Page 6 of Bad Man

At the sound of my broken voice, he unleashes the beast that’s been lurking inside of him. His hands tighten on my hips, gripping me so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises when we’re done. He almost pulls out of me completely before slamming back in.

A high-pitched moan catches in my throat. Michael sets an unforgiving pace. He drives into me like he’s been starving for this, his lips pressing kisses against the sweltering skin on my bare shoulder.

“Gonna fill you up and breed you,” he says, the way he sounds almost unrecognizable from the network technician that showed up at my house hours ago. “This tight little pussy is mine, you understand that? No one else is going to make you feel as good as I do. I’m going to ruin you for any other man. Not that you’re going to get to be with anyone else. You’re mine, Ella.”

His.

That concept, those possessive words… I should want to run. I should tell him to get off of me. I should be scared… But I’m not. Instead, I’m more turned on than I thought possible, obsessed with the idea of being his. Not just the idea – I am his now.

“Yours,” I grind out, my sweaty palms scrambling for purchase on the countertop.

“That’s my good girl,” he says, still holding my hip tightly with one hand as he moves his free hand between my legs, circling my clit. “You going to cum all over my cock? You gonna take my seed like a good girl?”

“Yes!” I exclaim, my thighs shaking as my orgasm barrels toward me.

Michael growls in my ear, continuing his onslaught. I feel untethered, but in the best way. With each thrust of his hips, Michael is bringing me toward my peak, and my only job is to enjoy the ride.

The second my pussy starts to clench around his length, he groans and asks, “Is my good girl about to cum for me?”

“Uh huh,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut as the first wave of my climax bowls into me.

I lose myself to the sensations. My entire body trembles in ecstasy as he continues to plow into me. Beneath me, my legs buckle, and if it weren’t for Michael’s steady hand at my hip, I’d collapse.

I’m gasping for breath, still riding out the last tendrils of my climax when Michael yanks me hard against his chest, burying his cock deep inside of me. His cock twitches hard, then I’m filled up with something entirely different. His cum, his seed. I groan, my toes curling as he claims me in the most primal way.

“Fuck, Ella,” he curses as he pulls out.

“Yeah,” I agree, going easily when he turns me around and brings me to his chest, reeling me back down to earth. “Will you stay tonight?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he replies, tightening his arms around me.

I soak up his contact. The security he provides me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m content to stay like this for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately, a few minutes later, the kitchen fills with smoke. We jump apart, and my eyes land on the stove. The chicken breasts I put on before we got started are burning, and likely seconds away from catching fire.

I stare at it, frozen in place, but Michael jumps into action. He turns the stove off and removes the pan from the heat. Then, he turns around with a smile on his face.

“Guess we got a little carried away, huh?” he laughs, already opening the cabinet where I keep my pans to pull out a new one.

“Yeah, I guess so,” I giggle, feeling light and satiated. I bend down to pick up my robe from the floor. “I’ll start more chicken.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he says casually as he goes to the fridge. “I’m the reason we were distracted. I’ll take care of this. You just sit over there and look pretty for me.”

My heart flutters and my mouth goes dry. I nod, doing my best to suppress another round of giggles. Michael gives me a wink and goes back to his task. I take the opportunity to observe this handsome, handsome man, thinking about all the things I’d like him to do to me after dinner.

Chapter Five

Michael

As I sit in my vehicle outside the location where my mark will arrive, I can’t stop thinking of how peaceful Ella’s sleeping face was when I left. I didn’t want to go, and at first I thought it was her anxiety getting to me, but then I realized that letting her out of my sight made my stomach turn. Unfortunately, I have a job to do.

Thankfully, I hacked into Ella’s cameras while she was grabbing me that glass of water earlier. At least if I can’t be there, I can keep an eye on her. Plus, this job shouldn’t take too long. The man I’ve been hired to take care of comes to the same remote spot every day to drink a pint of vodka before walking back home to harass his wife.

She’s the one that hired me for the hit, paying me through cryptocurrency. Her alibi for tonight is solid. Once I take care of him, she’ll both benefit from his life insurance policy and be free of his abuse.

After checking the clock, I pull up the cameras to check on Ella. She’s still sleeping soundly, holding onto the pillow that I slipped into her arms when I left. I’m content to sit and watch her, but then a text from Blackwood Falls’s sheriff comes through – attached is the report Ella filed about her stalker.

I read through the report, incrementally looking up from the document to make sure I don’t miss the abusive son of abitch that’s going to be here. As soon as I have a name – Tyler Harris – I proceed to gather as much information as I can on him. Ella’s never going to have to worry about him again, not after I’m done with him.

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