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“How bad is it?” I murmur against her hair.
Her body trembles against mine as her shoulders shake. “I get to travel back for Walker’s wedding, but after that … I have to come back here. And … he’ll never let me go.”
“That’s never going to happen, I swear; I will get you out of here.” I swallow roughly. “Just give me a little time, okay?”
“But what if he kills me first?” she whispers, peeking up at me through wet lashes. “I mean … that’s been the plan all along, right?”
Cupping her face, I feel her heart beating faster against mine. “It might be his plan, but it’s never going to happen.”
“If he doesn’t kill me, I’m going to Vittoria Island. I’ve eavesdropped enough to know that isn’t a place I want to be.”
My blood runs cold as I imagine Briar trapped in wherever that hellhole is. We’re so close, yet still so far away. We could use her to lead us there, but, fuck … that’s way too risky. And it’s not like I can tell her this. After all, she can’t know I’m an agent. To her, I’m simply a guard who wants to get her out of here alive.
Looking over her shoulder, I gaze down at the marks on her back, instantly feeling sick and irate, all at the same time. I wish we had all night to talk and for me to hold her, but that’s not our reality.
“Lie on your stomach,” I say gruffly.
“Why?” she whispers, biting down on her bottom lip.
Lifting her up, I slowly set her down on her stomach. And hover over her. “Because you’re hurting. And I want to make it better.”
Grasping for the loose tank top, I lift it just a tad. “Can I take this off, beautiful?”
After a few seconds, she nods her head against the mattress, and I continue to pull the scrap of fabric off over her head and set it on the bed beside us. I take in the full visual of her back covered in marks caused by that fucking scum of the earth.
“Motherfucker,” I hiss, grinding my back teeth together. “He will pay for this, Dove. And when he does, you can watch.”
Leaning down, I gently press my lips to her back, dragging them from scar to scar, careful not to push down too hard. Goose bumps erupt on her skin, and I hear her suck in a shaky breath.
“Yeah?” she breathes out in an almost-husky way. “Wh-what else?” she says shyly, and I know exactly what she’s thinking.
“You drew that drawing, Briar. You must have that fantasy in that pretty brain of yours.” I kiss her back again, this time parting my lips on her lush skin.
“Yes,” she mutters. “I … think about that sometimes.”
“Think about what, sweetheart?” I murmur against her bare back, every ounce of blood in my body running to my dick, making it painfully hard.
“I think about you … inside of me.” Her voice is shaky. “And Enzo having to watch. And realizing that … I’m not his property. That I have never been his property.”
“And you never will be either.” I reach for her hair, carefully dragging my fingers through it. “One day, not far from now, he will pay for everything he’s done to you. And on that day, if you want to make that drawing in your book come true, well then, I’ll beat him within an inch of his life. Then, I’ll tie him to a chair and let him watch me shove my dick inside of you until you’re screaming my name out so loud that it bursts his eardrums. And then I’ll blow my fucking load inside of your pussy and let him watch it drip out of you and run all over his desk.”
She squirms at my words before she slowly rolls over. I don’t miss the grimace on her face when her bare back touches the comforter, but it’s hard not to gawk at her perfect teardrop tits as she stares up at me with those big blue eyes.
Her lips part slightly. “Hudson,” comes out in a strangled whisper.
She doesn’t need to say anything else; I know what she wants. The question is, can I do it? I haven’t been with anyone in six years. And I know once I take that step and fuck her … there’s no going back.
We’ve done other things, sure. But actually having my dick inside of her is a whole other level of intimacy. I want to feel her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock so bad that it actually hurts to even imagine how good it’ll feel when it happens. The woman had the shit beaten out of her a few hours ago with what appears to be a belt. I need to make her feel good. I’m terrified that I’m not ready for this. But it isn’t about me right now.
“Kiss me,” she breathes out, her eyebrows pulling together as she places her hand on my abdomen. “Please.”
“Dove,” I rasp. “I’m fucked up in the head. I can’t … I can’t give you anything after I get you free from this world. So, I’m not going to take from you now.”
“You aren’t taking. It would be giving.”
Moving on top of her slowly, I bring my lips to hers, cupping her jawline. As I angle her face upward, she meets me in the middle and presses her mouth to mine. And within seconds, we’re kissing hard, and she’s wrapping her legs around my waist, grinding herself on my body.
I pull back slightly and huff against her plump lips. “Can I take these off?” I ask, sliding my fingers in the waistband of her shorts.
