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  Entering his home, he smelled something awful, and as he made his way into the kitchen, he caught sight of something that looked burned to a crisp.

  “Are you killing people in my home?” he asked.

  Lori looked up.

  “It’s supposed to be roast duck, but your oven is broken.”

  He moved toward the oven. “Did it tell you to have it on the highest setting?”

  Her cheeks were red. “No.”

  “So you can’t cook?”

  She sighed and threw down her oven mitt. “I can cook, okay? I can cook a lot of things, but I’ve never been able to get duck right, and I passed the supermarket today, and there’s this recipe with potatoes and a salad, and it looked good. I wanted to cook you a nice meal.”

  He watched her, and something twisted in his gut.

  “I know what you did,” he said.

  Lori’s back tensed up, and she turned to look at him. Her face had gone pale, and the moment he said the words, he knew that had been the problem for him. He’d been keeping it secret, when he needed her to know that she wasn’t alone.

  “Dad told you?” she asked.

  “I knew something had happened to you. I didn’t know what.”

  “How?”

  “You said that you couldn’t have his blood on your hands.”

  “That’s just a sentence.”

  “The way you said it, I knew you’d had some blood on your hands before, and the way you hide from violence. You’re afraid.”

  She looked utterly scared. Her hands fisted at her sides, and she bit her lip.

  “I’m not judging you.”

  “Why? I judged you.”

  “I killed two men today,” he said. He’d never spoken to anyone about what he did within his line of work.

  Her eyes went wide. “What?”

  “They were rigging a sport, and instead of finding out why, I just shot them.” He shrugged.

  She shook her head. “I can’t … this is crazy. You can’t just tell me you killed two men.”

  “You killed one.”

  Tears once again filled her eyes. “I’m a monster.”

  “You’re not a monster. Not even close, baby.”

  “He was hurting her.”

  “I know.”

  He pulled her into his arms as the tears soaked his chest.

  Dawg didn’t care.

  He’d hold her for the rest of his life.

  ****

  The tears subsided, and Lori felt at peace in a strange way. No one but her father knew what she’d done, and she’d kept that with her all this time. When she’d walked into her home and heard her mother’s cry, she didn’t know what to expect.

  To see a man raping her mother had been one of the most terrible things she’d ever witnessed.

  She’d reacted without thinking. Her instinct had been to protect her mother.

  Dawg stroked her hair, and something else began to stir inside her. Placing her hands on his chest, she ran them up to his hair. She rarely wore makeup, and even though her face was puffy from crying, she had to kiss him.

  Pulling his head down, she slammed her lips against his and whimpered as his touched her.

  The hand on her hair gripped the back of her neck tightly, and she held onto him like a lifeline, not wanting to let go.

  “I’ve got you, baby,” he said.

  “Fuck me.” She didn’t curse ever, but right now, she wanted him.

  “What?”

  “I want you to fuck me. To make me forget everything, and just not remember.”

  He slammed her against the wall, placing her hands above her head, locking them within one of his own. “You want me to take your pretty pussy right here, right now?”

  “Yes. I want you, Dawg.” She licked her lips, unsure what to say to make him realize that she spoke the truth. “Don’t you want me?”

  His free hand ran down her body. “Yes, I want you.” He stepped away. “You can strip for me. I want to see every single inch of you.”

  She didn’t even hesitate to begin removing her clothes. One by one, they came off, and as she did, she kept her gaze on him.

  He didn’t look away, not even for a moment. When he began to do the same, peeling off each layer of clothing, she couldn’t help but smile. He looked perfect, each muscle thicker than the next.

  The strength within him, and knowing what he did, should have her running away, but she didn’t care.

  All she wanted was him.

  He pushed his pants down, and his cock sprang forward. Going to her knees before him, she wrapped her fingers around his dick, and not waiting for instruction or invitation, she circled the tip before taking more of him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she sucked him into her throat, pulling off so that she didn’t gag, and then taking more. He tasted amazing.

  She bobbed her head and relished each sound that he made as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She didn’t want it to end, but he pulled on her hair, drawing her to her feet. He slammed her against the wall. His hands moved all down her body, driving her need for him higher.

  He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and slapped them after he let them go.

  “You drive me so fucking crazy. You know that? All this time, I’m thinking about you, and you don’t even realize how much.”

  She gasped as his cock found her entrance and he slammed inside her. He moved her a little away from the wall and bent her over, keeping both of her hands firmly on the wall.

  He fucked her hard, thrusting in her repeatedly. Her pussy felt raw, but with each touch of his cock within her, she felt herself getting wetter.

  “Touch your pussy, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

  Releasing the wall, she touched her clit, stroking over her bud as Dawg slid his hands up, cupping her tits, pinching the nipples.

  He didn’t stop fucking her.

  The grip on her hips tightened even more, and she felt her release rush toward her, shocking her with how quickly and easily he brought it to her.

  His cock stroked over her G-spot, and when she came, she did so, screaming his name, pleasure pulsing through her entire body. It was almost too much, and yet not even enough.

  He groaned her name, pounding inside her.

  She took his cock, not wanting anything other than the pleasure he gave her.

  The hands on her hips tightened, and he thrust within her one final time, filling her with his cum. Each wave, each pulse, she felt the ice within her strip away as not only did he take possession of her body, but he also took possession of her heart as well. She was no longer oblivious to her feelings, but they were very real for him.

  They were both panting. Neither of them ready to let the other go, and she closed her eyes, basking in the glow of what had just happened.

  Dawg kissed her neck, his tongue flicking over her pulse, and she enjoyed his attention. “I’m never going to let you go,” he said.

  “You don’t have to let me go, Dawg. I’m not going anywhere.”

  He pulled out of her pussy and spun her around to face him. Her back was once again to the wall, and she felt his cum sliding out of her, down her leg.

  His thumb traced her lips, and she smiled at him.

  “You have no idea, do you? You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted you, even when you’ve tried to fight me.”

  She rested her cheek against his palm. “I wanted you as well. I just … I didn’t think I should want you.”

  “No more fighting. You’re my woman. You’ve been in my bed for months now, and I’m not letting you go.”

  “I don’t want you to.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “So, what are you going to do with me now that you have me?”

  Lori squealed as he picked her up and carried her up to his bed. She didn’t fight. She didn’t want to fight anymore.

  For the first time in her life, she actually felt safe, and she never wanted to lose that feeling.

  Chapter Eight

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nbsp; “I still can’t believe why you’d want me,” Lori said.

  Dawg smiled, tracing a finger down her back, curving across each hip. “And why not?”

  “You know. I’m not in your line of work, nor have I ever showed you any real attention.”

  “I’m going to cry because of that.” He winked at her.

  “I’m being serious.” She rested her head on her hand, turned toward him. “Come on, be real for, like, a minute.”

  “I’m real for a long time. You’re a beautiful woman, Lori. You were … different.”

  “How?”

  “Are you searching for compliments?” he asked.

  “No. I’m curious. I want to know why you picked me.”

  He sighed. “Women are … interesting creatures. Some women want me because of who I am.”

  “The crime lord?”

  Dawg winced. “I hate that name.”

  “That’s what you are.”

  “Sounds like some kind of superhero.”

  “A crime lord is nowhere near superhero,” she said. “Far from it, in fact.”

  “Okay, they want me for my badass reputation.” He moved so that he straddled her legs and began to knead her ass, spreading the cheeks wide and catching sight of that puckered hole. He knew what he wanted next. “Then of course you’ve got the women after my money. I happen to be very rich.”

  “You are, are you?”

  “Yes, very rich, and I’ve got excellent taste in jewelry.”

  She giggled.

  He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the base of her back. She released a little whimper, and he didn’t stop. Sliding his fingers between her slit, he slid them inside. Their combined release coated his fingers as he brought them back to her ass, covering her anus. She tensed up but didn’t ask him to stop, so he kept on going, teasing her as he did.

  “Then of course, there’re the women who just want to use me. To fuck me, and to say they fucked Dawg Hampshire.” He’d not been a saint before he met her. “Then I saw you. For a long time, you didn’t even look at me, and when I spoke to you, you didn’t seem impressed. In fact, you looked shocked and scared. Even as women have thought that in the past, they’ve always wanted my attention. You didn’t giggle. You didn’t try to get my attention, and in doing so, you got it. I knew you were different. I saw the darkness within your gaze.” He pressed against her asshole, and she whimpered.

  That tight ring of muscles kept him out, but he pressed forward, and she took him. Moving to the knuckle, he began to pump his finger in and out, letting her get used to the feel of him inside her ass.

  “For three years I waited for you. I employed your father, knowing he was a thief and not to be trusted. I had eyes on him at every point, and I don’t regret that.” He leaned forward, still fucking her ass with his finger. Pressing a kiss to her neck, he flicked his tongue across her pulse. “And I don’t regret this either. You, in my bed. Knowing the truth of what you had to do. You’re a strong woman, Lori. You’ve got to learn to give yourself more credit.”

  He added a second finger, and she moved, surprising him as she reached behind her, gripped the cheeks of her ass with each hand, and held herself open to him. Pulling his fingers from her channel, he grabbed the tube of lubricant and smeared plenty all over his cock, coating his dick.

  He coated her asshole, sliding some of the gel within her ass.

  Once he was finished, he tossed the tube aside and pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.

  Slowly, taking his time, he worked his dick past her tight muscles, and she took him, inch by inch.

  With each thrust within her ass, she moaned but didn’t protest. When she’d taken every single inch of him, he gripped her hips and began to fuck her long and slow. He took his time, feeling her ass tighten around his cock.

  She held herself open to him, and he reached between her thighs and began to tease her clit. Her ass tightened around him, and he didn’t move until she came again, screaming his name as she did.

  He smiled as he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her ass, going deeper with every single thrust.

  Lori had no chance of ever getting away from him now, and he was never going to let her go. She belonged to him.

  Dawg had been wanting her for a long time, and he didn’t intend to lose her. He’d do everything in his power to protect her, to love her. To give her what she needed.

  In the past three years he’d fallen in love with her. Finally having her in his bed was just the icing on the cake.

  He felt his orgasm begin to stir and he picked up the tempo, thrusting into her ass one final time.

  They both cried out as he came, filling her ass with his cum.

  Only when it was over did he pull out of her.

  Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to their bathroom and cleaned them both up. Lori didn’t fight him, and the blissful smile on her face was something he never wanted to lose.

  His life was dangerous, but he knew there was a chance for them, and he wasn’t about to lose it, not ever.

  ****

  “You’re looking a lot happier than I can ever recall,” August said.

  Lori looked up at one of the men she worked for and smiled. “I am. I’m very happy.” August was a family man in his late sixties, and willing to show anyone pictures of his grandkids just so long as they’d listen.

  “The last time I saw a smile like that it was on the face of my wife when I asked her to marry me.”

  “I’m not getting married. At least not yet.”

  “But there is a man in your life?” August asked.

  She thought about Dawg, and yes, he was the man in her life. “Yes, I have a man in my life.”

  “Clearly, it’s love.”

  Averting her gaze, she stammered over her next words. “I-I-I w-wouldn’t go that f-far.”

  “And you’re in denial. Listen to a man who has been around for nearly seven decades. When a man makes you smile the way you’ve been doing all morning, there’s a reason for it, and it has nothing to do with being happy in the bedroom.”

  Her cheeks heated this time.

  He waved his hand in the air. “That, my dear, is love. You’re in love with this man, and you don’t even know it. I sure he knows what a treasure he has on his hands.”

  August had always been nice to her.

  He went to move away, and she panicked.

  “What if I … what if I don’t tell him, and he doesn’t feel the same way?” she asked.

  She would never go to her father, and ask for his advice. Her relationship with her father had never really begun. When she was younger, she loved it when he actually stayed home, but that was mainly because her mother always looked happier when he did. For herself, she didn’t care if he stayed or went.

  All she ever really cared about was her mother.

  “Honey, life is … so short. I could tell you that it feels like yesterday that I met my wife. That I fell in love with her instantly. Too many young people think they’ve got so long to live, but believe me, it goes by so fast, and no one really has enough time. Don’t waste a moment doubting yourself. Put yourself out there, and if he doesn’t like it, then you’ve lost nothing.”

  “What about a broken heart? They hurt.”

  “Broken hearts can be glued back together. A lifetime of regret cannot.”

  He tapped her hand, and she watched him go. She released a breath and closed her eyes. It was lunchtime, so she excused herself, leaving the building where she worked and breathing in the fresh air as she left.

  She loved Dawg.

  As she stood watching people pass, she thought about the way he was always there. She saw him in the kitchen cooking for her, being teased by herself and by Paul. Then she thought back to the sex club, then to the nights they’d gone dancing. He was different with her. He smiled for her, and held her close. Whenever his arms were around her, she felt safe, warm, comforted.

  “Lori.”

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ning to her left she saw her father limping toward her. He had several bruises on his face, and she noticed his hand was bandaged up. He also held a crutch, which helped him to walk.

  Aware that her bosses were just past that door a few feet away, she became nervous. She tried her hardest to always avoid Sean.

  “You shouldn’t be here.”

  “I was hoping we could go and get a coffee.”

  “Why?”

  “You’re still my little girl.”

  She scoffed. “Wow, seriously.”

  “It’s what your mother would have wanted.”

  This made her hands clench into fists. Her anger rushed to the surface, but she didn’t lash out. “You’re right. Let’s go and get coffee.” She stood beside him and let him take the lead. It was still warm, so they sat outside at one of the tables.

  Taking a sip of the scalding liquid, she wondered, not for the first time, what he wanted.

  “So, you clearly wanted to talk, so talk.”

  “I wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he said.

  She raised her brow. “You want to know if I’m okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Cut the crap, Sean. What is really going on here?” She wasn’t used to him playing the fatherly role, nor showing any concern for what she’d been through when it came to him, and to be frank, she wasn’t interested either.

  She just wanted to move on with her life and one day forget about him.

  Sean bowed his head. “I know I’ve not been a good father to you.”

  “Really, you’re just thinking that through.”

  “I know you’ll never forgive me for what happened to your mother.”

  She glared at him. “You have no right to talk about her.”

  “She was my wife.”

  “Who you cheated on time and time again, and she knew it. She knew what you did, and all the times you did it. I had to sit and watch her wish for you to come home. When you did, you barely showed her any attention.” She gritted her teeth, wanting to hurt him.

  “You’ve never forgiven me.”

  “I stopped hoping you were a better man a long time ago,” she said. “Long before that monster came to our home. You’re my father. I share your blood, Sean, but to me, I have no father. He died a long time ago because there’s no way he’d have ever let anything bad happen to his woman.”