Page 8 of Protector

She shoved my hands off her lap and stood up, ready to flee. “I’m not part of any deal. My father would never do that. Whatever is going on between you two has nothing to do with me.”

The backs of her feet connected with the dresser by the door as she inched away from me and she jumped, startled at the contact.

“Lose the dress and any ideas you have about running.”

“You’re a monster.”

I nodded. “Probably. Now, are you gonna lose the dress or am I ripping it off?”

Celia looked up from the floor and I could see the gears turning. She still thought she could outsmart me. “Your tattoos? Do they mean something?”

Distraction.

I cracked my neck and calmly walked over to retrieve the knife from the back pocket of my jeans. “Last chance.”

She let out a small cry of alarm when I flipped it open and began fumbling with the buttons and zippers on her dress. Once it was off, she pressed the material to her chest, like a shield.

“Celia,” I warned, and she shakily handed it over before covering herself with her hands. I folded it in across my arm, her scent flooding my nose.

Christ, she smelled good.

“Take it all off.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed before complying. Her nipples hardened immediately, and I clenched the dress in one fist and the handle of the knife in the other. Most of the club whores stuck to a steady diet of crank until their bodies were almost skeletal.

Not her.

Celia had a woman’s body with curves that were begging for my hands. When she reopened her eyes, they were filled with hate. It gave me sick satisfaction to see the spark hadn’t been extinguished.

If she was fire, then I was gasoline.

And it was going to be one hell of an explosion.

“Lay back on the bed.” When she opened her mouth to protest, I flashed the blade again. The minute her spine hit the mattress, I decided against dragging things out.

I just needed to fuck her and then I’d be in control again.

She came up off the bed and gripped my forearm when the back of my fingers brushed against her pussy. “No.”

“No?” I broke her grip and tugged her back down to the mattress by her hair before pinning her hands above her head. The position pushed her tits up toward my face and I cupped one with my free hand, running my thumb over her nipple until it hardened again.

Celia kept her head up and eyes on me, quietly watching, as I brought my mouth down over the other and sucked it in between my teeth.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, before sucking in a startled breath. She began struggling beneath me again, fighting to free her hands from my grasp.

Betrayed by her own body.

“Shh… don’t fight me, princess.” Her hips bucked beneath me as I lowered my hand and trailed my fingers roughly across her slit. “You’re wet for me.”

“Please.”

There it was again.

Keeping her pinned in place, I inserted the tip of my middle finger. Celia made a noise of protest and began fighting to get away from me.

“Hit me again and I’ll throw you out there with them. Are we clear?” I growled in her ear.

She nodded and bit down on her lip as I pushed inside of her again. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she stayed quiet and stared up at the ceiling.