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Nova

“Doug, I’m not going out with you.”

What the fuck is wrong with the men in this bar? Is there some kind of bartender kink I don’t know about? I’ve never been hit on so much in my life. I’m sure it’s the alcohol, but damn, it’s getting ridiculous.

“Oh, come on. I’ll show you a good time.”

“Back off, Doug. She’s not available.” Lacey chimes in. “I’m serious.” Her eyes dart to the empty table in the back corner, but he’s too drunk to get her meaning.

Colt hasn’t come by tonight. He texted me earlier, letting me know he’s tied up with business and he’d get here as soon as he can.

“I’m not talking to you Lacey. Mind your own fucking business.” Doug snaps and it pisses me off.

“You need to leave. We’re not dealing with your drunk ass tonight.” I snarl, not in the mood for this shit.

He stares at me for a few moments, and I quirk an eyebrow. “Fuck both of you.” He staggers off the stool, slamming a few bills on the bar.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to Lacey. “He’s so fucking irritating.”

“They all are.” She quips before grabbing her tray, heading to check on her tables.

I wipe down the bar and wash the glasses. The rest of the night is uneventful, and I have everything done by the time we close. I check my phone, but there’s still nothing from Colt, so I grab my shit and head towards the door.

“Wait!” Lacey shouts and I spin around. She grabs her purse from behind the bar. “You aren’t going out there by yourself, bitch.”

I roll my eyes for the millionth time tonight and grin. “Okay, mom.”

She skips towards me, linking her arm with mine. “Let’s roll.”

We head outside, the cool air refreshing after being trapped in the bar all night.

“Enjoy your off day tomorrow!” She says as she gets in her car.

We always park next to each other, so she rolls down her passenger window as I get settled in my own car, locking the doors out of habit. Rolling down the window, I flip her off. “Later, bitch.”

She returns the gesture, putting her car in reverse, backing out of her spot.

Rolling up the window, I grab my phone, texting Colt. I’m getting worried I haven’t heard from him.

A knock on my window startles me and when I look up from my phone, Doug is standing there. I crack the window about an inch. “What do you want?”

His fingers grip the top of the glass, pushing it down into the door. I scream and curse as he reaches for the handle, jerking it open. Gripping my bicep, he snatches me from the driver’s seat, pushing me against the side of the car. I latch onto his shoulders for balance, kneeing him in the balls. He stumbles back, cupping himself and groaning in pain.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” I yell.

A shadow approaches from the side and panic sets in, but as the figure moves closer, I catch a glimpse of Colt’s face.

He’s pissed.

Where the fuck did he come from?

With each step he takes, he rolls up his sleeves one at a time, readying himself for a fight. His expression darkens the closer he gets, his eyes almost black by the time he reaches us.

He’s absolutely terrifying.

And he’s mine.

He doesn’t so much as look at me before he grabs the front of Doug’s shirt, jerking him off the ground. “You dare touch what’s mine, motherfucker?”

Doug tries to talk, but either the pain in his balls or Colt himself keeps him from speaking clearly. “S-she’s just a bar whore, man. No need to f-fight over her.” He stutters.

Other people would miss it, but I catch the moment Colt’s body goes completely rigid.

Oh shit.

In the blink of an eye, he punches Doug in the face, the sound of bones crunching making me cringe. Colt releases him as he falls to the ground, but he doesn’t stop there. He straddles his waist, pummeling his face over and over until there’s nothing left but a bloody, broken mess. At this point, it’s hard to tell if he’s still breathing, or if his body is jolting from the force of Colt’s blows.

“Colt.” I whisper yell.

He doesn’t acknowledge me, lost in a murderous haze. This isn’t the quiet boy I met in the foster home a few years ago. The man in front of me is a ruthless killer and while I’m not put off by the violence, I don’t want him to get caught.

“Devil!” I shout and he stops immediately. He rises from the ground, panting with exhaustion.

He slowly turns around, his eyes clouded with bloodlust. His face and chest are covered in blood, his knuckles busted open and bleeding. His gaze finally finds me and the thread between us snaps. He lunges for me, pushing me against the car, crushing his mouth to mine. His kiss is violent, his lips attacking me with the aftershocks of his power and brutality from moments ago.

I surrender immediately, letting him use me for whatever he needs. His hands slide over my ass and down my thighs. He lifts me against the car, and I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my nails into his biceps.

He groans against my lips. “Show me where the camera monitor is.”

Trying to catch my breath, I nod. “It’s in Jared’s office.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “Show me, baby.”

Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I slowly slide down his body until my feet touch the ground. He grips my hand as we cross the parking lot, and I unlock the door. We slip inside the bar, and I lead him to my boss’s office.

He pulls out his phone, pecking at the screen quickly before sliding it back into his pocket. “Max will come and get the body.”

I nod slowly, dumbstruck he has someone to clean up the trail of bodies he leaves behind.

He walks around the desk, sitting in Jared’s chair. I watch closely as he pecks away at the keyboard, glancing up at me every few seconds, his lingering temper still evident on his face. My blood heats, my thighs clenching at the thought of him taking out his rage on my pussy.

Once he’s finished, he stands quickly, striding towards me with purpose. He grips my hand, pulling me down the hallway, back into the bar. He lifts me in his arms, taking me to his usual table in the back corner. The room is dim, but this close, I see the untamed lust in his eyes. He doesn’t speak a word as he sits me on the tabletop, unbuttoning my jeans. The sound of the zipper is loud in the quiet room, and I lift my hips as he pulls them down my legs along with my panties.

His bloody hands slide up my thighs and I have a fleeting thought about it not being sanitary. It’s soon forgotten as he slides his fingers through my soaked center. My head falls back on a moan, but my eyes snap open at the crack of his palm against my pussy.

“Eyes on me.” He growls and my poor cunt throbs, desperate for his cock.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside me, the burning stretch almost too much to bear.

Fuck.

“More.” I whimper and his feral grin is fucking terrifying. My pussy gushes at the sight.

He places his hand on my chest, pushing me down flat on the table. The sound of his belt buckle sends my pulse skyrocketing. He pushes his pants and underwear down to his knees, before gripping my hips, impaling me on his huge cock.

I cry out, the pain of being stretched bringing me to a new height of pleasure. It’s hard and fast. He’s on edge and he needs an outlet. I’ll be that for him. Always.

He slams into me like I’m some glory hole with no feeling, the table scraping along the floor with every thrust. He brings his thumb to my clit, circling it with the same speed he’s fucking me.

The table stops moving as it hits the wall and my hands fly up to brace myself against it. My pussy clenches around his cock and I explode around him, screaming his name. He soon follows, roaring his release, his grip on me tighter than before. We move against each other slowly, and he bends down, pulling me into his chest while still buried inside me.

“Did I hurt you?”

I blink. “Absolutely not.”

He sighs. “I was rough.”

Licking the seam of his lips, I smile. “Just the way I like you.”

We both wince as he pulls out, tucking himself back in his pants. He helps me off the table, redressing my lower half.

“Busy night?” I ask, curious as to why I never heard from him.

Running his hand through his hair, he sighs. “I’m sorry, baby. Things have been fucked up at work and I’m trying to keep a tight rope on everything.”

“You know you can talk to me about your job, right? I won’t judge you. You don’t have to carry the burden all by yourself anymore.”

He grins, like the weight of the world has lifted from his shoulders. “You offering is enough, little demon.”

He’s never had anyone to share his thoughts with. I want to be that person for him. “I’m serious, Colt. I can handle your lifestyle. Let me be here for you.”

He grips me by the back of the neck, crushing his lips to mine. Every time our mouths collide, it’s like an explosion of my soul, only to be pieced back together by the devil.

“My largest gun shipment was stolen and two of my guys were killed.” He says softly and I gasp. “I was tied up all night because we finally found a lead.”

“I’m sorry about your guys.” I whisper.

“The hardest part was telling their families. They’re familiar with the life, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Their funerals are tomorrow and it’s going to be hard.”

His eyes become distant and there’s no way I’ll let him face this alone. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be right beside you.”

He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “You want to go?”

Kissing him softly, I nod. “It’s you and me now, Devil. I go where you go.”

He crushes me to his body, holding me tightly. “I always want you by my side.”

“That’s where I belong.”

He pulls away, his brows creasing with concern. “We have unsavory allies, Nova. You’ll see some of them tomorrow. Stay by me at all times.”

“I will. I know you’ll protect me.”