Protect Me

“I didn’t kill everyone standing between me and you to hear my name. I came for a yes. I came for you. All of you.”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking! It’s suicide to⁠—”

“Then I’m suicidal, Isabella. I don’t want to leave here without you.”

“I love you, Isabella. If something happens to me, just know that I would do anything for you, including dying.

We either both get out or neither of us do.”

“You’d die for me, Isabella?”

“Like you’d kill for me.”

The way he moves me is so hungry. Driven. Like I belong to him.

He’s mouthwatering.

And he’s mine.

“The women I’ve had here were clients. Nothing more. You know I take my job very seriously.”

“Serious as murder,” I say with a smirk. “Does that mean I get to be a first for you?”

He laughs. “You’ve been plenty of firsts for me, Bella. I’ve never driven as a woman dry-humped my leg. I’ve never fucked a virgin. Or a mafia princess. Oh yeah, or committed multiple homicides and abducted said princess.”

“Running away with you is suicide,” she whispers.

My shoulders drop.

“So I guess I’m suicidal.”

. “I won’t do it tonight if that’s not what you want, but I will fill your sweet little cunt the next time I fuck you.”

“Daddy,” I cry out.

“Good girl. Come for me,” he whispers

“Ready to be mine, little girl?”