Chapter 11
Whitley
“Mack!” I hiss, jumping up from the couch. As I hurry to put my clothes on, he tosses his phone on the table.
“We weren’t finished.” My eyes flick to the front of his pants.
His cock is pressing against them and wanting back out.
I can feel Mack’s release between my thighs, and my sex throbs.
I’m not sure if it’s from having him stuffed inside and stretching me to fit him or because I want to do it all over again.
“What’s wrong with you!?”
“Nothing besides you putting your clothes back on.” He frowns. His expression is one of actual confusion. Maybe he’s truly lost control.
“How could you say those things to my father?” My dad isn’t even here, and I’m blushing. I’m sure at this very moment, he’s losing his temper, and I feel sorry for anyone back at the house.
“He needs to know you’re not his little girl anymore.” A rush of warmth fills my chest. I’m Mack’s little girl now, and I want that so badly.
“He’ll kill you.” It hurts me to say those three words out loud. I’ll go back behind the gates before I let anyone get hurt over me. Especially Mack. He’s done everything to save me.
“He can try.” Mack shrugs, not one bit scared or worried. I’m going to get this man killed. If my father found me once, he’ll do it again, so it’s only a matter of time. Mack closes the space between us and strokes my cheek to try and calm me down. “Everything is going to be fine.”
“We don’t know that,” I whisper.
“I know I’m not letting him take you from me. He needs to start understanding that.” I love that he’s willing to stand up to my dad because most would never dare. In fact, Mack is the only person I’ve seen do it before today. Still, it scares me.
I take a step back from him, and it’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. His hand falls away from my cheek as I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.
“Maybe I should go back.”
Mack’s hands form into fists at his side. “No.”
“No?”
“No,” he says again.
“I thought it was my choice,” I remind him.
He gave me options when we got here, along with a list of possibilities. The whole disappearing thing is off the table because Mack won't disappear with me. He has his family to think about.
If I vanish again after what Mack said to my father, it would be signing his death certificate. Maybe if I go back, I could plead with my father to spare him.
“Things have changed.” His tone is flat, and I guess I’m seeing the other side of Mack. The one he tried to warn me about. I didn’t listen because I didn't want to, but I saw it flash in his eyes when he thrust his cock inside of me. His need for me consumed him, and it was intoxicating to watch.
“Because we had sex? Oh wait, that was fucking.”
“Careful,” he warns, and the calm in his tone is gone. A thrill runs through my body for some reason, and it seems Mack has opened the floodgates on my lust.
“What? You just said the same crude things to my father,” I remind him.
“I was making a point.”
“Well, clearly I got it too.” I fold my arms over my chest.
“I didn’t fuck you. I claimed you. That changes everything. You’re not going anywhere.” I narrow my eyes on him, trying to hold on to my anger. It should be easy with the things he’s saying, but somehow my resolve is wavering.
“My father tried to keep me,” I point out. I’m not sure if I’m doing it for him or me because I love the idea of Mack never letting me go.
“I’m not your father,” he fires back.
“You can’t keep me either.”
“I stole you. The first night I walked into that club and saw you, I knew exactly what I was going to do.”
“You think it will be that easy?” I challenge, and it’s like I’m purposely poking a grizzly bear.
“I don’t care if it’s easy or hard. Either way, it’s the same outcome.” I take another step back, and he shakes his head in warning.
“I need the bathroom,” I lie, and he cocks his head to the side, staring me down. Mack knows I’m lying.
“All right, but be quick. Like I said, we're far from done.”
I bolt for the front door, and I’m shocked I make it there and manage to get it open. My feet hit the porch, and I almost make it to the ground before an arm snags me from behind and pulls me back inside. Mack tosses me over his shoulder and smacks my ass.
“You could have given me a little more of a head start.” I pout, and Mack kicks the door closed before flipping the lock.
“Not tonight. You don’t have shoes on, and it’s dark.” He drops me down onto a soft bed, and I scramble to my knees to face him. “But we both know with a head start or not, I’ll still catch you.”
“I don’t want to run from you,” I admit.
“But you like me chasing you,” he says, and I peek up at him through my lashes.
“Isn’t that weird? I ran from being held captive by my father, but with you I kinda love the idea.”
“Kinda?” He pushes for me to say more as I place my hands on his chest.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s selfish that I’m not really trying to get away.”
A sexy chuckle comes from him. “If anyone is selfish, it’s me.” His hands go to my hips and pull me flush against him.
I’m kneeling on the side of the bed, and his hard length presses into my stomach. Our eyes meet, and his possessive gaze is hungrier than ever.
“You’re not selfish,” I say softly.
“I took your virginity on the couch like a teenage boy that couldn’t help himself,” he grumbles.
“I know.” I run my hands up his chest, remembering how good it felt. “And I loved every second of it.” It felt like I was making up for some of the lost moments I didn’t get when I was younger. “I love it even more when you lose control.”
“Don’t tell me that,” he groans, not wanting me to encourage him.
“How about you take it from me in bed this time?”
I let myself fall backwards onto the bed and open my legs. I want to get lost in him and forget about everything else for a while. My back barely touches the blanket before Mack is on me.
He’s taking away the last bit of loneliness from my soul and replacing it with his love.