“How dare you? Where is my daughter? Who the hell are you?” Father blusters.
“Remy King.” I widen my eyes. “Do not doubt my words. She is under my protection now, and I have plenty of ways to hide a body.” I blink, and I lower my hand.
“Are you threatening me?”
“Yes. Would you like me to spell my name?” Remy asks, and I blink.
“Do you know who I am?” Father thunders.
“The question you should be asking is, do you know who I am? I won’t hesitate to eliminate any threat to Haven. I would enjoy having the blood of a man who abuses his daughter on my hands.” I lick my lips. My civilized mate has officially lost his shit.
“You’re an animal,” Father spits.
“You have no idea,” Remy laughs. “Try me. I’ll show you the beast I can become.” He hangs up the phone and throws it on the bed.
“You told him your name,” I whisper.
“Let him come,” he snarls, and I stare at him.
I wished my brother had been my protector, but he wanted to be like Father. He looked the other way when I got hit. I couldn’t count on anyone to keep me safe.
Remy did it with one phone conversation.
I push to my feet, bounce off the bed, and wrap my body around his. He catches me easily, tipping his head back, and Ikiss him. This time I’m the aggressor. I swirl my tongue with his and thread my fingers through his hair. His hands palm my ass and pull me closer. I’m not surprised by the way Father talked to me, and most of the time, I shove my emotions away. Seeing the shock and anger Remy felt made it worse. I realized how not normal it is. I’ve tried to become immune, and most of the time it worked. My mate defending me caused my heart to fall.
Remy moves to the bed, wrapping one of his arms low on my back, and drops us onto the mattress. He presses between my thighs, and I slide my foot around his calf. He grabs my hand from his hair, threads his fingers with mine, and slams our joined hands above my head. The roles change quickly. He demands it without saying a word. He leans to the side slightly and glides his palm under my loose shirt. My pajamas are a blue silky tank top and shorts set, and leave little covered. I shiver as he caresses my skin, moving toward my breast. He eases back, biting my bottom lip, and I groan.
“Please.” I rub against him.
“Please what?” he hums.
“You know what,” I breathe.
“I’m not sure I do,” he says, looking at his hand. He circles my nipple, and I tremble. “I think you need to ask.” He meets my eyes, grinning. “Ask me nicely.”
Fuck. He’s so hot.
“Remy—” We both turn to look at my phone when it rings. “Rylee.” I look at him. “I’ll call her back.” I lift my hips, and he looks down.
“I know what your body wants,” he hums, meeting my gaze. “But I want the words.” I open my mouth, and his phone rings. “Shit.”
“Ignore it,” I plead. He lowers his head, his lips an inch away from mine.
“Ask me,” he demands again. He closes his eyes as my phone rings again.
“Damn,” I growl, and he moves away. “I love her, but I’m going to kill her.” I pick up my phone, glaring at her name.
“She's worried,” he grumbles, backing off the bed. “Talk to her. I have to take this.” He leans down and kisses me. “I’ll be outside,” he mumbles as he adjusts himself.
I watch him longingly as he disappears out the door. So close, yet so far. Looking back at my phone, I double-check the name I click on.
“You have horrible timing,” I groan.
“Why? I thought I was rescuing you from your father,” she says.
“It was horrible and wonderful at the same time.” I pinch the front of my shirt and move the fabric rapidly. “My father was a dick, as usual, but Remy was protective, growly, and told him off. Now I’m sitting here all hot and smushy.”
She laughs. “Smushy?”
