Monster #2
“Did he ever hurt you, baby?” he asked. She snuggled against his body, taking the comfort that he was offering her.
“Not until I turned down his marriage proposal. Just weeks after he moved in with me, he asked me to marry him. I thought that he was joking at first, but he wasn’t.
And when I laughed at the idea of marrying him, he hit me.
The only reason he stopped hitting me was because my neighbor called the cops.
” Monster wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer.
“Why didn’t you tell us sooner about him?” Monster asked. “You know that Drifter and I would have helped you, baby.”
“Because—because I didn’t want to drag you both into this. You’ve already got enough on your plates. And what if—” Her eyes dropped, voice barely a whisper. “What if he goes after Josie? I planned on going back home before any of that could happen, but then, I didn’t count on you and Drifter.”
“Hey, look at me. You’re not alone in this. Not now. Not ever. You told me that he’s here, and that means he’s my problem now. And I know that Drifter will have your back, too, baby.”
Tears burned Blitz’s eyes, but she shook her head. “Even if the three of us can’t make this work? You’d still—”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” Monster growled, his voice raw with conviction. “You have my protection—Drifter’s too. Doesn’t matter what else happens.” Monster let his thumb brush gently over her cheek, the contrast between his touch and his words stark. “We’ll keep you safe.
Blitz’s chest heaved, the fear still there but layered now with something steadier—trust. Relief. Things she probably never felt before. “Thank you,” she breathed, leaning into his touch.
Monster burned with passion, his hand running down her jaw in a gentle caress.
“He’ll never touch you again. That’s a promise.
” For the first time in days, she looked at him—really looked at him.
He knew that she might be putting her heart out there and was probably expecting it to be stomped on and handed back to her, but for some reason, Monster wanted to take a chance with Blitz.
She had given him and Drifter an ultimatum—she wanted both of them, or neither of them. But right now, he needed her too much to stop touching her.
The bass from the clubhouse rattled the walls, but Monster barely noticed. All his focus was on the woman perched on his lap, looking at him like she wanted to say no, but her body begged for him. Blitz. His Blitz.
He stood and swept the clutter off the desk without a second thought, bottles clattering to the floor, papers scattering. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her.
“Monster—” she breathed, nerves trembling in her voice.
He cut her off with his mouth, devouring her lips, his beard rubbing against her soft skin. She tasted like fire and surrender. He growled into the kiss, pressing closer, one hand gripping her hip hard enough he knew she’d feel it later. Good. He wanted her to.
“Don’t think,” he muttered, his lips brushing hers. “Just feel.” Her thighs parted for him like she couldn’t help it. His hand slid higher, pushing that little skirt up, finding her bare and wet for him. The sound that broke from her throat nearly undid him.
“Fuck, Blitz…” he groaned, fingers teasing until she was writhing against him. “You don’t know what you do to me.”
She clung to him like she was drowning, and it made something savage in him snarl with satisfaction. When he finally shoved his jeans down and freed himself, the way her eyes widened—want and nerves all tangled—nearly broke his control.
He pressed against her, every muscle tight, his forehead resting on hers. He needed to hear it. “Say it. Tell me you want this.”
Her whisper, “I want this,” lit him up like gasoline.
He dove into her in one deep thrust, the heat and tightness of her body nearly making him lose it right there.
She gasped, clutched harder, and he stilled, gritting his teeth to keep control.
Then he started to move—slow at first, savoring the way she squeezed around him, then harder, rougher, until the desk creaked with every thrust.
Every sound she made was his. Her gasps, her moans, the way she whispered his name—Monster drank it in like fuel.
He marked her throat with his mouth, dragged his beard over her skin, and left bruises where his teeth scraped.
She was his, right here, right now, and he wanted her to remember it every time she looked in the mirror.
When she shattered around him, crying out, his chest swelled with pure possession. He followed with a guttural growl, spilling into her, locking her against him so deep she couldn’t doubt for a second that she belonged to him.
They stayed like that—joined, breathing each other in. His hand slid down to rest over her stomach without even thinking. “Mine,” he whispered against her hair, the word tasting like both a vow and a curse.
He straightened finally and helped her smooth her skirt, though his eyes still burned with hunger. When she reached for the door, part of him wanted to lock it and keep her there all night.
But then the door swung open.