Page 73 of Under Kid’s Protection

Helpless against her, he did as she commanded and met her gaze.

She took hold of his face, ensuring he couldn’t hide. “You brought me out of darkness, away from the abyss. Without you, I never would have survived. I owe you everything.”

“No.” He shook his head.

He wanted to say that anyone would’ve done it. There wasn’t anything special about how he helped her. Any decent guy would’ve. Except he wasn’t a decent man. He wore the title of coldhearted asshole proudly. Yet around her, he wanted to be a gentleman, but he didn’t have any clue how to be that. No one had ever taught him or shown him what a good guy was supposed to be.

“I’m going to ruin you.” Tears burned his eyes.

What the hell was wrong with him? Was he really about to cry over a woman? Who was he anymore?

“Please do,” she whispered and leaned in and closed her eyes.

Her silken lips brushed against his. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tightened every muscle in his body. She didn’t understand what he was capable of. He couldn’t show her.

He shouldn’t do this.

She pressed herself against him, lowered her hands, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The pressure against his mouth increased. Passion flowed through her and into him.

That broke him. This waif of a woman had destroyed everything Kid understood about himself.

“Don’t say that,” he growled as he stepped forward, forcing her backward. “You don’t know what that means.”

“I do,” she assured him. “Do it.” More kisses peppered his face, chipping away at his resolve.

“Carrie,” he pleaded.

Since when did he beg? What had she done to him? No one was supposed to have this kind of power over him.

“I want you, Colt,” she said.

They kept moving until the counter prevented their progress.

“Don’t deny me.”

Kid shattered. “I could never.” Palming the back of her head, he brought his face to hers and kissed her with a fierce possession surging through him to claim her as his own.

He’d fought this for far too long. Continuing to do so was the equivalent of pissing in the wind. Time had come for him to give in to what he’d always wanted.

Carrie.

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Carrie

What was happening? Carrie had lost any and all sense. Kid did that to her. He broke her down raw. She had no defenses against him, and she didn’t want them.

The two of them clung to each other, holding on for dear life. If she let go, she wasn’t sure what would happen. This could be a dream. Would he evaporate into dust?

Frantically, their hands roved each other’s bodies, pulling items of clothing off, practically shredding them. Exposing red-hot flesh to be kissed and bitten. His fingers dug into her ass as he pressed his teeth against her neck so hard she thought he sought blood.

She groaned, and her pussy quaked at the idea of wearing a mark of his—other than the flower he’d inked on her—something more personal, less decorative, and far more feral.

“If we do this, there is no going back.” His words heated her ear and sent a shiver of arousal through her body.

“I don’t want to go back,” she moaned, reaching between them and into his boxer briefs. His thick erection swelled in her grasp.

Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she pumped down and back up. She squeezed the flared tip as pre-cum dripped from the thick ring piercing him. Suddenly, she was parched and wanted nothing more than to lick every drop from him.