Moving her knees so I can step between them, I hold her face with my hands. “I’m going to clean every inch of you.”

  A nervous giggle pops out and she asks, “I thought I was going to wash you?”

  “We’ll fucking do both,” I growl.

  “Okay.”

  That’s all I needed to hear. I unzip my pants and shove them down, her eyes widening at the sight of my cock. Her stare makes it twitch, a shiver runs through me.

  “I-I’ve never seen…” She can't even finish her sentence because I slam my lips against hers and pull her off the counter. I make quick work of the rest of her clothes before pulling her into the stall, not giving her time to be nervous or scared. When I take my first look at her beautiful body, my breath catches in my throat. Her creamy skin is flawless, her breasts the perfect size, round with rock hard pink nipples.

  “You're perfect,” I say through clenched teeth, trying to control myself.

  Her smile is breathtaking, and it breaks my control. Shoving her against the wall, I kiss her before moving down her neck. I caress her breasts, hips, and ass before letting my fingers find her folds.

  “Porter,” she gasps, making me groan at the sound of my name coming out of her mouth.

  I play with her, making sure I pay attention to her clit, getting her ready for me. I don’t stop kissing, touching, and tasting her until she’s shaking with need for me. I’m about to lose my load right, but somehow manage to hold back.

  When I stop, her obvious disappointment makes me smile. “Let me wash you,” I tell her then grab the soap and do just that, even getting on my knees to wash her lower half. As I do, I kiss her hip, moving towards her pussy, teasing her with my proximity.

  “Please, Porter. It’s my turn,” she pouts, and even though her voice is full of passion, there’s some anxiety too.

  I stand with a huge grin and pass it to her. Her eyes lock on my rigid cock, and with shaking hands, she reaches down to touch me. I almost crumble under her touch, bracing myself on the wall and let out a painful groan. She stops, asking worriedly, “Oh no, did I hurt you?”

  I chuckle and tell her, “It hurts with my need for you. Wash me quickly before I lose all my manners,” I grit out, not knowing how much more of her torture I can take.

  She swallows and nods, finishing in a rush and we step out after rinsing off. I dry her, then practically through her on the bed, making her giggle and I take my time looking at her, so thankful she’s all mine.

  “Porter, you're making me nervous,” she whispers.

  “Don’t be.” I kneel between her legs and spread them slowly. I can tell she’s trying to be brave, and I run my hands up her legs and say, “Don’t be embarrassed.”

  “I’m trying,” she moans as my fingers trace the outline of her pussy lips. My cock is killing me, but I want to make sure she’s ready for this, for me. I throw her legs over my shoulder and drop a kiss on her inner thigh. “What are you doing?”

  “Exactly what I said I would,” I tell her with a grin. Over the last few weeks, I’ve told her what I want to do to her. All of it is new to her, a shock to her, and half of it she didn’t believe. We’ve talked at length about it, but I guess that and doing it are two different things.

  I flatten my tongue and slowly lick her pussy, my first taste of her is mind-blowing. Her hands grab my hair for dear life and I can't hold back, licking and sucking on her clit, reaching to play with her breasts. Her shyness disappears, and I’m left with a moaning and passionate Faye. I can feel how tight she is. Thank fuck it doesn't take long to bring her to the edge and she's soon shaking with need and anticipation. She explodes in my mouth and I eat her up, ready to die from the overload of pleasure she’s giving me.

  “What was that?” She asks after she recovers.

  “That,” I say, crawling and kissing my way up, “was an orgasm, one of many I’ll give you.” Pressing my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue along her lips, I ask, "You taste that?" She nods, her eyes almost closed. "That's what you and I taste like combined."

  "I love it," she moans.

  "Fuck, I do too, honey."

  I hike her leg around my hip, her wet pussy brushing against my dick, and I’m done waiting. “You're so hard.”

  “I need you, Faye,” I growl out, continuing to touch and play with her.

  “Yes.” My favorite word from her.

  I enter her gradually, her nails digging into my back. She’s so fucking tight, and I’m not even in all the way. I stop at her virgin barrier, and pull her head back by her hair. “This will hurt.”

  “But it’ll get better, the more we do it,” she adds.

  “Yeah, it will, baby,” I assure her, then give her a hard kiss and enter her in one quick motion. She screams and I kiss he nose, chin, and forehead, trying to soothe her, “Shhhh.”

  “It hurts a lot,” she whimpers. She’s so tight, and I’m not a small man, but it feels so fucking good to be inside her. I massage her breasts, nibbling her ear and neck, slowly bringing her pleasure to the forefront again. When I feel her shift under me for friction, I start to move.

  Quickening my pace, loving her nails marking my skin, she throws her head back, moaning my name, completely lost. “Fuck, Faye. I’m not going to last.”

  “More,” she pleads.

  "Look at me," I demand. I fist her hair and her beautiful green orbs lock onto my blue ones, and I feel her deep in my soul.

  I fuck her hard and deep before I unload in her, filling her as no man ever has. The barbarian in me fucking loves that she's only mine.

  When I come down from the pleasure, I notice her eyes are closed, and a soft smile is on her lips. I place a soft kiss on her lips which she sleepily returns. “That was fucking everything.”

  “Everything,” she whispers back. I start to pull out and move to the side, but she latches on and almost shouts, “Stay.”

  I chuckle, then flip us over, remaining inside her but making sure she’s on top. “I’m never leaving you.” I mean that and will do anything in my power to keep her, but she still doesn’t know about me. Will she stay when she finds out? Or will I have to make her until she realizes she loves me?

  Chapter 8

  Faye

  I wake up from a blissful sleep, cocooned in unbelievably soft blankets, and instantly know Porter isn’t beside me. I sit up and see a note on his pillow, unearthing my hands I reach for the paper and read it.

  Good morning, beautiful. I hate leaving you in our bed, but I have an urgent work matter to deal with. I won't be long.

  Yours, P

  He’s so sweet. When I look at the clock, I’m shocked to see it’s almost noon. I don’t think I’ve ever slept this late. Porter must’ve worn me out.

  I lay back down, a huge smile across my face, and remember last night. It was amazing, life-changing in fact. I gave myself to Porter and have no regrets about it. What we did felt so natural and perfect I can't imagine it ever being a sin. I feel the ache between my legs, the one he caused, and sigh in pleasure. We made love multiple times last night, and even with the soreness, I feel terrific. I don’t understand how people can walk normally when they’re able to do what we did whenever they want. I feel like he’s turned me into a lovemaking maniac, not that I think he’ll mind.

  Deciding to get up, I slowly head to the closet, slight tinges in my center hitting with each step. My whole wardrobe is on one side and Porter’s the other. We’ve been living like this for weeks, practically married minus the vows, though I feel like I could say them without hesitation. I slip on a long sleeve dress that falls to my knees and flat strappy sandals. I’ve become more comfortable with the new clothing and have found my own style.

  Once I’m in the kitchen, I stop at the table and look at all the pamphlets there. Porter and I have been talking about what I want to do. I’ve been schooled within the community my entire life, and I have so many options now, I don’t know what to choose. Porter picked up a lot of information to help decide, while stressing I didn’t have to do anything unless I wanted to. I’ve never been an idle person, and with so much currently at my fingertips, the possibilities are almost endless. I love reading and would love to learn more about the literary world, so it seems like a natural subject for me to dive into. For the first time in my life, I’m eager for what's next for me, for us. I need to tell him I’ve finally decided on a field and am so excited I can’t wait until he’s done for the day.

  I quickly check his office, then realize he must be downstairs. I practically skip to the elevator, enter the code and press the button for the basement. I’ve never been there, but assume it has much more space than upstairs. I step out when the doors open and find myself in what seems like the inside of a warehouse. Grunting and muffled voices get my attention, and though I find it odd, my curiosity gets the better of me and I walk toward it. I peek around a corner and almost scream from shock. Three men are hung from chains by their arms above their heads, and Porter is beating one, his hands are bloody, and the men are covered in it. It’s horrifying.

  “Are you ready to tell me what I need to know?” Porter’s voice is deep, a tone I’ve never heard from him, as if it’s filled with rage.

  “Fuck you,” I hear one say as he spits toward Porter who doesn’t flinch, just stares, holding out his hand toward David who places a gun in it. Without hesitation, it’s aimed at the man’s head and Porter shoots him. I smother my gasp, tears falling from my eyes as he hangs there, blood dripping from the bullet hole.

  “Do you want the same thing to happen to you? Is Leo worth it?” Porter asks, not sounding the least bit affected from killing a man. “You know my reputation, you know I don’t mess around. I’ve killed for far less, and you’re not the end of my sources. So, talk or die, it’s your choice.”

  I’m shaking as I watch helplessly as he kills him next. I yelp, unable to hold it back this time. Porter and David’s heads whip around in my direction, as do a few others who aim guns at me, and I scream in fear.

  “Put your fucking guns down!” Porter roars, making me cry harder. He’s shocked but it morphs to anger. I was so stupid to believe he’s only a businessman; they don’t deal with kidnappings.

  I have a whirlwind of feelings rushing inside me and I can barely think straight, but the need to run is strong. So, that’s what I do. I turn and flee to the elevator, hitting the button multiple times, Porter’s voice getting closer as he calls for me. Thankfully, it arrives before he comes, and I quickly enter the code and punch the main floor. I hear Porter let loose another roar as the doors close almost in his face, and collapse against the wall to cry. I’m so confused, but most of all, I’m scared.

  On the main floor, I move through the lobby and pass the security guards. They say hello, but I don’t stop until I’m outside. It's busy, and I move with the sea of people, having no idea where I'm going. I hear my name and look back to see Porter and David, frantically searching for me. I hide among the strangers because I need time to think and calm down. Seeing a coffee shop ahead, I duck inside and take a seat near the back away from the windows.

  I rest my head in my hands and take deep breaths to ease the rapid beat of my heart. My mind is full of horrible thoughts, the main being if I made a mistake thinking I could ever trust Porter.

  Chapter 9

  Porter

  I pace my office like an angry lion, pissed as hell. I can't fucking believe Faye witnessed what she did. I groan as I remember her expression and tears. She was scared. Of me. I felt fucking destroyed in that moment. When my men, not knowing it was her, automatically pulled their weapons when she made a sound, I almost killed every one of them. She should never have one pointed at her beautiful face, but she did, and she ran.

  I was so fucking mad, but mostly at myself. I should have told her everything from the start. I took advantage of her innocent nature and lack of knowledge of the world, using it as a shield to keep the truth from her. She’s been missing for fucking hours. I tried searching for her in the streets but thought it be best to be here in case she comes back. All my men are looking for her now. Over the last few weeks, we’ve gone out quite a bit and I know what places her favorites were, so I sent my men to them first. She doesn’t have a fucking thing with her, no money or ID, and though I gave her a cell phone, she never uses it. Which means I can’t track her through it. A new wave of anger, hits and I grab the lamp off my desk and throw it against the wall.

  “Boss,” David calls out.

  My head whips around and I growl, “Have you found her?”

  “No,” he says not looking happy himself. “We searched all over. I’m starting to get worried. It’s dark now and I don’t want to think about her out there alone.”

  Just the thought makes my head want to explode. “Fuck!” I shout, kicking my desk chair. I rub my hands over my face, feeling uncontrollable. “Fuck this! I’m going out there,” I bark as I push past him. “Keep looking, call me if you find her.” I shrug on my coat, put my gun in the back of my pants and head out.

  Leo could have very well scooped her up, a fact that causes my skin to itch and I break out in a cold sweat. I can’t think about that possibility, I just need to focus on finding her. She was scared, probably not thinking straight, so she couldn't have gone far. I don’t see her heading to Fort Peace. She would never do that. I’m walking past a coffee shop and stop in my tracks when I happen to glance through the window. There, in the back corner, is Faye, staring into a mug in front of her. I can’t fucking believe all this time she’s been half a block away. I’m happy she’s safe, and relief makes my body shake. Then I’m filled with anger at myself and the fact she ran, that she didn’t have enough faith in me to explain, not that I really blame her on that part. Regardless, she’s okay and I’m not letting her out of my sight again.

  With a plan in mind, I storm in like a bull in a china shop, easily making my presence known. Faye's head shoots up, a look of fear on her face that breaks my heart. I’ll deal with the fact I scare her later though. When I reach her, I pull out her chair and throw her over my shoulder.

  “Hey!” She yells in shock. “Put me down.” We’re drawing stares and gasps from the other customers, but it doesn’t faze me. I walk out and head toward our building, Faye kicking and hitting me the whole way there. When I enter the lobby, I see some of my men.

  “Call off the search,” I bark as I move to the elevator and punch in the code.

  “Let me go!” Faye’s voice shakes with fear and anger. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  “Shut up,” I snap, my own fear stealing my ability to treat her gently.

  It opens on our floor and I see David with his phone to his ear. “Oh, thank fuck,” he mutters.

  “Leave us. Call the men in and tell them to get back to work.”

  “On it,” he says before the elevator doors close on him.

  I march straight to our room and dump her on the bed then lock our door. I rest my hands on the frame and take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

  “Porter,” Faye starts to speak, still sounding scared.

  “Stop talking,” I tell her. When I hear a sob I know she’s crying.

  I turn around and notice her hair is a mess and tears are coursing down her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy like she’s been doing it for hours. She’s sitting on the end of the bed seemingly miserable. I walk toward her, and she starts to scoot backward, but my hand lands on her thigh and stops her. I get to my knees and grab her face, wiping away the tears with my thumbs. She looks scared and I fucking hate it, but she needs to understand what I'm about to say.

  “Don’t you ever fucking leave me again.” Her eyes widen in confusion at my stern tone. Giving her a hard kiss, needing to feel her lips and know she’s safe, I savor her taste before adding, “If you do, I will hunt you down. There is no place you can hide from me.”

  She sucks in a deep breath, fresh tears falling as she whimpers. “I don’t understand.”

  “Promise me.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “Promise me you won't ever leave me,” I demand, close to tears myself.

  Her sobs stop, anger taking over. “What is happening?” She yells in my face. “I don’t even know who you are. All this time…” she doesn’t finish, just shakes her head at me.

  I grip her face harder, making her look at me. “I will tell you everything you need to know.” I promise, trying to calm her. Her eyes are full of doubt and raw with emotions. I don’t let her stew long and say what I should’ve long ago, “I’m the crime king of Illinois.”

  “You’re a thug, like the men who killed my brother,” she whispers, the softness of her words hitting harder than if she’d shouted them.

  “No,” I reassure her, “I’m not. I don’t punish innocents, though I do deal with things that are illegal. But that’s not all I am, nor who I am,” I plead, getting on my knees and holding her hands. Such tiny things with a strong grip on my heart. “Honey, you know me.” I stare in her eyes, hoping she sees the truth in them.

  “You killed those men.”

  “I did,” I tell her, done lying to her. “They were bad and worked for Leo.”

  “Who is also not a businessman, I'm guessing,” she mumbles.

  “He’s an evil man who kills innocents without a second thought,” I explain. “And he’s on the hunt for you. He wants to hurt you and I won’t let that happen. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” she admits. “I’m so confused.”

  “Well, I’m not. I love you, Faye,” I whisper against her lips after kissing them. I swipe the tears off her cheeks and repeat my declaration, “I love you. I’ve known that for a long time.”

  “You’re a sinner,” she states, her eyes wide, and I feel my heart break a little inside. I know this is a lot to put on her at once, and she’ll need time to process all of it.

 

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