Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
The world is still fresh and new to her. She's tasted freedom and thinks she's safe. I'll never tell her any differently. But I'm not stupid. I know she's not safe simply because she's out of sight. With Dante and Dimitri moving here, she'll have a target on her back again. She'll never know that though. She'll never see it. I won't allow her to spend the rest of her life like she spent the first seventeen years—locked up and living in fear. She's had more than enough of that.
It's my job to eliminate any threat that comes for her. She'll never know about them, never have time to fear them. For the rest of her life, I'll be the thing standing between her and anything that means her harm. Me and my brothers. We'll protect her, just like we protect Hadley, Kyra, Samara, Catriona, and London.
I have a feeling Dante and Dimitri will be around to help. Whatever business drew them here…I doubt it's the legal kind. And I doubt they picked this place at random. If the cartels are involved, I'm guessing they're here because she's here, because they'll never let them close to her again. They almost lost her once. Only a fool would risk her twice. Her uncle and brother are far from fools.
I'm not entirely sold on either of them yet, but it's clear they love her. It's equally as clear she idolizes them. I'll swallow my own fucking tongue before I make her unhappy fighting with them. We'll sing kumbaya around the goddamn campfire if it makes her happy. Whatever it takes to keep her smiling. That's my priority now. My princess. Her world. What she needs.
"Then be honest, baby doll," I croon, sliding my hand around her throat to crane her head back. Her bright eyes lock on mine as if she's unable to look away. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"Do you want to marry me because you think you have to marry me?"
"What?"
"You think you're too old for me and that what we do is bad," she whispers. "You think it makes you bad." Her bottom lip quivers. "D-do you really want to marry me, or do you feel like you have to do it because it's the right thing to do?"
I gape at her, shocked by the question. Horrified by the tears swimming in her eyes. My god, she really has no idea, does she? Even though that's my fault, it pisses me off. Maybe it pisses me off because it's my fault. Because it's intolerable that this girl doesn't already know that my heart beats for her and her alone. It has since the moment I set eyes on her.
"Arms up," I growl, grabbing the hem of her shirt.
"Jude."
"Arms up, princess."
She huffs and then reluctantly lifts her arms, allowing me to strip her shirt off her. I toss it to the floor and then reach for the clasp on her bra. It's gone in two seconds, stripped off her gorgeous body and tossed on the floor with her shirt. Her pants and panties go next, discarded in a heap where they fall.
When she stands naked in front of me, wearing nothing but my marks and an adorable scowl, I drop to my knees in front of her, worshipping at her feet where I belong. And goddamn, the view from here is phenomenal. Her skin glows in the lamplight, my marks dark blotches that stand in contrast to her perfection.
"Jude," she whispers. "What are you doing?"
"Preparing to beg the woman I love to marry me."
She gasps, the sweetest little sound of surprise.
"I am too old for you, princess," I say, staring up at her in complete adoration. "Compared to you, I'm a fucking dinosaur. You got that part right. But the rest of what you said? You couldn't be more wrong. I tried to stay away from you for eight months because I was afraid you would be horrified by the things I wanted from you. I didn't give you enough credit, but you were made for me in every fucking way imaginable." I run my lips up her legs, kissing all over her trembling thighs. "You were made to be daddy's little princess."
"Daddy," she moans.
"The only bad thing about what we do," I growl, gently easing her legs apart with my hands on her thighs. She steps out, widening her stance for me. "Is when we stop." I lean forward, spearing my tongue through her folds. "When I have to stop licking this little princess cunt." I run my tongue in circles around her clit, making her cry out for daddy. "Or this tasty little asshole." I rub my finger over her back entrance. "Or when daddy has to take his dick out of you." I press my thumb to her opening, pushing it inside her.