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Fuck!

Is she trying to kill me or something? Because it fucking feels like it. Kneeling on the floor next to the ropes that were tied around her moments ago, green eyes bright with need and innocence, she floors me. God, she’s so fucking gorgeous, and I am a weak man. One incapable of saying no to this girl.

“Fuck!” I growl, fisting my shaft and nudging the crown against that pretty mouth. Her lips open obediently, and I sink a couple of aching inches into her mouth, nearly coming on the spot when those lips close around my dick. “Fucking hell, precious, is this what you want? My big cock in your mouth before I ram it into that tight little hole? You’re going to make it wet for me, aren’t you?”

She nods, moaning around my cock as I sink deeper into her before pulling back when she chokes. She grabs my thighs, leaning in and taking more inside her before pulling back with a gasp. “I’m not fragile, Saint. Not when I’m with you, so take control,” she says, bathing my cock with a lick, all the shyness from the first moments we spent together gone. “Use me.”

I grab a fistful of her hair, our eyes locked together as I sink my shaft into her pretty mouth. Her lips suction around my cock, and I start fucking that pretty mouth. She chokes and gasps around my girth, her eyes watering with every shallow thrust until I feel myself teeter close to the edge, and I realize there is no fucking way I am going to last long.

She gasps when I pull my cock from her lips before tugging her to her feet. I’m a raging bull, high on her as I spin her to face the wall, grab the waistband of her shorts, and yank them down. “You are fucking temptress, you know that?” I growl, fisting her hair even as I guide my hand between her legs to feel for her arousal. A groan rumbles in my chest when I find her wet. “Christ, you liked that, didn’t you? Liked my cock buried in that sexy little mouth.”

“Yes,” she breathes, pushing her full ass against my groin. “Want you, Saint. Please.”

I replace my hand with my cock, positioning my aching shaft between her cheeks and nudging it against her wet hole. She cries out when I slam forward, burying all my thickness into her tight pussy, and I’m riding her before she can recover from the intrusion. “I won’t last long, baby, not after that hot mouth of yours,” I grunt into her neck, working her pussy like a man possessed.

Jade is everything.

She is mine!

I slide a hand back under her legs and strum her clit as I pound my cock into her. Her thighs jerk and she sobs, crying out my name. Every thrust into her tight little pussy sends me closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close. Come for me, baby!” I rasp into her ear, grinding my shaft into her as I rub rough circles against her sensitive nub, and I’m nearly on the edge when she throws her head back with a scream. Her entire body shudders, sex cinching hard around my cock and pushing me into my own climax. I come with a roar, burying most of it in her hair where I press my face.

Jade sobs, her body shaking against mine as I flood her womb with my seed, the thought that I could get her pregnant making my pleasure even more intense.

“Mine,” I say thickly, my thrusts growing shallow as I push my release into her. “I will kill anyone who touches you, Jade. I’ll carve them up and tear them to pieces for so much as looking your way.”

“Yours.”

“Goddamn right.” My breathing is labored as I pull out before spinning her around so she’s facing me. I gather her into my arms, wrapping them tightly around her. “I can’t live without you, Jade. I won’t.”

“I don’t think I could live without you either,” she whispers, nuzzling my neck. “I love you, Saint. I’ll only ever belong to you.”

“I love you too, precious. Now let’s get out of here so Knox, Blaze, and a few other guys can come collect the trash. I promised Kyle some one-on-one time with your kidnappers.”

“It wasn’t his fault. You’re not mad at him are you?” Jade asks, peering up at me with those gorgeous green eyes.

“No, baby. It’ll be a while before I’m ready to let you out of my sight again, but I know what happened wasn’t Kyle’s fault. He’ll need more training before he gets another protection detail, but Blaze can see to that. Hell, they can use those three as training dummies.”

Jade giggles before quickly sobering again. “I don’t want to know what happens to them. I just want to know I’ll never have to see them again.”

I have to force my body to relax as I think about those fuckers and what they tried to do to Jade—what they likely did to countless other women before her. I won’t share the details of their fate with her; she’s too pure to be tainted by the darkness of my world. But I can make her a promise. “You don’t have to worry about them bothering you or anyone else ever again, Jade. You’re mine to protect, and I will always keep you safe.”

She snuggles into my side with a smile and a happy hum as she lets me walk her out to my bike.

I kiss her temple, holding her tight in my arms like I’m afraid she’ll disappear into thin air, or I’ll wake up and this will be a dream, but she stays. The dream plays on. And I hope I never wake up from it.

Epilogue

Four Months Later

Jade

I bite into my trembling lip to stop the tears as I stare out the window. My makeup artist silently dabs a cotton ball under my eyes, her expression free of judgment as she wipes the tears away. “I’m sorry,” I sniff, hating myself for messing up her hard work, but I can’t help it.

It’s raining cats and dogs—on my wedding day, of all days. The weather forecast said it was going to be bright and sunny all day, maybe a little cloudy at the worst, but I never expected it to rain this much. We’re having an indoor wedding, but still…

“You know, in some cultures rain on your wedding day is supposed to symbolize fertility and a fresh start.” I turn away from the window to face her. Ingrid, my makeup artist, is a beauty. She is delicately pretty with soft features and captivating mismatched eyes, one a striking blue like the ocean on a calm day and the other a warm earthy brown. Her hair is also an unusual shade of deep auburn that looks stunning on her. After everything that happened with Natalie, I was terrified of making new friends, but when I met Ingrid, we immediately hit it off. We met during the planning of my wedding and became close. She’s a literal angel and a great friend. Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve someone like her in my corner. “I have roots in Scotland, and in my culture, rain on your wedding day represents a strong marriage. It symbolizes that the couple will weather any storms together.”

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