Shameless - Sybil Bartel Page 0,58

first then the second perimeter breach alarm going off until it was too late.

Glass shattered, wind rushed past my head, and wood splintered.

Grabbing her in my arms, I rolled.

MY ENTIRE BODY SHAKING WITH a mind-altering orgasm, I didn’t realize the window shattered until a whistling noise rushed past our heads and Shade grabbed me and threw us off the bed.

His pierced cock ripped from my body as I fell on top of him, but I didn’t even have a second to catch my breath from the shock of pain the separation caused.

He grabbed his gun off the nightstand and rolled to put me behind him as he reached over the bed and fired.

The sound of gunfire exploded around us as cold air blasted into the room and stole all the heat.

Grabbing our clothes as shots hit the wood wall behind us, Shade shoved them at me and barked out instructions. “Head down, move fast, stairs. Now.” Going to one knee he aimed and fired shots out the broken window.

I didn’t think.

Clutching the clothes, I grabbed my boots and ran in a crouch out of the bedroom.

Wood exploded next to my head as I cleared the door, but I kept going.

Panic robbing me of all sense except to flee, I was halfway down the stairs before a huge arm caught my waist and hoisted. My naked back hit his front as his wet cock pressed into my ass and he lifted me off my feet.

Taking the rest of the stairs two at a time, his gun aimed in front of us, he looked around the corner with a quick glance then retreated before taking another quick glance. Then he ran us into the room where he had all the security cameras, slammed the door shut and locked us in.

Dropping me on my feet, setting his gun on the desk, he quickly typed something on his computer and his screens started flashing images of the property immediately surrounding the cabin.

“Clothes,” he barked, not taking his eyes off the images as he messed with a cell phone on the desk.

Shaking, from fear, from cold, I dropped the pile in my arms to the ground, fished his pieces out and handed them to him.

“Get dressed,” he ordered, pulling his boxers on.

I felt it a split second before my gaze dropped. The evidence of what we’d just done ran down my leg. But it wasn’t only the huge amount of his sticky release. Blood tinged color came with it and dripped onto the floor.

Startled, horrified, embarrassed, I stood there.

Someone was shooting at us and I was standing frozen in place as my core throbbed and another drop of blood landed next to the first.

The air shifted and he let loose with an exasperated curse. “Fuck. How bad?”

Fighting tears, I glanced up at him. “What?” I was bleeding.

He didn’t look at me, he was already moving to the shelf behind him and grabbing a big black case. “How badly did I hurt you?”

“I-I’m not hurt.” Movement on the screens caught my attention but before I could look closer, he came back and blocked my view.

Dumping the case on his desk, he opened it and pulled out a square paper-wrapped package as he glanced at the screens and frowned. Ripping it apart, he yanked gauze out and wiped between my legs.

I flinched. “I got it.” Mortified, I grabbed for the dressing. “I’ll handle it.”

“Stop,” he ordered as shots sounded outside the room. “Let me look.” A door somewhere in the house banged open.

Completely forgetting about the blood, I panicked. “Oh my God, they’re coming!”

“They can’t breach this room.” He wiped again and his gaze dropped as he looked between my legs.

Doors opened and closed, and heavy boots sounded in the house. “Shade!” I whispered-yelled.

His huge hand cupped my neck and he bent to eye level. “They cannot get into this room. Steel reinforced door and walls, secure locks—it’s soundproof, fireproof and bulletproof. It’s a small fortress.”

I shook. “They’re out there.”

“Not for long,” he reassured, but the look in his eyes wasn’t warm or calming. It was lethal. “You’re safe in here.” His hand still between my legs, he wiped one more time then tossed the gauze. “But I need you to get dressed.” Glancing at the screen, he grabbed his clothes.

I followed his gaze and my knees locked with fear. Two men in white parkas with huge rifles and ski masks covering their faces moved across the computer screens as they searched the cabin right outside the