Chapter 24

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

DILLION

That went way better than I thought it would. Almost as if another shoe is about to drop. I don’t think this thing with Humble is done and over with yet. I just can’t imagine he would fuck me, say that I’m his, and then let me climb into my car and drive away.

And he did fuck me. Because that was not romance in any way, and yet I loved every fucking minute of it. I’m completely and totally obsessed with that man. In the darkness of the night, in the brightness of the day, this man is everything I could have imagined.

It’s just too bad he’s nothing but a filthy liar.

Which, to be honest, seems about all I’m destined to have. I’m not sure I deserve anything better, not with who I am. With what family and world I was born into.

I tried to get away from that life, but I was sucked back into it by my asshole of a brother. I’m too damn tired to care right now. I’m going to fight tooth and nail for my freedom—for my life.

With a night’s tips secured in my wallet, I unfold from my car and shuffle into my house. Setting my purse down by the front door, I flip the lock behind me before I shuffle through the house. The good news is that I’m far too exhausted to think about my traumas. I just want to pass out.

Although, in the back of my mind, I can’t help but wonder if Humble is going to try and make his way into my bedroom tonight. Maybe I should put some security measures in place to keep him from coming. By the time I shower and fall into bed alone, I realize he hasn’t, and I’m too exhausted to care about it any longer.

I’ll think about it, and him, tomorrow.

Tonight, I just need some sleep.

Tomorrow, I’ll worry about everything else.

I don’t remember actually consciously closing my eyes, but the moment my head hits the pillow, everything around me goes dark. I fall into a deep sleep where, if I dream, I remember nothing.

That is until I feel lips against my shoulder. The touch wakes me up. My entire body jumps, and my heart pounds with terror. Until that kiss slides down my arm, stopping just above my elbow, and a hand glides around my waist.

I know that hand. Even in my barely awake state, I know that hand. I turn in his arms, my eyes open, and I try to take in the man across from me. It’s too dark for me to make out his features, but I know who it is.

“Humble,” I exhale.

His fingers dance across my cheek and then slide around the back of my neck, gripping me there carefully. He watches me for a moment, and while I can’t see his face well enough to read it, I can see the whites of his eyes and the way his brows furrow.

“You ain’t going any-damn-where, baby,” he rasps.

“I can’t stay here. I can’t be with you. I need to leave.”

He shifts closer until his lips touch mine, and he stays there for a long moment, then he exhales against my mouth. Closing my eyes, I don’t bother pleading my case any longer. There’s nothing left to say. He knows how I feel, and I know how he feels. But that doesn’t change the fact I need to go.

I’m not staying here.

And I’m not staying with him.

He doesn’t care that he lied to me. He doesn’t give a shit that he played me for a fucking idiot. He just thinks that because of some vendetta with my brother, he has some kind of claim and ownership over me.

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t give a shit at all. Because he’s just like all the men in my family. He thinks he is in control of anything and everything a woman does. Well, not me. Not today. Not ever. I don’t owe him or anyone else shit.

I left that life for a reason.

And I do not plan on going back.

“No,” he grunts, rolling my body onto my back.

My legs automatically fall open as his hips shift between them. I should be pushing him away and telling him to get the fuck out of my house, but this body of mine refuses to deny him anything. And I hate myself for it.

I expect Humble to kiss me, but he doesn’t. Instead of leaning down and touching his mouth to mine, he shifts his body down. His fingers grip my sleep shorts, guiding them down my legs along with my panties.

Then his hands wrap around the insides of my thighs, and he spreads me wide, holding my knees against the mattress. Pinching my eyes closed, I gasp when his tongue slides the entire length of my pussy, swirling around my clit.

I arch my back and push my head into the pillow as my breathing begins to come out faster and faster. Reaching down, I grip the sheets in my fingers and hold on to them. Humble’s tongue feels like heaven. He’s warm and wet, tasting me, consuming me, trying to own me.

But I won’t let him own me.

Not today.

Not ever.

As my body climbs closer and closer toward the edge, his tongue bringing me higher and higher, I wonder if I will ever feel this again. I probably won’t. I have a feeling that this is it. This is the best feeling I will ever have. This is the best sex I’ll ever have.

I thought I could be good with that. I thought I could go my whole life without ever feeling this again, but now I’m not sure. My pants fill the room, bouncing off the walls around us.

Lifting my hips, I move against his mouth, climbing closer. Fucking his beautiful face. Reaching down, I wrap my fingers in his hair, holding him against my pussy. I am so close.

My hips shift up and down, moving against his face, bringing myself right to the edge. I’m about to come when all of a sudden, Humble stops. My eyes pop open, and I look down at him. My brows snap together as I gaze down toward his. He flicks his eyes to meet mine, but I can’t see them very well.

Opening my mouth, I start to ask him what is wrong. Why he stopped. Then he speaks, answering my unasked question.

“Tell me you aren’t leaving,” he murmurs, his voice soft and husky.

God, he’s so damn sexy.

But he won’t cajole me into changing my mind with orgasms… or lack thereof.

“No,” I state.

Although I’m pretty sure it comes out more like a whimper and not a resounding no because his lips curve up into a smirk, and he chuckles. Like he thinks I’m being cute or funny, maybe like I’m not serious.

But I am exactly that.

I am serious.

I won’t be staying here. Once my house is sold and I have that cash in my hand, I am gone. The original plan is still on. I had a moment of diversion, but I’m back on track now, and I’m leaving as soon as humanly possible.

CLINK

I’m a fucking pussy.

I can’t hold out on her. So, instead of trying to torture her and myself by withholding her orgasm, I shift up her body and bury myself deep inside of her. Gripping the backs of her knees, I spread her wide as I begin to move inside of her.

Dipping my chin, I look down at her. It’s dark, but I can see the whites of her eyes. They’re wide, and I can tell she’s close. Moving inside of her, I can’t fucking stop myself. I want to come right now.

My control is in my grasp, but it’s slipping more with each thrust. Her pussy squeezes me. Shifting my face forward, I touch my mouth to hers.

“Come, baby. Come all over me,” I rasp against her lips.

Her lips part as her pussy squeezes me, strangles me, and my control fucking vanishes. My hips move harder and faster. I bury myself deep, staying inside of her as I fill her with my cum.

Lifting my head, I look at her again. My breathing is hard. Hers is as well as we stare at one another and come down from our orgasms. I stay planted inside of her, feeling her pussy pulse around me.

I release her legs but don’t roll off her yet. I can’t. My hips move slowly, my balls fully emptying inside of her before I lower myself so my chest is on hers. Touching my lips to hers, I slide my tongue across the seam of her lips.

Only then do I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My breathing is still heavy as fuck. Reaching over to her, I gather her in my arms and tug her against my side.

“You’re not going anywhere, baby,” I murmur, touching my lips to the top of her head.

She doesn’t speak, but she does let out a heavy sigh. She thinks she’s going to be able to leave. She thinks she’ll be able to walk away from me. But she can’t, not only because she’s mine but also because I won’t let her.

There’s nobody else in this world for me but this strong-as-fuck woman. As I run my fingers through her hair, I decide that this conversation is finished for now. It’s pointless anyway because I’m not letting her go.

Even if she runs from me, I will find her and bring her the fuck back.

Immediately.

I hold my breath for a moment before I let it out slowly. Guilt unfurls inside my belly, consuming me. It chokes me. I fucking feel it throughout my body. She was kidnapped from under my own protection and not randomly because of me.

She was taken because of me.

I don’t blame her for wanting to run away from here, from this life. She tried it with her own family, but it didn’t work out too well, and it wouldn’t in the future, either. She’ll always have a target on her back just because she’s my woman.

And she is.

Mine.

And she always will be.

Mine.

I will burn the world down for her, to keep her safe, to keep her whole. Never again will she feel the way she does right now. From this moment on, she will forever be protected and secure. Nothing will touch my woman. Not ever again.