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)
I pin her harder against the tree, my hand around her throat. She bounces on my cock, her voice breaking with every deep thrust as I fuck my way into her soul, claiming it.
"Say it again," I demand. Sweat drips from my brow onto her flushed cheeks, mixing with the tears still streaking down her face. Only, she isn't crying in fear now. This is ecstasy. This is surrender. "Tell me who you belong to."
"I'm yours, Daddy," she cries out.
Yeah, she is. In every goddamn way possible, she's mine. And I'm hers, irrevocably, unalterably. In this life and whatever comes next.
"I belong to you too, little girl," I whisper. "All the way to my soul."
Her walls clench around me in a way that has me teetering on the edge of oblivion. She cries out, convulsing as the waves of her orgasm crash over her. Her nails dig into my back as if she's trying to ground herself as pleasure wracks her body.
"Mine," I repeat one more time as the hot clench of her cunt sends me spiraling over the edge. I hold her down on top of me, groaning against her throat as I release myself deep within her womb. "All… fucking… mine."
She whimpers and then goes limp in my arms. For long moments as our breathing slows, we stay just like that. And then reality slowly begins to trickle back in.
Jesus Christ.
I just fucked her against a tree with an unconscious man feet away. Blood still trickles down my arms from her claw marks. And she's covered in my bite marks.
My chest tightens with anxiety.
"Talk to me, little angel," I plead softly, afraid I've taken too much, pushed too far. I'm supposed to be taking care of her, not scarring her for life.
"I'm okay," she sniffles, her voice small, lost. "I didn't mean to… I just wanted to get your axe before it got dark. I'm sorry." Her apology cuts deeper than any blade ever could.
"Look at me," I coax, lifting her chin so those green eyes meet mine. "You didn't do anything wrong, pretty baby. Do you understand me?" I press a kiss to her forehead, offering her the comfort she craves, the protection she deserves. "You have every right to be out here. He had no right to approach you or try to touch you."
"You had to hit him," she says, her eyes drifting from mine.
"Did it scare you?"
She shakes her head. "It made me sad for you."
I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. "I will always protect you, Lena. You think it's a hardship to be responsible for you? It's not. Being your daddy is an honor, little girl."
"Okay," she whispers, her trust in me unwavering despite what just happened.
But when she falls silent again, I can't shake the fear gnawing at me. She's everything to me. I have to be more careful with her because losing her isn't an option, not to my darkness, not to inattention and carelessness, not because I didn't protect her well enough, not for any reason. Not now, not ever.
"Come on, pretty baby," I murmur, scooping her up into my arms to carry her back to the cabin. She curls into me, her face pressed to my throat, her arms around my neck.
I stop long enough to grab her phone and the axe but leave the prick in the dirt where he fell, stepping over his unconscious body. I'll call the Sheriff to haul him out of here.
"Carver?" Her voice is thick against my skin, a sleepy murmur tugging at my heart.
"Yeah, little angel?"
"Thank you for coming for me," she whispers, nestling closer.
I brush my lips against her temple. "Daddy's got you, little girl. Always."
She sighs softly, her body molding to mine as she drifts off in my arms. I feel her heart beating against my side, hear the soft stirring of her breath against my ear. But not even that erases the echo of her scream from my mind.
It's going to be a long fucking time before I forget the sound of that scream.
When we reach the cabin, she stirs in my arms, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. "Stay with me," she mumbles.
"Always, pretty baby. Always." It's a promise carved deep into my soul; one I'll keep until my last breath. I'm not going anywhere.
Chapter Seven
Lena
"Carver?" I reach out for him as early morning light spills across my face, my entire body still humming from the way he claimed me last night. Every inch of me feels sore and used in the best way possible. But I don't find his big body nestled against mine, his broad chest rising and falling steadily. Instead, I find cool sheets.
I blink my eyes open, confirming that he's no longer in the bed.
"Carver?" I call and then pause to listen for his response, but the cabin is too still, too quiet. He's already up and about for the day.