Protect Me (Broken Heroes 2)

Damon breaks the kiss before it turns into something more, leaving me panting with need. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, baby.”

I can feel his hardening cock against my leg, and I want to tell him I know exactly what I’m asking for, but Damon continues talking.

“I’d love nothing more than to take your begging pussy, but you need a break after last night. So how about we go get some breakfast before I change my mind—because I can guarantee you wouldn’t want me to take you again right now.”

I nibble on my bottom lip mischievously. “And why is that? You don’t know what I want?”

Damon smirks. A predatory look fixes his eyes. “I did everything I could last night to make your first time everything you could have ever wanted, but right now, I want to fuck you like an animal in heat.”

I shiver, but I’m positive it’s not from fear—not when the muscles in my belly tighten.

“The idea is intriguing, but I can’t control myself right now—and I won’t hurt you. So get your beautiful ass out of bed and help me make breakfast.”

My brow furrows. “You cook?”

Damon untangles himself from my body and climbs out of bed.

“I don’t like having people in my house. I have someone who cleans once a week, but that’s it—and usually, I’m here when she is. But I don’t want staff around, and I don’t want to eat take-out every night. That’s left me with one single option: cook for myself.”

It dawns on me what this house means to Damon and why he’s so different here compared to how he is at the club—or anywhere else.

This place is his sanctuary. It’s the only place he can be himself. The only place he doesn’t have to pretend to be anything else. He doesn’t have to be a hardened criminal here because there’s no one to answer to.

“So, you don’t like having me in your house?” I ask playfully.

“You’re the exception to any and all my rules—not that it would matter anyway. This place is as much your home as it is mine. Now, come put some clothes on. My self-control is withering away as we speak.”

I smile, loving that I have some kind of hold over him. He wants to protect me. He wants me safe and unharmed, and that makes my heart beat faster inside my chest.

I watch him get dressed, my gaze greedily taking in his every movement. As soon as I stand, I feel the tenderness between my legs. My thighs are sticky, and I turn around noticing a smattering of blood against the sheets.

Damon’s gaze moves from my face to the bed sheets, and I know he’s watching me piece the puzzle together.

“Blood is normal after the first time. It’s nothing to be scared of, and there shouldn’t be any next time. It wasn’t from me taking you too roughly, because I can assure you I didn’t take you as hard as I could have—nor as hard as I wanted to.”

My cheeks heat at the thought. My body burning up, and my insides tingling with desire.

“I know you didn’t, and I know you were holding back.”

Damon’s jaw clenches in a way that makes me think he might be mad. Does he think he’s weak for being so kind to me? Or maybe he’s worried I thought he acted like a savage. But didn’t I? I thought he’d take me as he had all the other women he’d been with.

“I’m sorry if I offended you. I didn’t mean it like that. I just know you were trying to be kind—that you didn’t want to hurt me.” I’m digging a deeper hole.

When Damon doesn’t say anything, I decide to shut up and take a shower.

“I think I’m going to take a quick shower before I get dressed.”

I feel awkward now, and I hate it. I ruined a good morning all because I couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut.

Feeling shameful, I start toward the bathroom when a hand on my shoulder halts my movements. Damon’s grip tightens as he turns me into his chest. Two fingers bring my chin upward, and I’m forced to look at him.

“It’s okay to see me as the monster I am, Keira, but it’s not okay to assume I would ever hurt you. I care for you like I’ve never cared for anyone, and just because I fuck like a beast doesn’t mean I’d take you that way. I can control myself. I can put the monster away to give you a piece of my heart.”

I don’t even realize I have tears in my eyes until I feel the damn things sliding down my cheeks. I nod, pressing up on my tiptoes to kiss him. He lets me, but only briefly. Then he releases me, his eyes blazing with need.