Page 41 of Hide From Me

“I prefer to call it watching out for my investment.”

She was finally standing on those sexy as fuck heels and trying to pull her bra up. It was a strapless thing, and it looked like it was struggling to hold up the weight of her perfect tits. When she went for the dress, I reached forward and caught her hand.

“Put the fucking jacket on. Your ass will be covered whether I carry you out or you walk out.”

She stood there staring me down.

“Rylee, I don’t have any issues throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you, and if that’s the case, your ass will be covered by my hand. I’m fine with this option. No one is going to look at you. That dress?”

I looked at it, and before she could blink, I grabbed out my switchblade and cut the fucking thing.

“My jacket will be longer on you than that fucking thing. Now put it on.”

Fuck if she didn’t look like a fucking wet dream there nearly naked with a just-fucked flush on her cheeks and her body.

She finally grabbed the leather jacket and eyed it.

“It has your gang shit all over it.”

It had our symbol, and it was just large enough to say fuck off to everyone who would mess with me. The cops usually stood clear of anyone with the Spectors’ hourglass. And right now? It would mark Rylee as our property.

“Put it on, Rylee.”

She popped her hip, and with no fucking panties on, it didn’t make her look serious. It made the glistening between her legs more noticeable and had my cock hardening at the memory of just how she got that way.

She dropped the jacket, and I reached for her arm, pulling her around, her ass against my crotch as I held her against me, unable to shake free even if she tried.

“You never knew what was good for you, did you? All those guys you tried to date? How many had to die before you realized I would never let anyone touch you? You have one more chance to wear my jacket of your own choice.”

She squirmed, and my cock thought this was play time. Fucking hell.

“You killed them?”

She breathed out, and oddly enough, she seemed far calmer than I would have expected.

“Most of them. A few took a bribe to leave you the fuck alone. Sometimes, getting a messenger was easier. They were highly effective at keeping all the fucking perverted males off of you.”

She tried to pull her wrist out of my hand, but I had it wrapped around her, restraining her from any large movements.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

I kissed the top of her head.

“So many things, and yet here you are. Begging for my cock.”

She gasped.

“Fuck you, Cas. I thought all these years that you killed my father for me, and I’ve lived with the guilt that I never said thank you. And you’re just a psycho.”

I used my free hand and lifted the end of the long chain. The only other thing that she had worn tonight, and which lay between her breasts.

“No one sane would have given an innocent little thing like you a weapon, so maybe you should be happy I am as you say. Psycho.”

She was squirming again.

“Cas, let me go. I hate you. How could you spy on me? My bedroom? And college? What else have you done? All I wanted was a normal life.”

I couldn’t swallow down the bit of laughter that was laced with anger.