Protect Me (Broken Heroes 2)

This is just about Damon and me now.

I watch Damon visibly swallow. His body shakes as he lifts his hand, placing it over mine. His grip is harsh but warm, and I enjoy the contact of his skin against mine.

“Let me guide you,” he says, exhaling a harsh breath as he moves his hand with mine over his length. His eyes peer into mine, fire flickering in his gaze, threatening to burn me alive.

His movements are slow at first, as if he’s enjoying the mere contact of my hand against his cock. After a few more strokes, his hand grips mine tighter, and our pace moves together faster. Semen glistens at the edge of his cock, and my pussy quivers at the sight of it.

“Is…?” My voice shakes. “Am I doing it right?” I question, though I’m certain I am based on the sight before me. Damon’s head tips back. His body is on full display, and I take the second to drink every toned inch of him in. He is a beautiful, insanely dark man, but he has a soft side, a side I want to delve into deeper.

“Fuck. Fuck yes, baby, you’re doing all of it right.”

I smile and continue letting him guide my hand, knowing next time I’ll definitely be able to do this on my own. I peer up at him, excitement burning through me. His grip becomes harsh, and my hand starts to throb beneath his. He moves fluidly, and I become mesmerized watching the head of his cock disappear in and out of our joined hands.

“Keira…” he sighs, his body tensing, his chest heaving.

Seconds later, he comes, his seed spilling onto the sheets—well, some gets on our hands. His body shudders with aftershocks, and he relaxes his grip whiles his cock begins to soften in our hands.

I release him and gaze down at the liquid staining the sheets.

Damon grips my chin and forces my eyes to his, then he leans in. His full lips are so close, I can feel the heat of them against my own.

“I might be a fucking asshole. I might do shit that scares you, and even if I don’t mean to, I may hurt you sometimes. I’m not perfect. I’m a sick and twisted man. But one thing will always remain the same—I will not let you go now. If you run, I will catch you. If you hide, I will find you. You cannot escape me. Ever. You fucking belong to me, now and forever.”

His words are possessive, and I want to respond to tell him I agree. But I don’t think he needs to hear me say yes. He already knows how much I need and want him.

His lips crash into mine, sealing his words with a promise.

An unsaid vow. A secret.

And that declaration almost scares me more than seeing him as the monster he claims himself to be.

Chapter 10

Damon

I can’t take my eyes off her. She wasn’t supposed to mean anything to me, but now she’s wormed her way inside my soul inside my heart[A1]. The thought of giving her something I only gave to one other woman in my life scares me.

It terrifies me.

I loved my mother once—before I knew love was nothing more than a weakness. And all she did was turn her head, letting my father abuse my brother and I. She said she loved us. How could she not? Isn’t a mother supposed to love their children by default? No matter what? If that’s so, then love doesn’t mean anything—or so I thought.

The scars I bare are almost unnoticeable to the naked eye, but they’re a stark reminder that no one protects you from the monsters in the dark but you. No one cares for you—even if you are weak and can’t care for yourself.

As I peer over at Keira in the passenger seat of my Cadillac, I’m confronted, for the first time in my life, with the idea of loving someone other than myself.

In the past, I had no one to protect me when I couldn’t protect myself, but I won’t let Keira suffer the same fate. I know she can’t fight this alone. A battle against my brother is a losing one if she faces him alone. So I promise myself I won’t let her down. I will do everything in my power to protect her. I’ll give her the protection my mother failed to provide me.

When I pull into the parking lot of her old apartment complex, I see Keira’s tiny body tremble.

Doesn’t she know she doesn’t have to be scared with me by her side?

“We’re just going inside to get some of your shit, and we’ll be back out to the car in a flash.” I give her a calming smile, but she doesn’t return one—in fact, she seems to clam up more.