My Protective Hero

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er when her slender arm came around my torso and she came over me. Her beautiful body draped across mine like a blanket. “Happy Birthday...” She whispered, her sleep roughened voice making me hard under the blankets. “Welcome

ll those twenty years now, she was still the innocent girl who I had found in my father's library looking at all the b

hink if ever live anyone this much. Settling between her legs that she opened for me without

and pleasure etching her features, I reflected at how innocently beautiful she was. She was so small, looking at her all I wanted was to take care of

soft skin. She smiled softly and her eyes fluttered open. Her

ure to love her the way she liked as I

Her cheeks flushing bright pink as she wrapped her arms around

ûck.” I growled as I buried my face into her neck and felt her walls clenching around

reak her, I moved beside her and pulled her to me. Her náked brèasts pressed to my chest. I

forehead, her favourite thing to do. “Ton

you are stil

did.” Sh

I meant.” From the very beginning since she came to live here with her father and little brother, she had been always wary of my parents even when they made it

feel comfortable with your parents.” She paused and looked up at me with those beautiful eyes. “They intimidate

ed her vulnerability to me. I rubbed her arm as I said, “You have nothing to fear about

ther day with your uncle, didn'

ncle so I could smash his face in. The only thing that had stopped me was the fact that

teen. But not even halfway through the dinner I was already missing my Lily. And the moment dinner was over, and I had done m

bedroom for me. But before I could enter the house, a small cry that I was too familiar with came from th

ried, her boyish voice a l

servants wings. Even as I had tried to come back as soon as I could it was still after one in

ry tore in the silent night, this one piercing my chest. Running the short distance, I barged through one of

as bruised too. I went on my knees in front of him. “What happened, little guy?” I asked him as

” A loud crash sounded from inside

n the door. My stomach in knots, cold sweat covered my body as I heard

s I watched the love of my life bleeding on the floor, her little brother crying and ru

of the daze I was in. “I— I didn’t mean to.” He said, hol

icked up the knife from the floor that was covered in her blood and plu

er of my name as she called

ms. I promised her everything would be fine. I promised her that not

for e when she had needed me. And then by

years

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riends, you just have to be awak

ese dark gritty walls. My father probably thought that it would be best to sent me in a solitude cage to carry out my two years sentence. I knew he had his r

e painful. I closed my eyes as I sat down against the wall, breathing heavily. There was nothing much to do in thes

where I was most restless

e stairs. This was the underground where every week number of men come down to meet their maker.

red seve

s grew closer and louder, I was forced to sit upright. Because no one comes here to meet me. I knew the conditions for me to be locked away her

they came outside my door. Unfortunately this underground wasn’t meant for criminals, it was for all the illegal

r, a man in a suit and a boy. As he stepped in and the overhead light fell on hi

ddo

With that Maddox walked across the small room an

the door with a bang an

“I don’t care who the fuck are you and I would

ws where I was still sitting. I said, “Don’t worry,

because of my words. A beat passed as he mutte

y are no

. “If that so, let me tell you I’m here because I almost kille

ky bastard. I have been here in these walls for two years and

He said, “Fine. Then let’s do it. Either kill me or I’ll end you.” A pause, “If you kill me

ast words had me questi

up the bitch because of whom I’m here.” H

d twisted, taking him by surprise as I flipped him down and then pres

ore I knew it a cold, sharp metal was pressed against m

have that?” I was g

it in his pocket. “A token from my brother. He doesn’t want his little b

aring secrets.

as here.” A few moments pass

e. I killed someone. And if

his next question.

“More than that. He deserved a slow tortured deat

sure h

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