Page 51 of Ruthless Obsession

“Thanks, brothers.”

“It’s no problem,” Vanish adds.

Once through the gate, I park my bike in the garage. The garage door descends as I step into the mud room. I kick off my boots and walk through the house just to be sure every room is secure.

Eating her pussy had been on my mind as I left the house earlier. She tastes so fucking sweet. Right for me. I didn’t expect her to drop to her knees and suck my dick. The way she catered to me blew my mind and pissed me off at the same time. That asshole Toby taught her how to suck dick like a pro. Of course hedid. He had to benefit before he sold her into the grimy world of sex trafficking. She’s all mine now.

I wince as I climb the stairs. After checking each room, I open my bedroom door. Sophie sits in the center of the bed with the blanket wrapped around her torso. She couldn’t have been in here long. She turns her attention from the TV and climbs out of bed. Her hands roam over the bullet-proof vest checking it for damage.

Her eyes meet mine as her fingers stop on the damaged cut on the right chest area.

“As you can see, he’s a dangerous man if his men keep putting bullets in you,” she cries.

I pull her close. “Calm down, Sophie.”

Her brown eyes dart up meeting mine. “You smell like gasoline.”

I tug the hem of my shirt she’s wearing. Loving that she’s dressed in my shirt. “I’m hopping in the shower.”

“There’s dinner in the fridge. If you want it.”

I kiss her lips. “I love your food. Of course I want it.”

“You told me I don’t have to cook for you.”

“And you keep making enough to feed us both,” I reply.

She giggles and turns on her heels. The shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of her bare ass. She wants me to eat her pussy again. My cock hardens in my jeans at the sight. Fuck, Sophie’s driving me crazy.

After my shower I walk into the bedroom, with a towel resting on my hips. Water cascades down my muscled body.

“You and I have business to discuss,” I say before walking out the bedroom.

Worry hangs on her beautiful features.

“Don’t look stressed. I’ll protect you.”

She’s on my heels of course.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

I grab the container out the fridge and pop it in the microwave.

“I told your ex-boyfriend you’re with me now.”

She visibly swallows. “You saw him?”

“No. I spoke to the surveillance camera before the place went up in flames. Psycho made sure he got the message.”

I grabbed a fork out of the drawer and dug into the white rice, green beans, and pork chops.

“You and I are going to a little party Psycho found out about. It’s at club Crush in Hyde Park.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there several times. You sure we’ll be safe?”

“Sweetheart, me and my brothers will make sure he doesn’t lay a hand on you.”

“Ok,” she says like she’s pondering on my words.