Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Chapter Eleven
Dylan
I wake up feeling like a bastard, but then I look over to Harley, who has a sleepy smile on her face, and the shame that I was too much for her fades away.
She sits up and presses her chin on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me. “Good morning, my animal.”
I kiss her hands. “Good morning, my little harlot.” With a swift motion, I pull her onto my lap. “Marry me.”
“Yes.”
“You will?”
“Yes. I’m kind of in love with you.” My dick rubs against her pussy, and I’m so hard I could nearly fuck her right now, but that would be pushing it. Then she starts grinding her little slit over my extremely hard cock.
“Be a good girl and slide on my pole.”
“Yes, Mr. Hunter.” I pop a nice spank on her ass.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Hunter?” she asks with a pretty smirk on her face while her little cunt eats up inch after inch of my length. I give her another pop on the other cheek, loving the way it jiggles under my hand. “Ooh,” she gasps.
“You’re asking for it,” I growl against her lips.
“I love you, Dylan.” She giggles. She bounces her ass on my thighs while her pussy cuffs my cock, choking it. “Oh, yes.”
“So fucking beautiful the way you ride my cock, my good girl.” I splay my hand over her back, holding her as I pump my hips, sending my dick deeper into my woman.
“So deep,” she whimpers, tossing her head back, revealing the bruising those bastards did to her. The line from where they ripped the necklace from her precious neck is still visible, and it infuriates me. I’m going to kill them all. I kiss her softly over the marks, and then I feel her pussy clench. “I’m coming. Yes, please don’t stop.” I lick the wounds while I hold on to her tightly, driving into her, letting Harley ride me.
As she comes down, I flip her onto the mattress because I’m about to lose it. I pull out and drop to my knees, licking her pussy, tasting her release, and then I get back up and slide inside her again. “You’re mine. No one else’s. Do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll kill any man that puts his hands on you.” I deliver each word with a violent thrust and watch as her eyes light up with pleasure. “I need you forever. I’m never giving you back.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” I kiss her as I unload all of my seed inside her. I don’t care that we’re not careful and she could be carrying my child. She’s mine, and I might not be a rapist, but for her, I will be a killer.
****
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Just a juice, please.”
“I need a drink,” I say, rubbing my hand down my face. It’s early as fuck, but my nerves are frayed as hell.
Boss’s phone rings on the bar top, vibrating on the wooden surface. “I guess it’s the moment of truth.”
He pulls it off the counter, swipes to answer, and then hits the speaker. “Go ahead, Doc. I’ve got you on speaker.”
“Okay. Good morning, Uncle Liam.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Boss ends the call.
Harley moves around, handing a drink to me while Boss and I sit around the bar feeling shocked. I came to find the love of my life and be whole again. I never imagined that I’d find family as well.
“I don’t know what to say to you. I can’t even begin to process this.” Boss stands and walks to the large front window of the bar. He seems frozen solid, except for the slight shake of his shoulders as he silently weeps. Fuck, I can’t fight my own tears. I stand up, walk up to him, and hug my uncle. I never had a real family and here is my uncle, a man everyone around here looks up to, and he’s already trying to get me answers in a flash.
“I’m so sorry, Dylan.”
“So am I. So am I.” We pull apart a moment later, but I have to ask, “Who is she?”
“Give me a minute. I need to make a call.” I nod.
He pulls out a burner cell phone and then dials a number.
“Hello. This is Liam Rhoades. It’s been a long time. Don’t worry about how I got this number, just know I have a question for you, and I need an honest answer because I will get it one way or another and if I go the hard way, your life will be hell.” He paces. “Did the baby really die?” He runs his fingers through his hair and snarls, “You’re a fucking cunt. I hope you know that.”
Boss ends the call and then tosses the phone into a glass of water on the bar. He walks up to me and whispers, “Veronica Blake.” I’ve met her and so has Harley.