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“I know the policy,” I respond tightly.
They think I’ve taken her as collateral, but the idea of giving her back sets my teeth on edge. Good thing her father will never come up with the money. There isn’t a chance in hell I’d let her go back to that hovel.
I’m on the verge of telling Grim to stay out of my business. But then, Fawn leans back and slays me with wide, disillusioned eyes. “You have a gun,” she whispers, her gaze trailing down my arm, her bottom lip starting to tremble. “Are you a bad man, Benny?”
Swear to God, I almost toss the gun into the swamp.
This girl believes something bad about me and I’ve never experienced such self-loathing in my life. Worse, the answer to her question is yes. I am a bad man. It’s true.
Maybe this is good, though—her realizing I’m a criminal in addition to being huge and unpleasant to look at. I’ll wither and die inside when she climbs off my lap and no longer wants anything to do with me, but it’ll be the best thing for her. What is the alternative? She stays with me forever? I do everything in my power to make her happy? Nothing—nothing I do could change the fact that she’s out of my league by a million miles. More.
She’d realize it eventually. Better to have her shy away from me now, afraid of my violent profession. Afraid of me.
“Yes, Fawn,” I push through stiff lips. “I’m a bad man.”
Her eyes well with tears. “No.”
“No?”
“You don’t want to be bad,” she whispers, laying a hand on my arm, which is still pointing the gun at Grim. She lowers it. And Jesus, I let her. Can’t do anything but stare into her beautiful golden eyes and let her disarm me, figuratively and literally. “You’re good. You’re a good man like the heroes in my stories.”
Not for the first time, she is bringing up these stories and my curiosity is more than piqued. “What stories are you talking about, baby?”
“The ones I found in the wall of the basement. About four years ago.” She wets her lips, growing visibly excited by the topic. “Notebooks and notebooks. Dozens of them. Filled with romantic tales. Although, the actual romance parts are pretty short.” Pink spots appear on her cheeks. “It’s mostly the characters spending time in bed together. Or, um…other places. Showers and tables and alleyways…”
“They have…”
“Sex,” she whispers, as if reciting a sacred prayer. “It’s time for me to try it myself now. For the first time. With you. It was always supposed to be you.”
Virgin. Of course she is.
Goddamn.
The urge to claim was already at a fever pitch, now it expands, rippling my muscles.
She’s back to grinding on my cock. Vision blurring from the immense pleasure, I can’t help opening my thighs slightly wider and tilting my lower body up at an angle for her. And she moans, bucking her hips eagerly. Fuck. Fuck, I’m going to come. Her pussy is so pliant through her threadbare panties. She’s a taut furnace—and those hips. The way they snap and drag. She’s such a flexible little thing. Driving me out of my fucking mind.
I wish like hell my conscience would shut up, but her statement won’t leave me alone. The longer I let her worship me like this, the guiltier I’ll be when it’s over.
It’s time for me to try it myself now. For the first time. With you.
It was always supposed to be you.
“I’d burn cities to the ground to have you, Fawn. If I thought you could be happy with me.” My hands are too filthy to touch her perfect skin, but I cup her face anyway, needing to impress upon her what I’m saying. Needing to have more contact with her. Before I never have the chance again. “You’ve been locked up, kept away from people. You don’t realize you’ve picked the ugliest son of a bitch out there to cozy up with. But you’ll realize it soon.” I can’t swallow past the fist-sized lump in my throat. “You’ve spent too long chained up. That’s exactly what I’d have to do to keep you with me. Once you see how much better you can do. I’d have to lock you in my basement. I can’t…I won’t do that.”
Fawn searches my eyes for long moments, then smiles softly. “See? I told you. A good man.” She leans in closer, her pupils dilating, tits flattening to my chest. And then, Jesus Christ, she kisses me. Her full lips settle over mine, suctioning gently, then she offers her smooth, wet tongue into my mouth, shooting my cock to stiffer attention. I can’t even function as she explores me with little licks that turn longer, longer, more eager. How is this happening? How is this girl whimpering, her legs restless, trying to climb higher on my body, clawing at my shoulders. Wanting it. Begging to be fucked.
