Page 58 of Dangerously Kept


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I pull out until just the tip of my dick is inside of her. “You are the light that draws me in, Baby.” Slowly, I push back inside of her. “You are my reason for breathing. Every second of every day. I can’t concentrate on anything else with you in my life.” Out and in. “You have become my greatest weakness. I shouldn’t want you. You make me weak, Harper.” Out and in. “But I do want you. Because while you make me weak, you make me so strong, Baby. You are turning me into a man I never thought I would be. A man that smiles.” Out. “A man that cares.” In. “A man that dreams.” Out. “A man that loves.” In.

I drop my forehead to hers, blinking as a lone tear falls from my eye and lands on her freckled cheek. “Let me keep you. Forever.”

“Keep me, Baby. Forever.”

That’s all it takes for me to unleash on her everything I’ve been holding in since we brought her home. I slam in and out of her so hard she will feel me deep inside of her for days to come. She fists the back of my hair and tightens her legs around my waist, her heels digging into the small of my back. “That’s it, Baby Girl—one more. Come for me one more time. I want to feel you strangle my dick.”

I give the fistful of her hair one sharp tug, craning her neck so I can bite down on it. The second my teeth meet her skin, she falls apart beneath me. It only takes two more thrusts before I’m filling her with my cum.

Staying buried inside of her, I run my fingers through her hair while softly planting kisses all over her damp face.

Once our breathing is under control, I prop myself up on my hands to get a good look at her. “You have never looked more beautiful.”

After everything I’ve done to her the past hour, now she blushes.

“You okay?”

“Okay, doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

As if perfectly on cue, Harper lets out the most aggressive yawn I’ve ever seen.

Coming fifteen times in an hour will do that to you.

I gently pull out of her and look between her legs. If she wasn’t so completely spent, the sight of my cum spilling out of her would be enough to get me to go again. “Stay right there.”

She raises her arm and gives me a weak thumbs up. I chuckle as I go into the bathroom and run her a bath. Once I have everything set up, I head back into the room and scoop her into my arms from her spot on the bed.

Once I set her in the tub, I throw her hair into a clip and climb in behind her. With how sweaty her hair was, I’m sure it could stand to be washed, but there is no way she has enough energy to take care of her curls after a wash right now. That can be tomorrow’s chore.

I move through the motions of lathering the loofa and scrubbing her body, and I can feel her relax against me. Before I know it, her head is resting against my chest, and soft snores are spilling from her lips. I kiss her forehead softly and wrap my arms around her, relaxing in the afterglow of what we just did.

My perfect, perfect girl.

When the water gets cold, I gently get us both out of the tub and manage to wake Harper enough to let me brush her teeth.

I set Harper on the chaise and quickly replace the sheets. Once I have all the bedding back in place, I tuck a sleeping Harper into bed and crawl in behind her, both of us still blissfully naked.

She pushes her body as tight against mine as she can manage as I wrap my arms around her. Her sleepy voice mumbles, “Sweet dreams, Ronan.”

“Only of you, Baby.”

I listen to her soft snores and the busy city below as I quickly drift off into my deepest sleep in weeks.

30

Mac

My phone vibrates in its spot on the center console. Stopping at a red light, I pick it up to see a text from Ronan in our group chat.

Ronan: Mac, are you on your way back yet?

I had to run across town to deal with some issues. Word got out that one of our dealers decided it would be a good idea to take some product off the top and sell it to someone else for double the price and pocket the difference, all while claiming the product was his own. We pay our dealers more than enough. Beyond being a greedy fucking asshole, there’s no reason this guy would have needed to sidestep us.

In all honesty, the amount of product we lost wasn’t shit in the grand scheme of things, but that’s beside the point. We can’t have people thinking something like this is okay. It makes it look like we don’t pay attention to what’s happening right under our noses. It promotes disobedience. More than any of that, it makes us look like fools. And that can’t happen.

So, with that being said, Ronan sent me to deal with the little weasel. He’s now missing a couple of fingers, but I think I got my message across. And if I didn’t, well, he won’t make it past Friday when I have someone check on him again.

Me: Yeah. On my way back. Think the message was received.

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