Surviving His Scars (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 4)

Monroe

Unlocking my hotel room door, I walked in, tossing my purse and the bag that held my new dress on the small couch in the sitting room before going into the bedroom.

I’d still been exhausted that morning so I hadn’t unpacked, but my clothes were tossed everywhere, along with my makeup case and all my travel documents. Hastily, I began straightening everything up, not wanting G to think I was a total slob.

But as I fol

ded up one of my T-shirts and placed it in my open case, G stopped behind me. I felt the heat of his body as he brushed ever so slightly against me before he wrapped his arms around my waist. In the next moment, I was being lifted and placed on the end of the bed.

“I told you I was going to spank this luscious ass, precious,” he rasped close to my ear, causing me to shiver deliciously. “I don’t make idle threats.”

“G,” I whispered in a voice that shook with sudden nerves. And need. So much damn need, I ached.

“Shh,” he commanded quietly, positioning me on my hands and knees in front of him.

I felt the material of my jean shorts stretch tight over the curve of my ass. One of his hands rubbed up the middle of it, forcing a strangled moan from deep in my throat. My thighs trembled, my panties growing so wet, my inner thighs felt sticky from it. I clenched my knees together, but G made a disapproving noise and forced them apart once again.

Reaching around me, he unsnapped and unzipped my shorts and then pulled them down over my hips, along with my panties. He left them just below the curve of my ass, the cool air of the air conditioning causing goose bumps on my exposed, overheated flesh.

The feel of his rough hands touching each cheek made me whimper. I loved his touch, his hands so rugged and callused against my soft, untouched skin. He skimmed his thumbs over the underside of my left hip, then lower to my bare pussy. I heard his harsh inhale when he felt how wet I was for him.

A vicious curse left his lips seconds before his right hand landed heavily across my ass with a sharp slap. “Tell me you will never run from me again, Monroe,” he commanded. “Promise me you will stay where I can always watch over you. Protect you from the evil that lives in this world.”

“I…” My mouth felt as dry as a desert, and I quickly licked my lips. “I promise.”

Another slap landed across both cheeks, making me cry out in a mixture of pain and delight. I felt the vibrations in my pussy, and I clenched my eyes closed, fighting the mini orgasm he was causing to explode deep inside me.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His breathing was growing labored, his voice feral. Another slap had me pressing my face into the comforter-covered mattress to muffle my scream as I prayed for relief from the pleasure-filled torture his touch was producing. “Say it, precious. I need to hear you say that you are mine.”

I turned my head enough to gulp in deep, fortifying breaths. “I’m yours,” I moaned. “Only yours, G.”

With one more slap, he pushed me flat onto the bed and followed me down, his body blanketing mine. I felt the hardness of his erection as he pressed against me and cupped my pussy. I spread my legs, sobbing his name when he thrust two fingers deep inside me. He strummed his thumb over my clit, and I was finished.

“G!” I screamed, my entire body convulsing from the intensity of my orgasm.

“I have you, Monroe,” he murmured soothingly, kissing my temple over and over again while his fingers stroked me through the aftershocks of my release.

Out of breath, all I could do was lie there. My body felt ultrasensitive and not entirely my own anymore. I didn’t even know a person could go off that fast. I hadn’t ever been able to get myself there that quickly; sometimes I couldn’t get there at all, no matter how desperately I wanted to.

I was kind of mad at my body for being so weak where G was concerned. The whole reason I’d come to Italy was to put distance between us and get over him. Instead, I’d spread my legs and gotten off in two seconds flat at the first touch of his hands on me. Apparently I had zero willpower where this guy was concerned.

“You’re thinking too hard, precious,” G murmured, his lips touching my cheek. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

I wrapped my fingers around his thick wrist and pulled his hand from between my legs before turning so I could see his face. “Why are you here, G?”

“For you,” he answered, without hesitation. “I missed you. And you weren’t wearing the medallion, so I couldn’t protect you.”

“Why does it bother you so much?” I demanded, sitting up and fixing my clothes. My jean shorts and panties were around my knees, making my cheeks burn. I couldn’t even last long enough for him to get me naked. “It’s not your job to protect me.”

“You belong to me, Monroe. It’s my responsibility to protect what is mine,” he said in a quiet voice. “Don’t be angry with me.”

“I’m not mad at you,” I muttered, scooting to the edge of the bed, I stood, needing distance from him. When he was so close, I felt weak and helpless. As if I couldn’t think clearly unless he was touching me. Yet, when he did touch me, I lost all common sense.

“Liar,” he said from behind me.

“I’m upset with myself, not you,” I told him honestly. “This trip was to get over you, not fall into bed with you two minutes after you showed up. You don’t even want me.”

“I never said that,” he argued.