Thank fuck for that.
But it’s the building, not her. It’s old, crumbling. Dated and worn.
It’s no place for her. No place for the younger woman I’m going to make mine and I decide on the spot that she is evicted. Starting right fucking now.
She’s evicted from her old, shitty life and she’s coming home with me.
I lean in closer, studying her perfect skin and listening as she breathes gently now, all the fear gone from her with only a slight smile playing on her ruby red lips. Simple gloss, no slutty war paint. Fuck, she’s perfect!
I almost wish I had a third hand to touch myself, to relieve some of this aching pressure building up inside, but I know it would be useless.
Her small, soft hands are the only thing I want touching me. I want to see my thick cock being squeezed between those perfect tits as she fucks me with them, bobbing my swollen head in her mouth as I hold that soft, sweet hair of hers…
I groan out loud, and suddenly flush with embarrassment.
Her eyes have fluttered open and there’s a chorus of groans from outside as well.
Marco’s awake and so is my cock. I’ve got a raging hard on, holding the claim I’m yet to stake and she looks like she’s just woken up from a wet dream I just know involved me.
CHAPTER THREE
Trudi
Coming to in Kane’s arms is like waking up on a cloud made of pure man, muscle and musk. His scent is soothing, exciting and arousing all at once, but his shining eyes and… is that something in his pocket pressing against me… is it his…?
Oh my lord I think I’m about to have another of those gushing spells if it is…
I watch as my own hand instinctively goes up to his face, tracing his angled jawline, which is smooth but draws a rough growl from him as his eyes narrow on mine. He squeezes me tighter, closer to him and I hear a little gasping sound escape me which makes his eyes flash wider again.
“You’re mine, Trudi. I’ve got you now.”
“But I…” I try to protest and his purring growl silences me, telling me that everything’s going to be alright from now on.
And I just know that it will be, somehow.
I can hear voices from behind him. Marco’s I recognize, but there’s something else. Someone who doesn’t sound like such an asshole.
Kane turns around, still holding me like I weigh nothing and the light through the doorway dazzles me for a moment, and I can see Marco being pinned to the wall by a short, bald and angry looking man who I just know is a cop.
I’ve waitressed long enough to know plus I think I’ve seen this one at the diner.
“Anybody else in there?” he calls out, huffing between breaths and speaking over Marco who’s unhappy about being leveled and then being arrested for taking a swing at who he thought was his attacker but turns out it’s somebody else.
“Police! Anybody else in there? Don’t make me… Oh! I beg your pardon, I didn’t realize you were here Mr. Barret, I was just…”
Kane steps into the doorway, recognizable through the screen and although he’s still holding me the detective recognizes him instantly.
“You got here just in time...”
“Detective Sloane,” the cop says.
Sloane registers Kane still holding me, but I can still feel his hardness pressing into my rump so I figure it’s as good a reason as any to keep me in his arms.
“Wanna tell me what happened here?” Sloane asks, opening the screen door and inviting us both out with his hand.
Kane growls and sets me down, but I feel his strong hand on my shoulder, keeping me slightly in front of him, his groin pressing into my back the whole time which makes me see spots, my knees tremble as my whole body feels the thrill of his firm touch.
“I’m the new owner of this building,” Kane begins and I hear myself gulp first, then Marco, who’s suddenly looking up at Kane in a new light, his face flushed with embarrassment now instead of rage.
“I was coming up the stairs, when I observed this man assaulting one of my tenants. I stepped in between them and then he… well. I defended myself as well as my tenant,” he says matter of fact. His voice so powerful, so firm and commanding it would convince anyone who heard it, even Marco’s nodding his head.
“Well, our friend here took a swipe at me, too Mr. Barret. I’ll have a uniform come take him downtown. I was just across the way here when I heard an argument.”
Kane makes an inquiring sound, pulling me back into him again and I feel my chest stiffen with delight as one of his hands rests on my hip, squeezing me closer. It takes everything I have not to moan out loud, to keep my head forward, but Kane somehow manages to keep talking as if I’m just his chubby tenant who he’s just rescued and he’s staying close for moral support.
“…Homicide,” Sloane says gravely, and Kane clicks his tongue.
“Rough area?” he asks earnestly, growling low again as Sloane nods his head.
“You picked a interesting neighborhood to invest in, Mr. Barret. I hope your touch can turn things around in this neck of the woods. A lot of people are hurting financially,” he adds.
I can feel Kane nodding, feel him thinking about so many things all at once. Calmly, decidedly. And I know from the rigid line running up my back that his foremost thought is still me, which makes me shudder another breath in.
Sloane suddenly observes the pink slip, picking it up from the ground.
“Looks official, Mr. Barret. If she’s out, she’s out. Pending an appeal, but if you’re the new owner, I can’t see how we could force this issue… especially seeing as it’s you…” The detective lowers his eyes, flushing with nothing short of what
