My nails dug in and scored down his back. He hissed but continued on his quest.

“If you’re going to fuck me like you hate me, do it from behind.”

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