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“I am not a villain.” I bring my forehead down on hers and brush my lips side to side over her softer ones, memorizing the way her thighs turn pliant around my hips, almost against her will. “I work for a man who is a villain, though, Tatum. All right? I got in deep with him growing up. I had no family, no education. He gave me a job driving a rig, smuggling medical supplies across the Canadian border, selling them at more affordable prices in the States. I lost both of my parents to illnesses when I was real young and…listen, it might be illegal, but it’s a cause I believe in.”
She’s not breathing, just searching my eyes. At the very least, I have her attention.
Thank God.
“But this man I work for…his operation has been changing over the last few years. He started moving stolen merchandise, possibly weapons. He never asked me to do any of that. Maybe he knew I wouldn’t. I don’t know. But last week…” The rage starts to boil up inside of me. “Last week, I overheard a meeting between my boss and a man I didn’t recognize. They were talking about trafficking women. I was going to call the FBI, Tatum, but then I saw your picture. I saw it on the screen of my boss’s laptop and I knew I couldn’t leave it to chance. The FBI could take months to get evidence and arrange a sting, but I don’t have to deal with the red tape. So I convinced my boss to cut me in. He thinks I’m bringing you across the border.”
She starts to tremble. “Are you?”
“No, baby. God no.” I lean down and kiss her, initially as reassurance, but her taste is like a warm wave rushing through my head, my chest—and I can’t stop. I groan and press her mouth wide, sweeping in with my tongue and moving it in and out, in and out, deeper each time, showing her what it’s going to be like to fuck. Her taste is a mixture of cherry cola and innocence, turning my dick into a pulsing rod. “Tatum, I’m not waiting for law enforcement to stop this man. His plans have advanced too far and he’s too smart. Maybe if he hadn’t targeted you, I would let the FBI handle it. But he made a very big mistake, threatening what’s mine. Didn’t he? He’s not getting away with it.” I slant my mouth over hers and lick the whimper from her tongue. “Going to kill for you. Going to burn the whole operation the fuck down. It’s the only way I’ll ever sleep at night. I need to know they’ll never come for you, Tatum. That they’ll never even think about you again.”
When we break for air, she scans my face with a mixture of wariness and concern. “How did you get the black eye?”
“Last night, I drove down to Indiana for the comic. I found a man selling it online.” I let go of her right wrist and reach down, slowly gathering her skirt higher and higher on her thighs. “I also arranged a meeting with another driver. One of the others who has been hired to kidnap the women on the list.” Memories of bones breaking and a mouth gasping for a final breath float through my mind. “He won’t be completing the job, let’s just leave it at that.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Don’t ask me questions like that, Tatum. Not unless you want the answer.”
Her heart is fluttering beneath me. “I can feel you lifting up my skirt,” she whispers. “You villains and your sneaky tricks.”
“I’m only a villain to anyone who fucks with you.” I drop my mouth to her neck and lick a path from shoulder to ear, sinking my teeth into her sensitive skin. “I saw the picture and you became mine. Then I met you in real life and found out what the word obsession means.” Looking her in the eye, I roll my hips, grinding my cock against her little white panties, rejoicing in her stutter of breath. The way she’s beginning to pant like she’s excited despite her nerves. “I’m a good decade older than you. I’ve done bad things. Every night, when you laid your head on your pillow and started to dream, I was out committing crimes.” I hook a finger in the waistband of her underwear and start to draw them down her thighs. “I’m violent. I’m cynical. I’m mean. But you will be my fucking princess. You will be my…”
“What?” she whispers.
I leave her panties mid-thigh and stroke my fingertips up to her pussy, slipping my middle one up and down between her wet folds. “God help me, you’ll be my little girl. The only one I’ve ever wanted. The last one I’ll ever need.”
Her expression verges on confusion, but the gush of moisture onto my fingers tells me she likes what I’m saying, even if she doesn’t fully understand. Yet. “I’m not a little girl, though,” she whispers, her eyelids struggling to stay up, thighs growing restless.
“And I’m not a Daddy. But I think you want me to be yours.” Securing our mouths together, I slip my pinkie finger into her tight little hole, drawing it in and out. “I think you want to be tickled and fucked by Daddy in the back of his truck.” She clamps around my pinkie so hard, I couldn’t tug it out if I tried. “Don’t bother answering. Your pussy just did it for you.”
I’ve never been like this. Burning alive for anything or anyone.
My back and chest are prickling with hot sweat, my nuts are throbbing with the weight of my semen. I can smell the sweet flesh between her thighs and possessiveness rattles the inside of my skull. I’ve got her naked from the waist down, but I need her nude. Immediately. Taking hold of the sides of her white blouse, I rip it down the center. “I want you naked. The way you came into this world. Because you’re about to enter a whole new one, Tatum. Our world. We do what makes us hot and we don’t give a fuck about right and wrong. Answer me how you should. How it feels good.”
Her lashes flutter down, briefly hiding her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
Oh my God.
I spoke of her being reborn, but with that single word, I’ve been renewed, as well. My life has a new purpose and she’s on a mattress in the back of my truck, silver in the moonlight, her trust in me expanding by the moment. Because her instincts tell her it’s right.
Triumphant, I dive down and close my teeth around the front snap of her bra, attacking the final barrier like a rabid animal, tearing side to side until the clasp gives way and her tits come bouncing out, big and supple and creamy. Mine. “Goddamn, you’re beautiful. You’re my princess, head to toe.” I drag my mouth down the valley of her breasts, licking side to side, up and over her nipples until she’s squirming, gasping, then down, down toward that place between her legs where we both need me to be. “Yeah, head to toe, you’re a princess. But tits to pussy, Tatum, you’re going to be my tormenter, aren’t you? You’re going to make me crazy with this soft, sexy body. I’ve already ridden it a thousand times in my head and I’m about to have it for real. Finally. Right after I wet up your tight, little fuck pocket.”
Wedging my cock good and tight to her heat, I reach down and tickle her ribs.
That sweet giggle bathes my ear and I groan uncontrollably. I feel a click in my stomach, a rush down lower. My whole life, this is what I’ve needed. This girl to laugh and wiggle around beneath me. Perhaps it’s perverted, but I’ll never be able to live without it again. When I find the backs of her knees and tease them with my index fingers, that’s when she really lets loose, bucking and filling the truck cab with girlish squeals that ruin me and make me a god at the same time. “Yeah, you like that don’t you?”
More laughter. “I…I don’t know!”
“Maybe we should try tickling you with my mouth, baby,” I mutter thickly on my way down her body. She’s shoving at my shoulders because she doesn’t understand what’s coming. Or maybe she’s self-conscious, because she’s never had a man give her oral—and no other man ever fucking will. But despite her half-hearted protests, I press my mouth against her cleft and wiggle my tongue between her folds, releasing some trapped moisture and letting it coat my tongue. Getting my chin and lips as wet as possible, lubricated for her pleasure, and I use everything I’ve got, licking and nibbling and raking my mouth up and down her pulsing, swelling clit, savoring her shocked intakes of breath, the way her thighs open and close, as if she doesn’t know what to do in the face of such an overwhelming sensations. But finally, she gives into it and lets me dominate that pretty nub, groaning and stroking it with the tip of my tongue until her body starts to tremble and she’s saying words that don’t make sense.
Time to claim her.
Time to fuck.
My throat is choked with emotion as I give her perfect pussy a final lick and reach down to unzip my jeans, letting out my rigid dick. “It’s our first time,” I whisper against her gasping mouth, jacking my cock in my hand. “I’m making you mine, baby. This is the beginning of our lives together. You will never, ever get away from me as long as you live.” I bring my shaft to her opening and drag it side to side over that sweet, wet hole, teasing it into accepting me. She tries to look down at what I’m holding, but I nudge her head back with my forehead, not allowing her to see, knowing my size will only scare her. I can’t afford another delay when I’m this primed. This desperate to make her mine. “There’s going to be a little pressure, baby, but I promise you this.” I sink in the first third of my cock and watch her eyes flare with a mixture of panic and excitement. “I promise that after you bleed on it, you’re going to come on it, too. Do you believe what I’m telling you?”
Only a second ticks by before she nods. “Yes.”
