stop myself from taking from her, reminding myself that she is fragile and that if I did something, I might regret it. No, I would definitely regret it.
The drive to the safe house seems to take forever, and I find myself glancing between Dove’s sleeping body and the road over and over again.
With every mile, we leave the city further and further behind. I stop once to switch cars. Luckily, I had parked the getaway car in a parking garage, so no one saw me as I dragged Dove’s unconscious body from one vehicle to the other.
Soon enough, I’m pulling into the driveway of what looks like an ordinary farmhouse. The white picket fence has seen better days, and the siding on the house needs to be power washed. The paint on the porch is chipped, and the windows look like they haven’t been cleaned in years. It looks like no one has lived here in some time, but it’s not about what you see on the outside but what lurks inside.
When I bought this place, it wasn’t because of the farmhouse, but because of what was underneath it. The house was built on top of an old 1960’s bunker. The house itself was nothing more than a cover-up. I gutted the entire place, made it bigger, and homey, knowing that someday I may have to bring Dove here. I wanted her to be happy here, on the off chance that we ever got to a place where we could be together.
Parking, I turn the car off and sit there for a long second. Normally, I can shut off my emotions and let go completely. This is different. In order to protect Dove and ensure I don’t hurt her, I can’t shut down. I have to keep myself in check.
That means I have to learn to deal with the feelings I’m having right now. Which is hard as fuck because all I want to do is strip her bare and take until there’s nothing left. All my sick and twisted dreams have come true, but only at the expense of Dove’s life.
Remember that, asshole.
I may have finally gotten her, but I’ll die before I let anyone hurt her. Things have just gotten ten times more complicated. Not only will I have to protect her from Christian, but I’ll have to protect her from myself.
I walk around the SUV to the passenger side and open the door. Taking her body into my arms, I cradle her protectively against my chest. She weighs hardly anything, and I don’t like it, not one fucking bit. I’ll need to plump her up a bit before I consider fucking her. The last thing I want is to break her. Right then, an image of my sweet little Dove broken—her beautiful face stricken with pain—fills my mind.
I can’t let that happen, ever.
The sun has just started rising, illuminating the house with an orange glow as I carry her inside. The floor creaks as I walk up the porch, unlocking the front door of the house. Gripping onto her a little tighter, I manage to punch in the code to the keypad leading downstairs. There’s a loud beep, and then the door opens.
I walk inside and close it behind me before descending the stairs. The basement is expansive, with a full-sized kitchen, master bedroom, living room, a library, a gym, and a master suite with a jetted tub and a full floor to ceiling shower. When I had this place redone, I wanted to be sure that Dove would be comfortable here, especially if we have to stay for a while, which at this time looks that way.
Heading straight to the bedroom, I deposit her gently on the silk sheets and brush a few strands of dark brown hair off her face. Angelic. Part of me feels like this is nothing but a dream, that there’s no way she’s here, and mine to do with as I please.
I let my gaze move lower and stop on the exposed skin of her abdomen where her shirt has ridden up. Smooth, creamy white flesh taunts me, and I drag two knuckles over it, reveling in the warmth and pleasure it ignites deep inside me.
I’ve wanted this forever… for as long as I can remember. I just want her. The thick rod between my legs twitches, and I nearly chuckle. He, too, has wanted this forever, and soon enough, he’ll get a taste, but for now, we’ll both have to