Chapter 169
Chapter 169:
One burly guy pushed me into a dark alley. He was about to punch me when I heard gunshots.
The man dropped, drowning in his own blood, as I was grabbed and shoved into a car.
Fuck…
That ended too quickly.
“Zal had me tailing you. We’re taking you home, Mr p>
“Davenport. I’m Chip. And the guy in the driver’s seat is Bear,” the man introduced himself.
Chip and Bear? I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so disappointed in him for ruining my night.
“Are you okay, Mr. Davenport? I didn’t see him punch you in the face,” Chip asked, his eyes scanning my cut lip and bruised cheeks.
“No, he didn’t. I’ll be okay. Just take me home.
Thank you,” I replied, closing my eyes to end the conversation.
The man seemed to understand and stayed silent for the few minutes it took to get home.
“What the fuck happened?” Zal burst out the door the moment we arrived, pulling me into his embrace. It felt nice, and I couldn’t hold back my tears as he gently touched my bruised cheeks and busted lip.
“Come on, let’s get you inside. Chip, you and Bear are on guard duty until further notice. Check the perimeter and secure the house,” Zal ordered, still holding me close. It felt good to be cared for. Maybe he does love me. Maybe it’s just my fucked-up mind that’s been…
“Why?” Zal asked once he had tucked me under the blanket. He had stripped me down to my briefs to make me comfortable, and I turned needy, pressing my body flat against his. I wanted his warmth. I needed his touch.
“Dad visited my old place and asked why I wasn’t there.
Then I told him I’m living with my boyfriend. He hit my face, disgusted. He… he told me to dump you or leave my name behind, my job…” I choked out, my voice trembling.
“Shh… it’s okay, baby. You have me,” Zal whispered, his voice soothing.
Find your favorite stories at p>Yeah… but for how long? I didn’t ask him that. I just stayed still as he rubbed my back gently and kissed my forehead. “Why don’t you sleep, and we’ll talk more in the morning,” he suggested.
“I need you,” I whined desperately, reaching down for his thick cock. He was soft, but I knew it would only take a few strokes to get him hard. And so I did.
The man took my wrists and pinned them above my head.
“You’re losing weight. I need to feed you more,” he said, his free hand roaming over my ribs and down to my flat belly. I’ve always been lean, but he was feeling my hip bone, his touch concerned.
“Feed me your cock, then,” I smirked, though his smile faltered when he touched my split lip. He pressed a gentle kiss there and told me to keep my hands above my head as he moved down between my legs.
When his mouth wrapped around my dick, I was instantly hard for him. I let him work me to my climax, crying out his name as he took my load down his throat.
The high was overwhelming, and for a moment, everything else faded away.
The feeling was welcome. It numbed my emotions, and I found myself resting against his chest once more.
I felt safe. I felt loved. And I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would last.
“I love you,” I murmured as he wrapped me in his strong arms. I let my tears fall down my cheeks as I drifted off to sleep in his embrace.