Page 103 of A New Days Don

“It looks like she has already been purchased. I will do what I can, but we need to get her to a safe house.”

“Get Caleb on it. I don’t care if she goes by force. Nobody touches her. As for the person who purchased her, I want him slaughtered.”

My sleep was restless. When I wasn’t attempting to sleep, I was watching Mila. Having her naked in my bed is enough to keep me up with wild thoughts, but having her injured and a city that is currently after her makes sleep impossible.

The sun has been up for hours now, my phone vibrating as Ren tries to organize the raid on Mitch, but I don’t move. Mila is currently using me as her pillow, and unless the threat comes knocking on our door, I refuse to move.

She slowly wakes with her hands playing with my chest hair. Pale fingers caressing the dark hairs and tattooed skin. The moment is innocent, a bit of reprieve from the horrors that await us, a reminder that we are almost to the end of this. Once we kill Mitch and Mila can rest knowing her rapist is being tortured in Hell, Mila will be safe.

“Good morning,” I rasp, my voice gravelly from the lack of sleep.

“Good morning,” Mila whispers shyly, her cheeks blooming with sweet blush.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like I was shot yesterday,” she jokes, and I chuckle, before rolling her onto her back and slotting myself between her thighs.

“Good… But I meant, how are you feeling about last night?” I whisper. She tries to hide her face, but I take her wrists in mine and hold them above her head, “Going to make me tie you up again?”

Her pupils dilate with desire, and my cock stands at attention with the way she devours me with her eyes.

“I’m feeling good about it.” She murmurs softly, eying my lips like she’s ready for round two.

I draw my hand down her bare chest, my hand cupping her still swollen pussy. She hisses and bites her lip bashfully, “I guess I’m a little sore.”

I groan when I feel her arousal pool anyway, despite the pain, but I won’t fuck her until she’s feeling better. I slowly drag my middle finger up her slit until I find the little bead swelling at the top. Her teeth press harder into her bottom lip in an attempt to hold her moan back.

I growl, pulling her lip out with my other hand, “Don’t hide your pleasure from me.”

The sound she was holding back breaks free as I teasingly play with soft circles. “That’s it.”

As much as I want to penetrate her with my finger, I don’t. I keep my hand on her clit, giving it all the attention while I pepper her neck and chest with kisses. Her nipples become taut as my teeth graze the sensitive flesh, making me nip at them to hear her lustful yelp.

Mila’s attention stays on me, not once do her eyes go blank. Instead, they darken with unadulterated desire. As if she is realizing the same thing I am as she nears her orgasm, tears pool, and she pulls my lips to hers, kissing me with more fervour and passion than I have ever felt in my life. I nip on her lower lip, hard enough to elicit a mewl of pleasurable pain but not so hard that I draw blood.

Mila’s back arches as she cums. Each wave makes her body tense, and her nails pierce into my skin. I hold her hips down, forcing her to take what I give her and ride out the ecstasy.

When Mila comes back down, her eyes are hooded, and her smile is a little drunk.

“Good fucking girl,” I slam my lips back on hers, groaning in relief. Mila is far too addictive for her own good.

When I pull away, her whine makes me chuckle. She’s as fucking needy and desperate as I am.

Pressing my fingers into my mouth, her taste explodes in the perfect mix of sweet and salty. I may not have been inside her, but she’s always so cummy. Mila’s eyes track me as I groan to her taste, ensuring she knows how much I love it.

Scooping her up into my arms, her naked body presses against mine while my cock reaches up toward her, seeking out her warmth, but my girl needs a break, and we have to take care of business before we can return to bed.

“Mas,” she murmurs so softly it makes my insides swoop.

“Yes, angelo mio.” I caress her hair, detangling the knotted mess from my piss poor attempt at washing it.

Note to self: Google how to take care of long hair.

“I…” Mila pauses, her cerulean eyes giving away the turbulent tide of feelings washing over her. Just like last night, after we came together, I rolled over, with her on my chest.

“You can tell me anything,” I reaffirm, and she swallows thickly. My phone rings, so I quickly silence it, not wanting whatever Mila is about to say to fade into the moment.

“I–”