Chapter Eight

CHAPTER EIGHT

Raider

The bright red rage in my head sputters and swerves like a derailing train. My violent vengeance meter is at a ten when Delilah climbs onto my lap and settles those soft, pretty lips on mine. My muscles are tight to bursting, possessiveness raging so loud in my chest it would deafen the world if played over a radio. No one is taking my girl. They’ve earned a loss of blood just from the way they looked at her. As though she were on the menu right alongside those burgers.

I knew bringing Delilah to a restaurant was a risk. Just like I told her before, no one in their right goddamn mind would believe a beautiful doll like her would go anywhere with the likes of me. Not without a fight. But I’m keeping her, and I aim to make her happy, so I’d reasoned that eventually we’d have to go out in public. Should have known something like this would happen. Should have known men would covet what’s mine and try to challenge me. It’s the nature of the beast, being a giant freak. The little pricks of the world are always trying to take me down.

Keyword: trying.

Any minute now, I’m going to walk over to that table and use one chicken-necked weasel for batting practice. His friends’ heads are going to be the baseballs. Right. Any minute now.

Only problem is, I can’t seem to gather enough willpower to break this kiss with Delilah. I’m keeping one watchful eye trained on my challengers, promising them swift retribution if they make one wrong move, but…

Shit.Her little tongue is sliding along mine, her palms cupping my cheeks, fingertips brushing my scars. Tracing them, even, in a gentle way that forces my violence to ebb against my will. While that tide flows out, another one comes racing in, though. Lust. Pride. She’s…claiming me right here in front of everyone. I might look like hell’s most terrifying monster to them, but I’ve got a tight beauty squirming around on my hungry cockstand that says different.

The men are lowering their guns and watching Delilah kiss me with sick fascination, and shit, fellas, I don’t understand why she wants me, either. But I’m going to be grateful for the rest of my life. I might even start going to church so I can thank God in person for keeping my doll safe while I was gone. For making her look past my scars and seeing a man who’d protect her with his dying breath.

Now that the immediate threat of harm has passed, stopping the kiss is impossible. Audience be damned, I reach under Delilah’s dress and cup her gyrating ass cheeks, using my grip to pull her closer, offer more friction. We both groan over the new, tight rub of her pussy on my rigid fly. Her knees jerk and shake at the sides of my waist, her breath puffing out faster and faster between wet, desperate kisses.

“I don’t like you coming with all these eyes watching,” I rasp against her ear.

Her movements slow, but pick up again almost immediately. “I can’t stop. I can’t…” She turns her head and looks directly at the men, eyes glazed over. “My daddy feels too good. I can’t stop.”

One of them drops his gun on the table. “Fuck.”

“Jesus Christ,” says another, licking his lips. “Look at her move.”

Violence swims in my vision. “Mine.”

My bellow sends them scattering, exiting the dining room to join everyone else at the bar. All eyes are on us, and I’m fixing to get Delilah into the bathroom or somewhere else private where she can finish riding me to get off. Where I can give her my dripping dick and pump her full of my seed.

I begin to stand, but that’s when the shaking starts. Her eyes are trained on mine, her pupils dilated, sweet lips popped open. Those incredible thighs of hers are spread way open on account of my wide body, her tiny hips pumping, tits jiggling up and down against the neckline of her dress. Over her shoulder, I can see our rapt audience, but I cease to give a shit in the face of her sweetness. Knowing I’m the one who made her tremble like she’s in the middle of her own personal earthquake.

Now they all know it.

Goddamn right, I make this girl come. She’s mine. All fucking mine. And somehow, she’s just as greedy for me as I am for her. I must be the luckiest man on the face of the earth, because I think that’s what she wanted to show me, by taking my mouth and rubbing all over my cock with everyone watching. That she doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks. I’m hers as much as she’s mine.

Delilah throws back her head, liquid heat molding her cunt to my throbbing bulge, and a prideful roar heaves from my lungs, sending a few patrons running out the exit. I bang a fist on the back of the bench, keeping my eyes open for opposition while Delilah and I come together for a searing kiss. The kind that makes me spurt against the inside of my jeans and means I need to get her alone. Now.

She’s still working in circles on my lap as I stand, striding across the back of the restaurant. It’s daytime, so the dance floor, which is probably packed at night, is empty. The room twists into an L-shape, and my strides eat up floor. It’s pitch black this far from the windows, and we’re out of the bar’s view, but nothing can calm the need in my blood to claim Delilah. They’ll definitely hear me fucking her, but I’m so worked up at this point, they’d hear me if I took her all the way across the street on the motel bed.

I set Delilah down on edge of a table, shoving up her dress and snatching her panties off in an impatient fist. “Thank you.” Words I rarely have reason to say rumble low in my chest, and I’m unable to look her in the eye. “For…touching me. Showing them you’re not afraid of me. I wouldn’t be able to stand it if you were scared of me, doll. I’ll never, ever hurt you.”

“I-I think I know that now,” she breathes, eyes wide.

Those comforting hands settling on my shoulders, trail down my chest and stomach to unfasten my jeans. Soon as she’s got my zipper lowered, I guide my cock to her tiny, wet hole and cram myself inside. I’m already regretful over the way I shove into her so roughly, forcing my flesh inside her with a rude fist, my harsh grunts punctuating the air between us. Because she’s a miracle—my miracle—though, she only spreads her thighs wider. “Tell me again it’s all for Daddy.”

“It is. All of me.” She unbuttons the top of her dress with a shy expression, letting me see her bare tits. “Everywhere we go, I’ll sit on your lap and kiss your mouth until everyone knows only Daddy gets to touch.”

My control snaps. I’m lost in her promise, her acceptance, her touch. Fuck. The tight clench of her pussy as I finally get seated, as much as I can. My balls are being strangled, my stomach tightening as I begin to fuck my beautiful doll, the legs of the table scraping back and forth on the ground.

“Anyone thinks they can lay a finger on Daddy’s tight little fuck, I’ll kill them,” I grit out, my ears filled with the perfect sound of wet, joining flesh, courtesy of my balls swinging up to spank her gorgeous ass every time I pound into her. “I’m going to slap a collar on this neck of yours, Delilah. Going to let everyone know the key’s in my pocket where no one can touch it.” I close my grip around the smooth, slender column, pressing my thumb right to her erratic pulse. “I’m going to wear a collar, too, so everyone knows I have the privilege of being led around by the dick by such a sweet fuck-doll.”

Beneath her, the table comes apart from the force of my thrusts, legs falling every which way, cheap wood hitting the ground. So I jerk Delilah up against me and bounce her on my cock, holding her head steady so the impact doesn’t break her fragile neck. “Hurts so good.” Her teeth chatter. “Don’t stop.”

“Can’t. Christ. Dressed like the girl next door, calling me Daddy in front of all those men. Couldn’t pull my cock out of you if the world was on fire.” My spine tightens at the base, my abdomen clenching with rabid lust. Her legs are trying to stay up around my hips, but I’m shaking them loose with every ram of my dick, poor little thing. Giving me everything. Letting me take her exactly as I need. “Shit, here it comes.”

My mouth aches for something to bite down on, and at first I resist, knowing I could hurt her. No one hurts my doll. Not even me. But she must sense what I need, because she grabs the back of my head, yanking my mouth down into the crook of her shoulder. And I don’t stop to second guess the offer, sinking my teeth into the smooth skin and giving a guttural shout of release, my cock jerking and draining inside her. Without realizing I’m moving, I suddenly have her up against a wall, her knees stretched wide by the press of my hips, grinding deep into her hot cunt so she takes every drop of my need for her.

“Mine,” I growl at her lips. “My fuck. My life.”

“Yes.” Her head tilts to the side as if she’s having trouble staying awake. “Yours.”

I lower Delilah to the floor, using my body to keep her steady against the wall while I fasten my pants with one hand. Finished with the task, I rebutton her dress and straighten it out, grunting with satisfaction over my task. She’s swaying, eyelids drooped to half-mast, so I turn, crouch down and signal for her to hop on my back. When we walk into the main section of the restaurant again, every head in the place is turned in our direction, but they’re not looking at me with fear anymore. No, it’s blatant envy and respect in their eyes, especially the men.

More confident than I’ve ever felt in my life, I stride to the bar and toss a few bills from my wallet onto the bar. “For the damage,” I say. “Make those burgers to go. Quickly.”

As if they’d already anticipated my request, the bug-eyed bartender sets a plastic bag on the bar, easing it toward me with a single finger. “T-take it.”

I leave the cash, take the bag and walk out of the bar with a smile on my face.