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A cute blush takes over her face. "Okay" she says reluctantly, her eyes fall to her lap. Tilting her chin up and I stare deep into her eyes. “Baby girl, you’re safe. I promise.”

Her breath hitches and it takes everything in me not to slam my lips to hers. With a brief nod of her head, she slowly stands, flashing me a half smile. I watch as she walks away, the urge to follow after her threatens the little sanity I have left. So many times I’ve thought about taking her against the wall. The thought of running my fingers under that shirt she’s wearing makes my cock throb harder behind my zipper. I imagine palming those ass cheeks as I surge my throbbing cock into her tight wet pussy. My head falls back on the couch and I close my eyes. Fuck. This is testing every ounce of control that I have left. Being this close to her is going to be harder than I thought. I want her trust though. I want her to trust that I’ll protect her and take care of her. I want her to trust that I’ll love her with every breath I take.

I desperately want her to love me back.

Running my hands over my face, I force myself to get a grip. Leaning back on the couch I get comfortable on the old worn-out thing. It’s going to be a long night knowing she’s in the other room. It’s so fucking worth it though. Knowing I’m in her presence, her space, drinking in the smell of her that lingers in the air, it’s enough for now. A smile pulls at my lips that I bet looks nothing but sinister. I can’t help but feel like one smug bastard though. If my angel only knew that she actually let the monster under her bed inside…

CHAPTER NINE

HOLDEN

Aterrifiedscreammakesme jump up startled. Running to the bedroom, I fling the door open and see her still asleep but tears flow down her cheeks as she thrashes her head from side to side. She’s stuck in a nightmare and can’t get out.

You’re her nightmare.

Ignoring the thought, I climb onto the bed next to her and gently caress her cheek. “Wake up sweetheart. It’s okay.”

Startled, she sits up and like I really am her savior, she frantically climbs into my lap, wrapping her arms around me tightly making me choke back a groan.

This is all I’ve ever wanted.

Holding her close, I gather her hair behind her back. My eyes hone in on her bare neck with her shirt hanging off her shoulder. My mouth waters at the delicate sight calling out to me, beckoning me to lick the sweet spot, to bite it and mark her as mine. I lean in skimming my nose along the crease of her throat. Breathing the smell of her lavender soap on her skin mixed with her natural scent into my lungs. Giving in to temptation, I lightly trace my lips over the mouthwatering sight. Chills erupt across her skin making me smile.

She feels what’s between us.

This is where she belongs, right here in my lap. In my arms.

The need to possess her nearly overwhelms me. My hands shake as I rub her back, her thin shirt so worn and weathered that I can almost touch her bare skin through the material. My hands tremble with the need to feel her flesh against mine. No more boundaries of restrictive clothing keeping us from one another.

The feel of her finally in my arms is an intense aphrodisiac. My cock throbs beneath her, aching against the restraint of my jeans. Her shirt riding up her thighs makes me desperately want to move it higher. Her tearful sobs should make me feel bad, but if it means getting her here, finding comfort in my embrace, then fuck it all. It was all worth it. I never claimed to be a saint.

Sitting up in my lap, she stares into my chest before peering up at me through her wet eyelashes. Cupping her face with my large hands, I wipe away the tears that run down her beautiful face.

“You alright?” My voice huskier than usual.

“I’m better now.” Her lower lip quivers at the end. I run my thumb across her lips staring transfixed thinking how full and luscious they would look wrapped around my throbbing cock.

“I just wanted to find some peace and quiet out here, where I came to escape everything. Without having to fear for my life every five god damn minutes. And now…” Her voice breaks. “Now, I can’t even sleep for him taking over my dreams.” Her body trembles in my lap and her eyes fill with more tears. She’s never looked more beautiful.

Wrapping an arm around her waist and the other behind her head, I pull her to my chest and place a kiss on her forehead. “Shh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” I say slowly rocking her back and forth. Her breath catches and I hiss when the motion rocks her against my hard length hidden beneath my jeans. But we both stay frozen where we’re at, afraid to move.

Clearing my throat, “Sorry, Angel. He kind of has a mind of his own when there’s a beautiful woman sitting on my lap.” I chuckle nervously.

A huff leaves her, the whispered breath skating past my ear. “I’m not beautiful, I’m ordinary. A nobody.” She shrugs her shoulders.

Anger flares through me at whoever has made her feel this way about herself. I won’t stand for it. My hand snatches out wrapping around her throat as I clench my jaw.

“You’re anything but ordinary, Angel.” Her eyes widen in shock. Running my thumb across her pulse, she relaxes in my hold. I stare deep into her eyes, willing her to believe the words I feel deep in my soul.

“You. Are. Everything.” I growl at her. “If they can’t see how beautiful you are, inside and out, they don’t deserve to be in your fucking presence. You understand me?”

She nods her chin, the look on her face is full of awe and wonder. Her eyes drop to my lips as she runs her tongue across hers.

The electricity builds between us. She looks at me like I’m her savior. The heady feeling is overwhelming and I want to devour everything she is.

An invisible field snaps, our mouths crash together devouring each other with such a fierce intensity it could set the room on fire. She’s intoxicating, a wave of heat flows through my veins lighting up every inch of me from the inside out, turning my body into a raging inferno. I’ve waited on this moment for so long and it’s nothing like I had even hoped. It’s more. It’s all consuming.

Tongues warring together, I fist her hair tilting her head back and to the side as I consume her very breath. Her whimper has me close to coming in my pants like a teenager. Pulling back, I rest my forehead against hers.