Page 100 of Hide From Me
“It was. I told you didn’t like the way he looked at you.”
I crossed my arms over my own naked chest and liked the way his dick twitched a bit.
“So, Caspian, any time a man looks at me wrong, they’re either going to die or get a restraining order?”
He came a little closer, leaning against the door jamb of his room.
“Yup.”
“That’s it? Yup?”
He was quiet.
“Caspian, you can’t just walk around killing everyone who I talk to.”
His eyes darkened.
“I’ve been doing it for years and you never seemed to complain.”
My jaw dropped.
“I… It wasn’t like I knew. And that’s so fucked up.”
My words said one thing and the moisture between my legs said something else.
“Rylee, I did what I needed to ensure you were protected.”
He approached me like a partner stalking his prey. I was the prey though. I held out my hand, hitting him in the chest.
“I’m not a helpless child anymore, asshole.”
He reached for my wrist.
“I am well aware, Rylee. I am very aware of how much you are not helpless.”
He took my wrist and swung me around, my bare ass against his bare and quickly hardening shaft.
I could feel every breath against my skin as he spoke.
“I have loved you in the only way I knew. I’ve craved you every day for years. What started as an innocent need to protect turned into something so much more.”
He leaned into me, forcing my chest onto the bed. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck.
“You will be pressing charges and changing your fucking job. Won’t you, Rylee? Or better yet, don’t work and let me keep you safe.”
My brain was somewhere between what I was feeling, the feather of fingers over my ass, and the words that I knew were taking away my freedom.
“I will do whatever you ask as long as you find out about my family.”
His hand stopped on my upper thigh.
“Your family? Your aunt’s dead. We’re your family now.”
I tried to shake my head in a futile effort.
“No, what that PI was saying. What was he talking about?”
I bit my lower lip at the heat of his cock sliding between my legs, teasing my slit.