Page 12 of His Witness

“Are you done, baby girl?”

“Yep!” She takes another bite of her stuffed French toast. “Hmmm. So good.”

I feel my dick jerk in my jeans and growl under my breath. I need to keep my head on the swivel and not fantasize about what it would be like if she wrapped her pretty pink lips around my cock.

Standing, I groan and throw some money on the table. “Let’s go.”

She stands up and slips her tiny hand into mine, making my head swim with desire. I run my finger up her hand and she draws in a little startled breath.

Her eyes dart up to mine and I know that I’m not going to be able to concentrate until I get her home. Get her safe.

I lead her out the door and then settle her in my SUV. I buckle her belt and those crystal blue eyes of hers stay locked on mine. “What’s wrong, Victor?”

“Nothing.” I say curtly.

Her blue eyes swim with hurt and I hate it. I can’t make myself stop right now. I’m running on some kind of primal need to get her home and get her under me.

I run around the car and start it quickly, my eyes darting around, searching for anything out of place. But I don’t see anything.

I jam my foot to the floorboard and get the hell out of here, dirt flying off my tires.

The trip that usually takes forty minutes takes me twenty. Petal hugs the door, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open.

I need that mouth. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.

We pull up outside the cabin and I almost rip the door off the handle, jogging around to the other side. I pull the door open and draw in a deep breath.

Petal looks up at me with those clear blue eyes just like a cloudless summer sky.

“What do you need, Petal?”

She licks her lips and I swear to god, I can’t do anything but watch her tongue slick across her lips and think about what she can do with that fucking tongue. I’m a sick fucking man. I want to rip into her innocence and brand her with my lust and love.

“I need you,” she whispers softly.

I lean in closer and my lips are just a breath from hers. “How do you need me?” I whisper against her lips.

“I need you to make love to me, claim me.”

“Why?” I ask her, needing that affirmation, greedy bastard that I am.

“Because I think I love you.” The way her lips pucker and her blue eyes dart around, shy and uncertain.

“That’s good. Because I love you.”

Her head lifts and her eyes burn with hunger. She’s been alone a long time. She’s taken care of herself but she’s longed for someone to call her own. I can feel it.

I am hers. She’s mine.

Right now though, I need to claim her because there’s some kind of itch driving me. Some primal need. It’s never steered me wrong before.

I hold out my hand. “Come with me, sweetheart.”

She nods her head and then her hand slips into mine and that touch right there sets off a fierce hunger for her.

I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, striding into the house and up the stairs.

Giggling when I throw her down on the bed, she sits up and I push her back down, my hand hitting her right between her tits. “Strip. Now.”

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