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Danger is never hidden in the shadows. It haunts in the daylight.
I've watched her grow up since we were teenagers. This gorgeous little doll—my obsession—even if a man like me has never had any business desiring something so pure. Not that it stops me; I’m her brother’s best friend with a past marked by death and a future that promises to bathe the streets of Miami with the blood of her enemies.
In her name. As a future wedding gift.
Because someone was stupid enough to hurt those she loves. And while she gets closer to the answers she seeks, to finding her father’s killer, I indulge her while stalking her every move. Let her dig and tempt danger while my finger’s always on the trigger:
My angel hunts within the darkness I control while I execute. She has a hold on me no amount of time can break.
Yet someone ignored my one rule:
Most things in life can be forgiven—all except this...
Never touch what belongs to me.
And Liliana Armas is just that. Mine.
MICAH
“My precious little rebel,” I groan from the foot of her bed, fist tight as I stroke my cock. Roughly. Hungrily. Taking in the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest under the soft glow of a nearby salt lamp. How she grips a shirt I recognize as mine, an old championship baseball memento from high school, in her tiny fist while her mouth gives a slight seductive pout.
A tiny one; unconsciously coquettish and the cause of my moment of weakness. My torment.
I want to paint that sinful mouth with my come. Glide my seed across the plump flesh as if it were that watermelon-flavored lip gloss she loves so much, and I make sure she’s never without.
Because without her knowledge, her every need is taken care of by me. No one but me.
“Motherfuck, baby. What you do to me.” Another grunt. Fire licks up my spine; the sharp tendrils running from the soles of my feet to the back of my skull before settling on my aching balls. They’re swollen and heavy, full of the need I’ve pushed back for her sake—this delicate yet sinful doll that I’ve vowed to protect and make mine one day.
Since the day I first laid eyes on her, Liliana’s become an obsession.
A pulsing in my veins.
This ticking that thrums inside my chest.
And even then, as teenagers, I knew there was something different between us.
Because nothing matters more than how she feels, then and now. Fuck the world; her unhappiness has never sat right with me, but I’ve made concessions along the way…
To her father, who knew and I never hid my intentions from.
To her brother, who gave me his blessings while accepting my promise.
I’ve let her live and enjoy herself within certain means while I’m never but a few steps behind her:
No male friends. No boyfriends. No dates.
She's never been far from my line of sight.
I’ve let her grow outside of my overwhelming possessive grip. Nurtured by my hand even if she's unaware of my obsession; I indulge her every whim while protecting her from the shadows.
Promises that no longer apply. Not after what happened a few months ago...
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