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“Fine, but nobody touches him until I get there,” I demand.
“Sure, boss.”
Removing the knife, I’m pleased to see the tiny speckles of blood on it, before I hand it over to Paul. One of the other guys comes up behind the fucker and cuffs his hands along his back.
Stepping aside, I wait until they’re all out of the building before I make my way across to Emily, who is still up against the back wall. Jasper keeps one eye on me. I wouldn’t put it past him to kick me in the back.
Emily doesn’t move. Her body is still—apart from the slight tremble I can see. As soon as I get close enough to her, my hand wraps around her throat and my mouth slams down on hers.
Her lips part a little and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside, swiping and swirling it all around her mouth. She’s rigid for a minute. I don’t give up on my assault of her mouth. She tastes fucking delicious, and it just now occurs to me that this is the first time I’ve actually kissed her since she’s returned.
Why the fuck haven’t we been joined at the lips for the past two days? Because I’m a fucking idiot. This right here, this is my heaven. Pressing into her more, while my hand tightens a little around her throat, I groan as I devour her. She’s giving back too. Her hands no longer attempt to push me away—no, those tiny hands are pulling me closer.
I trail my fingertips down her body. Picking her up, I wait as she wraps her legs around my waist. I need to get out of here before Jasper decides he wants to keep her.
Spinning on my heel, I’m met with Jasper’s glare. The horse obviously doesn’t like me as much as he likes her. Then again, who would?
Walking down the stalls, I find an empty one that looks like it hasn’t been occupied for a while. I slam her against the wall, probably a little too roughly. But fuck, I’m losing my goddamn mind here.
Her little moans tell me she doesn’t mind, her centre grinding up and down on my rock-hard cock. Clothes, why are we still wearing clothes? Unwrapping her legs from my waist, I hold her until her feet are steady. As I break away from her mouth, her eyes open, her gaze searing right through my soul.
“Do you trust me, Emmy?” I ask. I need her to say yes. I need her to trust me for what I’m about to do to her.
“Yes,” she whispers out softly.
That one yes is everything to me. “Good, because you’re going to really need to hold on to that trust right now.”
