THIRTY-TWO
Her sweet body was a gift I didn't want to relinquish, my arms wrapping around her protectively as she drew sobbing breaths to keep pace with her hammering heart. I wanted to tell her she'd be all right, that I'd keep her safe, but I knew I'd be lying. We weren't alone and he was watching. Listening. Waiting for me to stuff up so he could have her and hurt her and...
"f**k her right here and now."
God, I wanted to. This beautiful girl with more fire in her little finger than all the other girls I'd slept with combined had in their entire being.
"Start with a kiss."
She tensed in my arms, ready to run or spit in my face, like she'd done to him. He deserved it, though. For what he'd done to her. For what he was forcing me to do to her.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I told he
