Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Lucy
I ’m sitting on the porch, biting my nails when Emmanuel returns. I leap up and run over to his car, desperately hoping to see that he’s okay, and I’m really hoping I get to see that adorable furry face I love so much in the back.
Emmanuel looks okay, but I don’t see Cutter. The backseat looks empty.
My stomach sinks. My heart breaks.
He didn’t find my dog…
The engine stops and the door opens. Emmanuel steps out, massive and deadly. He’s covered in blood, but he doesn’t seem to be hurt with the effortless way he’s moving.
“I got him,” he says as he opens the back door.
I drop to the ground, sobbing with relief and gratitude.
It feels like a dream as Emmanuel walks over with Cutter in his big strong arms.
“Thank you,” I say between sobs as he drops to a knee in front of me, presenting me with my dog. “Thank you so much.”
Cutter lifts his head weakly and looks at me with tired eyes. I pet him and he licks my wrist.
“The tranquilizers are wearing off,” Emmanuel says softly. “He should be back to normal after a good night’s sleep.”
“Let’s bring him inside.”
I follow him in, marveling at Emmanuel’s large back and how easily he’s carrying my enormous dog. He’s so gentle with the way he lowers Cutter onto his round bed in the living room.
I swear I fall even deeper in love with this man when he leans down and gives Cutter a soft kiss on the face. His hands could crush someone—I've seen them do it. Thick, calloused, and dangerous. He’s all muscle and violence when he needs to be, but with me and with Cutter? He’s pure gentleness. I know he would never hurt us and that’s the sexiest thing about him.
He leans back and I take a turn, kissing my dog and whispering that everything is going to be okay. Cutter’s eyes close and he falls asleep, the tranquilizer still flowing through his bloodstream, putting him out for the night.
“What happened?” I whisper when we head into the kitchen, leaving Cutter to rest.
I pour him a glass of water and Emmanuel drinks the whole thing down in one gulp. “It’s probably better that you don’t know the details.”
I glance at the bloodstains on his shirt and his cut-up knuckles. I don’t see any wounds on him, which means it’s probably all Angelo’s blood.
“Did you arrest him?”
He shakes his head as those simmering eyes lock on me. “No. We both know he would have gotten out tomorrow and tried it all over again. I couldn’t risk it.”
I swallow hard, wanting to know, but not wanting to know at the same time.
“Is he…?”
“I took care of him,” he says in a low deep voice. “I told you. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you, Lucy. I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you safe.”
But I need to know for sure. I won’t ever be able to relax if I know Angelo is out there somewhere, plotting and scheming.
“Did you kill him?”
He takes a deep breath as he watches me with those sexy simmering eyes. “I did.”
Tears flood my eyes as I stare back at him. No one has ever done anything like that for me before. No one has ever put themselves and their freedom on the line like that.
He’s all-in when it comes to me.
He’s standing there, blood on his shirt, knuckles torn, eyes burning like embers—and all I can think is, God, he meant it . When he said he’d do whatever it takes to protect me. When he said I was his.
He meant it.
I take a shaky breath and step closer, my fingertips brushing along the back of his hand. He’s still warm. Still tense. Still watching me like I might fall apart now that I know what he’s done.
But I don’t.
Instead, I look up at him through my tears and whisper, “You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
His voice is raw when he answers. “Anything.”
Something in me shatters. Not from fear. Not from shock. But from the sheer weight of what it means to be loved like this. It’s the kind of love people write songs about. The kind of love movies are made of. The kind that’s red-hot and all-consuming.
I reach for his face and cradle it gently, running my thumbs over his beard. “Thank you,” I whisper, even though it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough after what he did.
He pulls me into his arms and I melt against his chest, breathing him in—blood, sweat, smoke, and everything I never knew I needed.
“I love you,” he says, low and rough against my hair.
My heart aches.
“I love you too,” I breathe. “So much.”
I may not be able to hunt down criminals and fight off dangers, but I can love him fiercely and unconditionally for the rest of my days. And maybe that will be enough.
I look up at him and he kisses me hard, like he can’t hold himself back any longer. I run my palms up his powerful chest, tasting him as his hand slides into my hair, tilting my head back so he can kiss me deeper. His mouth devours mine—hungry, rough, and barely holding back.
When he finally pulls away, I slowly drop to my knees. His chest is heaving as he watches me with a hungry look. “ Lucy …” he growls, voice dark and strained as I grab onto his belt. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to,” I whisper, my voice all shaky. It’s not shaking with fear, but with need . I’ve never done this before, but I’ve never wanted anyone so desperately like this before either. I want to thank him for saving me. I want to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. I want to please him. I want to taste him and feel his long hard cock in my mouth.
His eyes flare, hot and feral as I pull out his belt. “Fuck , girl. You’re killing me.”
I drop to my knees right there on the kitchen tiles, my fingers trembling as I pull down his zipper. He watches me, jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides like he’s trying not to touch me—like one wrong move and he’ll lose whatever control he’s clinging on to.
I slide his pants down to his ankles, sucking in a sharp breath when I see how big and hard he is. His massive erection is jutting out from behind those gray boxer briefs and for a second I wonder how that monster is going to fit inside me.
“ Jesus ,” I breathe as I stare at it in awe.
He’s huge .
I should have known since the rest of him is gigantic, but even if I had my suspicions, it’s still shocking to see in person.
My mouth waters and my breathing stops as I slide his boxer briefs down his muscular thighs. His erection snags on the material for a second and then pops out in front of my face—long, hard, and dripping with precum.
I freeze for a second, just staring at it, admiring it as it throbs in front of me. He doesn’t rush me. He just watches with those dark hungry eyes, breathing heavily, and letting me take my time.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” he growls. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
I slowly wrap my fingers around him and his whole body tenses. A fresh drop of precum beads at the tip, and I lean forward, licking it gently.
He lets out a sharp, guttural noise as I swallow it down. “ Mmmmmmm .”
I swirl my tongue around his big swollen head before taking him into my mouth, moaning as he stretches my jaw out.
He’s so big . My jaw is already aching .
“ Fuck …” he growls, one hand gripping the counter behind him as he buries the other one in my hair. “That mouth is heavenly.”
I grip his thick base and start moving my clenched lips up and down his shaft.
“ Yes ,” he growls as he pulls off his shirt and tosses it onto the ground. I slide my hand up his hard abs and they flex under my palm. He’s so fucking sexy.
I cup his big masculine balls as I pull him out of my mouth and start dragging my flat tongue up and down his underside. I swear it’s longer than my head and as thick as my wrist.
“Put it back in,” he begs, closing his eyes as I squeeze his thick base. “I want to feel your juicy lips wrapped around it.”
I take him back in, sucking him harder and faster. He groans so deep it vibrates through my chest.
“Fucking hell, Lucy. You're so good— too good…”
His head falls back as I add my hand to the mix, stroking his big dick while I suck him off.
“You have no idea what that mouth is doing to me,” he growls. “You keep going like that and I’m gonna cum, baby.”
The thought of it—of being the one to make him unravel—makes me bolder. It drives me wild. I take him in deeper, pushing myself, forcing him in past the pain, hands stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth as I suck harder and faster.
My eyes water and my hand cramps up, but I don’t stop. I keep going, desperate to get him off.
“That’s my good girl,” he gasps as tears roll down my cheeks. “Don’t stop…”
I grab his big muscular thighs and start rocking back and forth, only using my mouth to pleasure him. The erotic look in his eyes is so dark and sexy as he watches me coating his cock with my saliva. I can tell he’s close… The sharp breaths… The way he’s gripping that counter… The way his abs keep flexing tight…
He suddenly grips my head and holds his big dick inside me as he cums hard.
“ Fuck ,” he roars, throwing his head back and cursing non-stop as he holds his pulsating cock in my mouth. My wet pussy clenches tight as hot, thick streams of cum fill my mouth and slide down my eager throat.
“ Mmmmm ,” I moan as I greedily take every drop of him.
“Good girl,” he whispers as I slowly pull back, dragging my clenched lips along his shaft. “You’re fucking amazing.”
I pull him out with a pop , but I keep stroking his big dick as I wipe my wet lips and look up at him. His cock is not getting any softer and that look in his eyes is getting even more intense.
My heart pounds as his look turns ravenous . My pussy is aching knowing it’s about to have the ride of its life.
“Come here,” he says, pulling me up like he’s about to devour me.
I swallow hard as I get to my wobbly feet, my pussy on fire.
He grabs me under the arms and easily lifts me onto the counter, stepping between my legs as I brace myself on the edge, heart pounding out of control. I have to spread my legs all the way open just to have his large body fit between my thighs.
His hands go straight to the button of my jeans as his dark eyes linger on my mouth. “These,” he growls, his impatient voice thick with need, “are in my way.”
I can barely breathe as he pops the button and drags the zipper down. He steps to the side so I can put my legs together and pull my jeans down. Once they’re below my ass, he yanks them off like a caveman and tosses them halfway across the room. I love how he’s trying to keep himself in control for me but doing a shit job about it. It’s so hot knowing he’s barely hanging on. Knowing I’m the one doing that to him. I’m the one making him hard. I’m the one making him crazy.
He licks his lips as he looks at my soaked panties. I can’t help but whimper.
I’m drenched, and he knows it.
“Look how wet and juicy you are,” he says, sinking to his knees. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
I whimper as his big hands grip my thighs and he pulls me forward to the edge of the counter.
I swallow hard, my breath catching. “What are you?—”
“ Shhh ,” he whispers, eyes simmering as he hooks his fingers into my panties. “I’m gonna show you what it means to be mine.”
And then he slowly pulls them down, baring me to the cool air and his burning stare, and I swear I forget how to breathe.