Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Benny

Holy God above.

I can’t even believe I’m holding this gift from heaven in my arms right now. She’s smiling up at me in a daze, her fingers beneath my shirt, playing with my chest hair and gold chain. On the bank of the swamp, I buttoned her back into the dress and slid her little panties back up her legs, covering the absolute mess I made between her thighs. Come and blood and redness. That’s what I did to her—and this angel couldn’t have been more happy about it.

It means I’m finally yours, she whispered, nuzzling my neck. Can we do it again later?

There is every chance I’ve died and somehow ended up in heaven by mistake. That seems to be the only plausible explanation for this horny, loving, determined girl wanting me. Before I took her virginity, I had it in my mind that walking away from her was the right thing to do. It would save her ripping out my heart later, when she realizes how much better she can do. But now…

Oh no.

I’ve glimpsed the kingdom. I felt immortal between her legs and there’s no going back. I’ll fight to the fucking death if anyone tries to take her from me. And unfortunately that means when the time comes and Fawn wants to leave me, I’ll have to lock her up. No help for it. I can’t live without the high she gives me. I can’t live without the strokes of her little fingers or the playfulness in her golden eyes. I’ll die on the spot.

“So…” Grim asks from the driver’s seat, the back of his neck still bright red over what he heard while waiting on the log. “How are you going to explain her to Frank?”

“I’m not.” I bundle her up tighter to my chest. “You’re taking us to my place.”

Grim does a double-take in the rearview mirror. “We’re supposed to report back right after a job. He’ll either want money or proof of death.”

“I said…” My teeth are on edge. “Take us to my place. And leave. I will handle Frank when the time comes.”

Briefly, Grim lifts his hands off the wheel with exaggerated contrition. “It’s your funeral, man. But don’t be sore with me for telling our boss the truth. I have no choice if I want my job.”

“Do what you have to do.” I look down at my precious girl who is positively beaming up at me like I’m her hero. What did I do to deserve this? I’m almost in pain from the incredible way she makes me feel. Like maybe I really could be a better man. Like maybe I could do anything as long as this angel looks at me just like this. “I’ll do what I have to do.”

And what I have to do is make her happy. Keep her safe.

Keep her, period.

At all costs.

Half an hour later, Grim stops the SUV up to the gate surrounding my compound. I nod at his reflection in the windshield, well aware that I will probably never work with him again, and climb out of the backseat with Fawn in my arms. I wait for Grim to drive off before settling my angel down on her feet. As soon as her heat leaves me, I begin to panic, however, and immediately pick her back up. She giggles in response and my heart catapults into my throat.

“I can’t wait to see where you live,” she says, rubbing her cheek on my right pectoral.

If I was just a touch more selfish, she’d be seeing nothing but my bedroom ceiling for the next month. My cock is already hard just from the thought of her walking through my home, touching my things, showering in my bathroom. The lust wreaking havoc on my senses demands I wrap her thighs around me and plow her against the tall gate surrounding my property, but no. No, I can’t do that. Not after the savage way I took her virginity. Fawn deserves to be soothed, worshipped. Not brutalized over and over again.

Thanks to our size difference, it’s easy to maneuver her slight form while taking the keys out of my pocket, letting her into my compound. I hesitate for a moment before opening the gate, not sure what she’ll think of my roommates. But I shouldn’t have been worried. Not with Fawn. Of course when she sees the ducks waddling toward us, she gasps in delight.

“What a lovely welcoming committee,” she laughs, climbing down out of my arms. Feeling a surge of protectiveness, I turn and lock the gate quickly to keep out intruders who might hurt Fawn or try to steal her from me. When I turn back around, she is crouched down and gently tickling the underside of my mallard’s beak. “Does he have a name?”

I’m ridiculously pleased that she knows the difference between the male and female ducks. “That’s Chester.” I mutter the second part. “Quackington.”

Her surprised laughter makes me smile. And it gives her pause.

She stares up at me from below. “You should smile more.”

“I can’t remember the last time I did,” I respond honestly, my pulse knocking around in my veins. How is this girl in my home? How can she stand to look at me? I don’t want to question these things. Just want to enjoy the moment. But it’s damn hard when we are the epitome of beauty and the beast. “I should tell you…” I’m already in love with you. “There are a lot more animals here. In fact, I’m surprised Dave hasn’t joined us yet—” I’m cut off abruptly when my howler monkey jumps down from the tree overhead and lands on my shoulder. “Speak of the devil.”

Dave climbs up on top of my head, gesturing and squawking at Fawn, as if asking for an introduction. Before I can make one, she comes forward with a smile. “Hello Dave.” Briefly, her attention drops to the bandage on his leg. “Is he healing from something?”

“Croc almost got him.” The memory of Dave scrambling to get free of the predator pops into my mind and I swallow the lump in my throat. “Got there just in time.”

“You saved him.” Fawn glides forward, kissing me in the center of my chest where my heart rages out of control. “You saved me, too. That’s how I know you’re a good man.”

As much as I want to let her believe that about me, I shake my head in denial. “Doing a few good things doesn’t erase all the bad I’ve done, Fawn. All the bad I do.”

“No. Leave it in the past tense.”

A grumble builds in my chest. I want to do anything she asks of me. I want to lay the world down at her feet, but I don’t know how. “I’m only good at one thing, Fawn. The course of my life was set when I was born this big, looking like I do. My own mother…” I say haltingly. “She knew. My boss knew, hiring me on the spot, like it was a given for me to hurt people.”

Fawn looks around. At the fish in the pond—I brought them here when their home was drying up. Her gaze dances over the limping Irish setter I found on the side of the road. Thankfully he’s gained some weight back since then. Her eyes find me once again. “For every person you’ve hurt, I bet you’ve saved an animal. Now all we have to do is shift the balance. More good than bad.” She lets out another one of those sweet giggles as Dave climbs from my shoulder to hers, his tiny fingers combing through her hair. A moment later, Fawn sobers, looking at me meaningfully. “Our souls are joining into one,” she whispers. “Aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I respond without hesitation, shaken to the core by the way she reaches inside of me and rearranges everything. My intentions, my organs, maybe even my belief in myself.

“Don’t you want yours to be clean before it joins with mine?”

“Yes,” I say again, more raggedly than before. I’m ready to drop down on my knees in front of her. Ready to kill myself giving this angel whatever she asks me for. What a privilege that she’s chosen me to see to her needs. Food, shelter, pleasure. I’ll spend every waking moment of my life making sure she has those necessities.

“Then tell me you’re going to stop working for this bad man. Frank.” Her bottom lip trembles, causing me to make a hoarse sound. “Promise me.”

There’s only one choice. She’s right. I can’t bring my blackened soul anywhere near her pure one. The only way to salvation—also known as Fawn’s happiness—is to be a better man. The kind of man who is worthy of a gift like her. “I promise, angel. I’m done.”

Her smile is like the sun coming out from behind a storm cloud. It’s a miracle.

I’ve done the right thing. The only thing. And truthfully, it’s such a relief. I’ve never wanted the violence. It has never felt right, not for a single second. Now I know why. I was waiting for Fawn and I wasn’t behaving in a worthy manner.

Now I will, though. From this moment forward, I’ll work to be the best man I can be.

For her.

Dave hops down from Fawn’s shoulder to the ground to follow the ducks, stopping to wave back at her before disappearing into the trees running the perimeter of my compound. She skips toward me, those pretty tits bouncing in her neckline. And she leaps, wrapping her legs around my hips, my hands cupping and squeezing her ass, boosting her higher while she giggles, playing with my hair, shifting her hips temptingly. In a way that makes me so hard, it’s a wonder I refrain from fucking her where we stand. Goddamn, is this my life now? How will I stand the perfection of it? Of her?

“I need you inside me again,” she whispers against my lips, her heels digging into my ass. “A thousand times won’t be enough.”

The volume of my groan sends a flock of birds screeching from the tree overhead. I’m about to tug her panties to the left and plant my cock in her painfully tight cunt, but I hear her stomach growl and my vision almost turns black. “You’re hungry.”

“I’m hungrier for you,” she says, trailing her tongue along the seam of my mouth. “I want to see your bed. I want you to break it taking me so hard.”

A hornier female has never walked the earth. Thank you, God. Thank you.

Still…

“I need to feed you first, baby.” In a direct contradiction of my words, my hands mold the taut cheeks of her ass. “I won’t be able to concentrate knowing you have an empty stomach.”

Cheeks flushed, eyes trained on my lips, she nods reluctantly. “Okay.” She looks down at her body and her blush deepens. “Maybe a shower, too.”

“I’ll clean every inch of you myself.”

Her smile twists my chest up in a knot. “Promise?”

“I promise you everything, Fawn.”