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As I’m reading through his information, I keep checking the cameras to make sure my girl is still safe. Knowing that he’s in a city two hours away should be enough to quell that worry, but there’s a sinking feeling in my gut – and my gut is never wrong. I’ve never felt this way about a woman before, though. The intensity of my desire for her might be throwing my judgment off.

I also can’t help but wonder if I’m no better than this guy. He was obsessed with my girl to the point of tracking all of her movements. I can’t say that I don’t have the same desires.

I’m different from him, though. He pushed Ella, made her feel unsafe in her own home. In the statement that she gave to police, she reported that he attempted to kidnap her, waiting down the block from her apartment to ambush her when she left to go out with some friends. If it weren’t for a good samaritan jumping in, he’d have taken her away.

My fingers tighten around my phone when I imagine what this bastard might have done to her if he was successful in taking her. Regardless of my growing obsession with Ella, I’d never do anything like that. My only goal is to keep her safe; I’d never put her in harm's way or do anything that would hurt her.

I’m different than Tyler Harris. I might not be perfect, but Ella feels safe with me, and I have the skills to keep it that way. It’s my job to shield her from all the evil in the world, and I take everything I do very seriously.

Still… I can’t deny that I do get a sick thrill when I look at the cameras and see Ella’s peacefully sleeping form. Bloodshoots to my cock every time I check in on her. If I’m not careful, if I don’t exercise a little more self-control, I’m going to have to murk this guy with a hard on. While it wouldn’t be my finest moment, it’s not like the motherfucker will have time to notice.

Tearing my attention away from the camera feed, I go back to my search. I know all the basic information about this guy – everything but his address. It shouldn’t be too hard to find, though. Hell, in this day and age, kids on the internet find people’s home addresses for fun.

Sure enough, it only takes me another couple minutes of searching before I find it. I allow myself a private smile when I see that he lives alone in a standalone house about fifteen minutes outside the city. Taking care of him will be easy. The only thing I have left to do is plan this operation out.

That’ll have to wait for later, though. My mark’s car pulls up with the lights off, and I scoff to myself – there’s no one out here but me. Who’s he hiding from?

I reach over, grabbing my silenced pistol from the glove compartment of my car. Then, I wait for him to get out. My client told me that he has a tendency to start drinking in the cab of his vehicle before getting out to take a piss. It’s a ritual they once partook in together when they were teens, and while she grew out of it, he never did.

Ten minutes later, the drunkard stumbles out of his car. I snarl at him, watching the way he sways. This bastard was probably drunk on the drive over, putting anyone who was on the road at risk, too. This job is a service to the community, regardless of what the law says.

I don’t bother getting out of my car quietly. This guy is too gone to realize I’m here. While his back is turned, I approachhim, lifting my weapon and aiming for his head. Then, with one squeeze of the trigger, I blow his brains out.

His body falls to the ground with a dull thud. I walk over to the sorry bastard. Taking lives shouldn’t be so easy, but this guy deserved it. The drunk driving aside, this guy beat his wife, the woman that he’s supposed to protect. He’s trash, and I’m glad that I took him out.

With one last sneer in his direction, I pull out my phone to check the time. His wife is still out with her friends. Her alibi is solid. The last thing she has to do to get her money is report him missing. Unless someone else finds the body first.

As I walk back to my car, I roll my shoulders back and clear my head. I’m about to go back to Ella, and I don’t want to carry any of this bullshit with me. Besides, it’s just a job.

Chapter Six

Ella

“Mm,” I hum, wiggling a little as I slowly come into consciousness.

There’s pressure between my legs, and I’m not quite sure it isn’t part of a delicious dream. I let out a sigh, lifting my head and staring down the length of my body. My breath catches when I realize what the intrusion is.

Michael is there, poised between my legs, watching with rapt attention as he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy. As it turns out, I wasn’t just having a really good dream. All that pleasure I was feeling was from him. I didn’t think this was something I’d be into, but now that it’s happening to me, a rush of wetness escapes me.

“Oh,” he says, amused. His gaze shifts from my most private parts up to my face. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah,” I say, grinding my hips against the intrusion. “What are you doing? What time is it?”

“It’s around six thirty,” he replies, his voice lust-drunk. “And I just couldn’t help myself. I woke up and you were laying here without any clothes on… you just looked so fucking delectable that I had to touch your pretty little pussy.”

“Mhm,” I breathe, moaning when he hooks his fingers upward and brushes them against my g-spot. “Oh, that feels good.”

“I bet it does, pretty girl,” he says, adding another finger to my pussy. I groan, longing to be stretched out even further, but unable to voice it. “God, I want you so bad. Your reactions are just so beautiful.”

“Michael, want you,” I slur, feeling like I’m floating. There are familiar tendrils of pleasure swirling around my stomach. “Please.”

“I’m so glad you asked,” he groans, removing his fingers. “Because I was going to take it anyway.”

I don’t have much time to mourn the loss of his fingers, watching as he yanks his shirt off. His pants and boxers go next, and I finally get a good view of his cock. He’s gorgeous, long and thick. My mouth waters at the sight, and I find myself wanting to take him between my lips and taste his essence on my tongue.

For now, I’m happy to kiss him while he drags his tip through my wetness. He goes easily. There’s no resistance. I’m even wetter than I thought I was. The thought of him playing with me enough to have me dripping while I was sleeping makes me hot all over.

Without any warning, he thrusts his cock inside me. I squeal, grappling to get a grip on his back as he starts fucking me hard without any preamble. It feels incredible, his cock touching the deepest crevices of my body.

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