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I squeeze her tighter in my embrace.

“I’ll keep you safe, Isabelle,” I whisper. “I promise.”

My mind shifts to something my da had once told me.

“Frasier men never make a promise they can’t keep, Cade. You remember that, do you hear me? It’s a matter of honor.”

Throat thickening at the memory, I have to wonder if salvaging my honor is an impossible feat.

Da would have said I lost it when Vinny died.

I’m thinking it happened the morning I convinced her to return to the one place she feared the most, the place that had once been her home.

Closing my eyes, I repeat, “I’ll keep you safe, Isabelle. I promise.”

It doesn’t soothe her, but it soothes me.

The promise is struck and, like Da said, a Frasier man never makes a promise he can’t keep…

16

CADE

FOUR DAYS LATER

The TV might be on, and a home reno show might be trying to teach us how to properly caulk a bathroom, but neither Belle nor I are interested in learning that particular lesson.

Nuzzling my face into her throat, I nip the area between her neck and shoulder as I slowly finger fuck her. The butt of my hand grinds on her clit and she melts into me, arms and legs trembling as I keep edging her.

Her legs are spread thanks to how I hooked her knees over mine, and I’ve got access to all that honey between her thighs.

Slick digits sliding over her clit, I rumble in her ear, “So fucking wet for me, Belle. I bet I could just do this”—I make a come-hither motion with my fingers—“and you’d be ready for me to fuck you. Always so hungry for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”

She arches into me, her ass grinding against my dick, soft moans whispering from her lips.

With a grunt, I stop moving my fingers. “That ain’t an answer. What are you hungry for, Belle?”

Her whimper has me hiding a groan, especially when she reaches up and palms one of her tits.

Those fucking bad boys are my kryptonite. I’ve titty fucked them twice now and made her eat dinner with them drenched in my cum.

It’s worth it just to see those pretty cheeks of hers glowing red.

“Your cock.” She breathes her answer, the words dragged out by how heavily she’s panting.

“Where do you like it?” I tease, spreading my fingers wider in her channel. Her hiss lets me know how that feels and it also tells me she isn’t focusing on my questions. I tsk. “You’re not concentrating, Belle.”

I grind my hand into her clit, listening to her heavy groan.

“E-Everywhere,” she whimpers.

“But where’s best?” I taunt.

“My pussy,” she rasps as I pull back, gifting her with a soft rub of her clit with my drenched hand.

“Do you like it when I fill you up?”

Her ass shimmies against my dick. I slap her cunt with my fingers to prompt her to answer.

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