Page 57 of The Man Upstairs

“Yes, I’d have done it. I’d have happily broken his limbs one by one and ploughed a knife through his ribs. I still would if he dared to threaten you again.”

If he dared to threaten me again…

My hero stepped up closer.

“You’re safe now, Rosie. Scottie won’t be coming back. Not if he’s got even the slightest excuse for a brain.”

But I didn’t care about Scottie anymore, I didn’t want to hear the sound of his name, because there was only one thing on this whole fucking earth I wanted to do.

I threw myself into Julian’s arms with such force that I knocked him backwards. I was as desperate as it’s possible to be as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist, needing him more than life itself. I took hold of his shoulders, squeezing tight before I kissed him.

My lips met his like magic.

His body worked on instinct to support mine, and we were lost.

Consumed. Done for.

I kissed my saviour, and my saviour held me tight and kissed me right back.

Chapter Fourteen

Julian

I was done for.Insane. There was nothing but her body and mine. The passion in her mouth, and the want in her eyes, and her frantic grip on my shoulders.

I fell onto the sofa with Rosie’s tiny body underneath me, both of us with desperate hands. Her fingers weren’t nervous this time as they reached for my tie, her mouth still on mine as she tugged it free. I hitched up her skirt, and she was bucking, craving, needing. I didn’t hold her back as she pushed me away far enough to undo my shirt. I shrugged it off and she ran her fingers down my chest, fascinated as her eyes roved over me. I was fierce in return, tugging her top off and over her head.

There were her pretty little tits again, her nipples poking through the lace of her bra. She gasped as I gripped her, squeezing before flicking my thumb.

She must have been worried that my rational senses would return, because she whispered a delicateplease, but she didn’t need to. I was far too consumed for that.

I shunted her up, so she was backed against the arm of the chesterfield, unclipping her bra to set her free – and she didn’t hide from me, presenting her tits with a newly found confidence. She was as tangled up by the powers of lust as I was.

I lapped at her tits, sucked at her nipples, tickling my fingers up her thigh until they reached her panties. They were already sopping wet as I pulled them to the side, and she shifted her legs, moaning as I found her clit.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me. I want to be the girl in the photos!”

But I didn’t want her to be like any of the girls I’d fucked before. She was a perfect canvas of innocence, too pure to taint.

“Please!” she said, but I soothed her with a gentleshhh, still playing her clit, ever so gently.

“I’m not rushing this, sweetheart. Not for anything.”

She closed her eyes and wriggled as I stripped her bare. I moaned at the sight of her, possessed by a new kind of lust. There was more to this than pure filth. It was an insane mix of contradictory needs. There were a whole host of characters I wanted to be at once. The chivalrous knight, worshipping the princess. The protective guardian, wanting to defend her at all costs. The filthy deviant that wanted to sully the innocent virgin. They all merged into one. An incredible epiphany of something greater. A devotion to this little goddess that set off a white light behind my eyes.

My cock was so hard it was hurting, my whole body thumping with the base need for sex, but I didn’t let it take over. I stroked the hair from her face.

“You deserve every single pleasure I can give you.”

“And I want to give you everything right back.”

It was a beautiful statement, it made me smile.

“I am very honoured.”

She shook her head. “I’mthe one who’s honoured.You’rethe one who threatened a guy’s life to save me.”

“I’dtakehis life to save you.”