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A strangled groan slips out as I imagine lying with this precious flower cuddled in my arms, her pert little ass tucked against my throbbing erection. What’s to stop me from slipping my hand upher smooth thigh and tearing off her panties before giving into my needs?
Fuck! How the heck do I tell this girl that I want to tear off the shirt I let her borrow and kiss every part of her body before sinking my heavy cock into her tight pussy. That I want to violate her young body and thrust into her cunt so hard, she’ll feel me for days, and that getting into bed with her will only push me closer to doing those forbidden things?
“That’s not a good idea, pixie,” I say instead, coughing to clear the gravel in my throat.
“Why not?” Her face flushes pink as she slowly looks down at the obvious bulge in my pants. “Is it because of that?”
“Mila . . .”
“I don’t mind,” she murmurs, pushing back and creating room for me on the bed. The move exposes her smooth thighs, and I itch to touch her, to caress my way up to her hips and her perfect ass. I shamelessly run my hungry eyes over her sexy tits and down the rest of her, longing to tear off her panties and finally touch her hot center. I want to shove those legs apart and bury my face between those lush thighs and inhale her scent, kissing her arousal until she’s writhing in my bed and staining my sheets with her intoxicating arousal.
I bet she tastes like peaches.
“Mila—”
“I don’t mind that you’re . . . uhm, hard. We can still share the bed, right?”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, pixie.”
“Please stay, just for a little while,” she whispers, her broken voice chipping at the last wall guarding my reserve. “I know I’m asking too much from you when you’ve done your best toaccommodate me, but every time I think of him . . . I’m scared that he’ll come for me. I keep thinking he’ll break in here and grab me when you are in another room, and then I will go back to being trapped, alone.”
My blood boils at the mention of another man, and I want to rage, demand answers from her, and seek out the monster that would scare her so badly. Is it an abusive boyfriend? A stalker that won’t take no for an answer?
Clearly she was running from someone when she bumped into me, and I want to find out who the hell that person is and end them, if only to erase the fear I read in her eyes.
For daring to touch what belongs to me!
Mila must read the murderous thoughts in my head because she reaches out and grabs my hand, sliding her smaller and much softer palm over mine. “Please, Gunner.”
Fuck!
I fight to even my breathing as I climb into bed beside her, groaning deeply when she turns around and presses against me, her soft body sending my system into overdrive. I lean down and breathe in the scent of her hair, biting back another groan when I draw in the smell of her soft but sensual shampoo. Lying in bed with her like this is a test of my control, but I can’t help myself, and she doesn’t say a word when I slide my hand over her waist and pull her back flush against me, pressing my hard cock against her ass.
“Go to sleep,” I say, struggling not to hump her sweet ass. I figure this position will have to be enough until she’s fallen asleep, and maybe then I can give into the need to jerk off. But as it turns out, I am granted no such reprieve.
Mila’s breath does not even off and she does not immediately fall asleep, which goes to prove that this is going to be the longest night of my life, cuddling a woman I cannot have because she feels forbidden to me.
“The man I am running from, his name is Dennis and he is my stepfather,” she confesses, her voice wrenching me from my lust-ridden thoughts. “He and my mom were high school sweethearts, and they reconnected a couple years ago and got married. It would’ve been a sweet story if the two didn’t constantly drink and fight.”
“Did he touch you?” I ask on a growl.
I don’t care for the decisions her mother made. They are not for me to judge, and seeing as I never really knew my former trainer’s wife, I don’t particularly care what she has done with her life either. But if she allowed her new husband to mistreat Mila in any way, then she will not be spared from my wrath.
“No, he has never touched me,” Mila whispers, pressing closer to me, and I wrap my arms tightly around her reassuringly. “At least, not the way you’re thinking. But he won’t allow me to have friends. He barely lets me out of the house. When I started college, I made a friend. Her name is Dawn, and we were close enough for me to spend a couple of nights at her place. I was happy to have a life away from home, but when Dennis found out I was avoiding home, he threatened to hurt Dawn if I ever got close to her again, so I broke the friendship to protect her.”
Christ.
“Why didn’t you leave, Mila?” I ask, confused why she stayed this long when she could have taken the money her father left her and just hightailed it out of town. She’s twenty now, old enough to live on her own.
“Where would I go?” she asks brokenly. “I have no one besides Mom. I don’t have any money because Dennis took everything I tried saving from my part-time job. I wouldn’t even be able to take classes if not for my scholarship. All I have are the clothes on my back.”
That can’t be true. “Mila, your father left you money. He mentioned to me that he had set aside a trust for you with enough in it to secure your future. What happened to that money?”
She shakes her head, feeding me a mouthful of hair as she does so. “That’s not possible. Mom never mentioned anything of the sort. Other than the insurance payout we received after the accident, there was nothing else.”
Perhaps her mother has no idea. It’s possible that Matt never told his wife about these funds, or he did and she decided to hide it from her daughter. There is no way of getting answers this late at night, but it’s something for me to look into first thing tomorrow morning.
“We’ll figure this out,” I say finally, but there’s still something lingering in my mind. It sounds like her stepfather is an overbearing asshole, but she wasn’t tempted to run before. What changed? “Something must have happened to send you running away from home, barefoot and without a jacket no less. Did something happen?”
