Small in stature with long, dark hair and pale blue eyes, Addison had the alluring face of an angel and the smoking-hot body of a sinner. I’d seen her in all her naked glory a short while ago and I’d made note of the various tattoos that decorated her small body. Based on the art, she seemed quite fond of roses and butterflies.
I watched as Ben pulled Addison back onto his lap once more, wrapping his thick arms around her. She looked so fragile against him. My dick probably should’ve been on hiatus after the scene that had gone down a few minutes ago, yet it seemed to be rather interested in what was taking place in front of me.
What they were doing was completely innocent, of course, but my warped and twisted brain didn’t have a problem altering it, spinning it into something dark and dirty. I could easily envision Addison’s pale hands gliding over the smooth, dark skin of Ben’s back as he covered her body with his, filling her sweet little pussy with his monstrous cock. The two of them on my sofa or on my bed—it didn’t fucking matter—writhing and moaning as I sat back and watched.
Getting carried away, Parker.
Shit.
Unfortunately, the brilliant colors of Addison’s tattoos weren’t the only things that had caught my eye when I’d inspected those red welts on her backside. I’d also noticed a few scars that I certainly questioned after having dealt with that asshole she’d been with.
Which meant fantasizing about the two of them together was clearly a waste of time. The woman should’ve been traumatized after what that dickhead did to her.
Oh, I could tell she was trying to remain stoic, but sooner or later, she was going to break. The fact that Ben had his arms around her probably didn’t help her to keep those sturdy emotional walls in place, which was the very reason he was doing it.
Ben was good at reading people, knowing what they needed, how to talk to them, what to say to make them open up. I, on the other hand, wasn’t great with that sort of thing and I wasn’t afraid to admit it. Perhaps that was one of the reasons the two of us fit so well together.
If it were up to me, Addison wouldn’t be getting hugs and sweet words, the feisty little rebel would be getting what she really needed.
A good spanking.
Certainly not the abuse the asshole had dished out, obviously, but something to show her that her actions mattered, that her safety was important. She’d purposely let herself remain in a bad situation and she could’ve been seriously injured.
But I wasn’t a monster. I could table that for later. Spanking her right now wasn’t an option considering her mental and physical state. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Addison had been at the hands of an abuser. The fucker admitted to making her sleep on his goddamn porch.
Yeah. I probably should’ve kicked that loser’s ass when I’d had the chance. Only, that wasn’t how I handled things. I preferred to take the high ground whenever possible. However, there were a few things I absolutely couldn’t tolerate and a man beating a woman was one of them. Before Ben had nearly lost it on the guy, I’d been prepared to intervene. He’d merely beat me to it. Although rare, his fuse was sometimes shorter than mine.
While he might appear soft beneath the expensive suits or his submissive nature, that undoubtedly wasn’t the case. Underneath that cool, calm exterior he showed the world ninety-nine percent of the time was a man who had a definitive need to protect others.
It was one of the things I admired in my pup.
But none of that mattered anymore. The jackass had been dealt with. He was gone and the only thing left to deal with was the girl damaged by his actions.
Not that I was going to allow Josh Tudor to get away with a mere slap on the wrist. Master Edge could boot the guy out the front door a million times. That wouldn’t stop him from walking into someone else’s club and beating on another woman. I was going to make damn sure Josh got what was coming to him. And I would see to it personally.
For now, I would have to be content that he wouldn’t be coming back here tonight.
Nevertheless, I’d heard his tirade and his demand that someone should take care of Addison because she wasn’t welcome back to his place. He’d said a lot of other nasty shit as he was being escorted out, but I’d decided to extricate myself from the situation before I’d been in need of a good lawyer.
Now that I was staring at the girl who’d brought down the house with that scene, I wanted nothing more than to toss her over my shoulder and take her home with me. Not to coddle her, though. I was thinking more along the lines of dominating her, showing her that submission wasn’t about being a punching bag.
