Chapter 33
EMRIS
I can’t describe the anger coursing through my blood right now, and the fact that Peter had his hands on her makes me want to inflict so much pain on him. I want to end him in the most brutal way possible.
His nasty, stained hands touched my girl.
My perfect angel.
The second I realized Brielle wasn’t by the car, I panicked.
I thought maybe she ran. That I’d given her the perfect opportunity to take off, and part of me doubted she took that chance to leave me.
But when I think about everything we’ve been through together these past few weeks…
the precious moments where she’s softened toward me, and how she willingly let my cousin’s in without a second thought.
How she let me kiss her and not fight me tooth and nail.
There’s no mistaking the shift between us, and the logical part of my brain is telling me she wouldn’t just leave.
I ran into the lobby, knocking into whoever was in my fucking way, and looked around, hoping I’d see her somewhere, but she was nowhere in sight.
The bar was the closest place, so I went there.
Maybe she was thirsty or needed to use the bathroom.
That’s when I saw Peter with his hands on her.
She was backed against the wall, and Peter was standing way too close.
She looked equally pissed and uncomfortable. I’m just glad I got there when I did.
What if he tried taking her? Men like Peter know exactly how to do it. It’s obvious he’s been doing this for a while now, and Brielle could’ve been next.
A bullet to the brain is what Peter deserves, and I wish I would’ve given him just that the first time I met him at the strip club.
Brielle winces next to me in the passenger seat. Shit, I’m holding her hand too hard.
“Sorry,” I mumble, loosening my grip but not letting go because I can’t handle not touching her right now.
It’s taking everything in me not to drive back to James Towers and demand Archer to tell me where I can find Peter and blow his fucking brains out so he can never hurt another woman again.
“What’s wrong?” Brielle asks, her forehead creased with worry.
“Nothing—” I begin, but she pulls her hand away from mine. My head snaps in her direction as she sends me a nasty glare.
“Tell me what’s wrong, Emris,” Brielle demands, turning slightly in her seat to look at me.
“That sick motherfucker. I could’ve lost you tonight, Brielle, and that doesn’t sit well with me.
Not one fucking bit,” I say, trying not to raise my voice too much, but it’s fucking hard.
My control feels like it’s slipping. At any moment, my top is going to pop off, and anyone in my way is going to pay.
“Wha—what do you mean? That man? He was being a pig, yeah, but I was fine, Emris.” Brielle has no clue who Peter is, and her not knowing has now put her in even more danger.
All because I wanted to keep her in the dark.
If she knew why we had to leave the hotel in a hurry, she wouldn’t have gone anywhere alone, but she assumed she was safe. And goddamn it! She should have been.
My hands are shaking with anger, and I need an outlet before this becomes something worse.
I need her.
There are only a few cars on the highway beside Carson and us, and he’s been ahead of us since we left. I jerk the wheel to the right side of the road, and the change from the smooth pavement to dirt and rocks under the tires makes Brielle shout as she reaches for the handle on the roof.
After putting the car in park, I unbuckle and throw my door open before slamming it. The need to fuck her is all-consuming. I need her, and I need her now. Not wasting any time, I pull her door open and move her the way I need her.
“Jesus, Emris—” Her head hits the middle console, one hand gripping the dash and the other the back of her seat.
I quickly find the button to her jeans and pop it open, pulling them down her legs until she’s only left in black panties, which comes off even quicker.
There’s no light out, only the glow from the moon above, and it looks beautiful bouncing off her fair skin.
I lean down, pulling her shirt up and revealing her matching black bra. Tugging the cups down until her nipples—a perfect fucking pink—fall out. I bring my mouth down to her nipple and suck it into my mouth and Brielle’s back arches from the seat when I bite down.
“You’re the only one for me, baby. I’ll kill anyone who even dares look at you the wrong way.”
Moving to give the other nipple the same attention, she moans out as I bring my hand up to pinch the other one, and her head falls back past the console.
“Brielle. I need—” I pause, not knowing if she’s going to be up for this, but fuck. It’s what I need, but after Peter, I don’t want to push her. She looks up at me and must see the hesitation on my face, already putting together what I’m thinking.
“I’m okay, Emris. I promise.” She reassures me. I don’t think my cock can ache for someone more than it already does. It’s fucking painful.
A smile takes over my face, knowing this is the only woman I’ll ever need.
Doing exactly as she granted me to do, I grip her by the back of her head, my hand buried in her hair as I pull her with me.
She comes willingly, the hunger in her eyes growing more every second.
She loses her footing and falls to the dirt right outside the car.
The rocks are probably digging into her knees, but she doesn’t seem to give a fuck.
I reach down and rip her bra off, leaving her completely naked for me on the side of a highway, where at any minute someone could drive by and see, but I don’t fucking care.
Let them see. Then it’ll give me a reason to kill them.
I undo my belt and drop my pants just enough before reaching inside my underwear and dragging my cock out, a bead of liquid gleaming at the tip. Her palms grip my thighs, and slowly she leans forward, planting a kiss on the tip.
I groan.
She puts her mouth everywhere but where I need it. Although I love feeling her lips on me, right now I need them wrapped tightly around my cock.
As if reading my mind, she licks the underside of my length oh so fucking slowly as her gaze meets mine.
She smiles at me as if wanting to drag this out and drive me nuts, but then her mouth closes around the head of my cock. I moan again and curl my fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.
“Brielle,” I say in a voice that I’ve never heard from myself before. Desperation, I realize. I’m fucking desperate for this woman even when she’s on her knees for me.
She sucks me down, and I can’t stop moaning her name as my heart swells and my balls feel like they’re going to burst. I thrust my hips and feel my cock slide down her throat.
Fuck.
This is better than a dream.
Brielle hollows her cheeks, and I can’t hold back any longer. My cum hits the back of her throat, and she takes every damn drop. But I’m not done yet. I need so much more of her.
I pull her up from the ground and set her ass on the edge of the seat, my knees barely able to hold myself up with what little room we have to work with in the car, but I make it work.
Gripping her thighs, I spread them apart as wide as they can go before lining the tip of my cock up with her soaking wet pussy and thrusting into her until I bottom out.
Brielle cries out and clings to me.
My cock is sensitive, but I push through, wanting to feel her come around me. The car moves as I pound into her. I never want this to end. She feels like the exact missing piece. The one thing that was missing to make me whole once again.
Brielle comes on me two times before I allow myself to fill her pussy up with my cum. When I finally pull out, I kneel in front of her and keep her legs spread while I watch our mixed releases leak out of her pretty pink pussy.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I tell her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her swollen clit.