Page 80 of Unruly

I step back and notice the blood everywhere—on the floor, on my jeans, on the sole of my boot.

I don’t care.

When I turn around, Halle is standing a few feet away, a stack of bar towels clutched in her hands. She’s staring at Zach’s body, at my boot, at the blood spreading across the floor. Her face is pale, eyes glassy with shock. She hasn’t moved since she came back.

I walk toward her slowly, then reach for her, taking the towels from her hands and letting them fall to the floor. Her eyes are glassy and unfocused, like she’s going into shock. I cup her face with both hands, tilting it up so she has to look at me, her skin is ice cold.

“Halle,” I say, my voice low. “Look at me.”

She blinks slowly, like she’s coming back from somewhere far away. Her hands are still shaking.

I don’t give her time to drift again.

I kiss her hard, my mouth crashing against hers like I’m trying to drag her back into her body by force. One hand fists in her hair at the base of her skull while the other locks around her waist, yanking her flush against me. She tastes like fear and adrenaline and the faint metallic tang of blood.

She makes a small, broken sound against my mouth and clutches at my shirt like it’s the only solid thing left to ground her.

I don’t let her pull away.

I kiss her deeper, rougher, until she’s gasping into my mouth. When I finally break the kiss, I keep my forehead pressed to hers, breathing hard.

“I will always do whatever it takes to protect you,” I tell her, voice dark. “You hear me? Always.”

She nods once, shaky, but her eyes are still a little distant.

She’s going in shock, but I need her here, with me, not lost in her head. Fuck. I slide my hand from her waist down to her hip, then lower, gripping her ass hard enough to make her gasp. My cock is already hard, has been since I watched her pull that trigger and stand her ground like a fucking queen. The violence, the way she looked at me afterward, the blood on the floor … it’s all mixing with something raw and possessive in my chest.

I’m losing her—I see the disassociation in her eyes.

I grip her chin and make her look at me again.

“On your knees, Darlin’.”

Her breath catches, and for a second, I think she might hesitate, but then she sinks down in front of me without a word, eyes flicking up to mine. Zach’s body is still on the floor ten feet away, but I don’t give a fuck.

I unbuckle my belt with one hand, the other still tangled in her hair. I pull my cock out—thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip.

“Open,” I say, voice low and coaxing, and she behaves, parting her lips, her tongue out “That’s it. Good girl.”

I slide the head of my cock against her tongue, slow at first. She’s still a little dazed, but when I push deeper, she moans softly around me, and I feel it straight down my spine.

“Fuck, just like that.” I groan, guiding her head with my hand in her hair. “Suck me, Halle. I need to feel that deadly mouth of yours.”

Her tongue slides along the underside of my shaft and her cheeks hollow as she takes me deeper. My hips twitch forward on instinct, and I watch her in awe while trying not to come instantly.

Her thighs are pressed together, and she’s shifting on her knees, subtly grinding down like she’s trying to get friction. Her breathing is getting heavier around my cock. She’s turned on. Really fucking turned on.

A dark, filthy thrill runs through me.

I push my boot forward, between her spread knees.

“Ride it. Rub that needy pussy on my boot while you suck my dick. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

Her eyes flutter, and for a second, she looks almost embarrassed, but then she lowers herself and starts rocking her hips in slow, desperate rolls against the leather of my boot. I can feel the heat of her even through the leather. She moans around my cock, the vibration shooting straight through me.

“That’s it,” I growl, tightening my grip in her hair and fucking her mouth a little deeper. “Good fucking girl. Look at you, sucking my cock and getting yourself off on my boot like a good little slut for me.”

She whimpers, hips moving faster. Her hands come up to grip my thighs for balance as she takes me deeper, eyes watering but never looking away from mine.