Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
She nods wordlessly, her bottom lip quivering.
"Did he hurt you, pretty baby?"
She shakes her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Carver," she whimpers, and I fucking break.
"Shh, little angel, I've got you." I pull her into my arms, cradling her up against my chest, my own body shaking. Her hot tears soak into my shirt, each one a testament to how close I almost came to losing everything.
I can't lose her. Christ, I can't.
"I'm s-s-sorry," she whimpers, clutching at me like I'm the only thing keeping her grounded.
"You're safe now. Daddy's here." I choke on emotion I can't keep at bay, not with her in my arms. Not with how close I almost came to losing her.
I thought hell was surviving when most of my men died overseas. I was wrong. Losing her because I wasn't careful enough with her…that's hell, a torture unlike any other. She's my fucking world, and she could have been ripped from it because I wasn't watching closely enough. Because I didn't protect her.
Never again. It'll never happen again.
"Please…don't leave me," she pleads between sobs, each sad word wrapping around my heart and squeezing tight.
"Never, Lena. I'm right here, and nobody will ever hurt you again. You're mine, little angel, all mine." My promise is a vow, pulled from the depths of my soul.
"Yours," she echoes, her breath hitching as she wraps her legs around my hips. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, the desperation in her whimpers growing louder. She's frantic, clawing at me as if trying to burrow into my very soul.
"Please, please," she whimpers. The words are barely audible, but I understand what she's asking, what she needs—escape into the game we play so fucking well, into the safety she finds in my arms. She's my little girl, scared and needing her daddy to make it all better.
And I can't deny her. Not now. Not ever.
Without hesitation, I push her up against the rough bark of a nearby tree, just feet away from the unconscious motherfucker who tried to take her from me. But he doesn't matter here. She does. My lips come down on hers in a savage kiss, stifling her cries as she melts into me with a sob of surrender.
My hands are rough, one gripping her hip, the other yanking down her shorts and panties.
She gasps into my mouth, writhing against me.
"Mine," I growl, reaching between us to free my cock. I yank her legs higher, notching myself at her entrance. My fingers slip through her folds, finding her wet and swollen, ready for me. "Mine." I plunge into her wet heat, a guttural sound ripping from my throat as I fill her up the way I know she needs right now—raw and unyielding.
"Yes! Yours!" Her body arches against mine, the sensation of her wrapped around me intoxicating. I watch her face, the way her eyes roll back, and she bites her lower lip to quiet her cries.
So goddamn perfect. So fucking mine.
I groan as she spasms around me, her pussy clenching down on my dick so tight it's as if she's trying to keep me there.
"That's it, little girl," I murmur, thrusting into her with a roughness that has her clinging to me. "Fuck Daddy back."
Her legs wrap tighter around me as I set a brutal pace, pounding into her relentlessly. She whimpers and writhes beneath me, surrendering to the pleasure I offer.
"Mine," I snarl again, each repetition like a brand on her soul. She meets my every move, shuddering under my touch, begging for more.
"More, Daddy, more," she pleads, her voice raw and broken as she looks up at me, so trusting, so innocent. She drags her fingers through my hair, pulling, scratching…fucking pleading with me to give her everything I have.
I press in deeper, driven wild by her need and the unshakable trust she has in me. My hands rake down her body, claiming every inch of her as mine as I fuck my obsession into her, marking her with it in ways that can't be undone.
I'm rough with her, wild in a way I've never been. But I can't stop. Christ, I can't stop.
"You can have everything," I groan, tilting her head back to expose the column of her throat. Her eyes flutter shut as I kiss and bite along the expanse of skin, leaving behind proof that I was there. Her breath hitches in time with each savage bite. "Every fucking piece of me, little girl."
She claws me in response, her nails raking like fire down my shoulders, leaving trails of red behind.
My gaze flickers to the motherfucker still passed out a few feet away, and darkness crowds the edges of my mind. I growl, need spiking higher—the need to protect her, to possess her, to fill her up until she's nothing but an extension of me, safe from every danger, untouchable.