A Pervert Bastard

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he light sheet draped over her fall to her hips. The cold morning air bites at her exposed skin, frowning she looked down. Her e

e skin, hell! She looked like heaven. Ample breasts restrained behind black lace, paired with a smal

her intoxicating eyes, the large mechanic made his way to a chest of draws. Grabbin

have given her something to wear, but he liked her vulnerable... a dark part of him knew she couldn't run from him in her current

d done this a million times. She didn't know whether to thank him or run screaming like a canary. "Come here." His voice was more manly th

ade her way to him. He eyed the bar stool and she made quick work of sliding up onto it. He placed a plate in front of her, dishing up what seemed to be burnt toast

her voice had a husky tone to it, like a siren it called to his erection. "What's yo

to him, devouring the p

questioned. Slater wasn't in the mood for drama, he'd happily help the young lady find her way home, even if it mea

it to her, she knew how to charm a man. He knew she was avoiding the question, this had h

dn't see her, but he knew if he took a couple of steps he'd find her clad in her undergarments. He saw her small hand

"Take a shower," he hummed as the toilet door creaked open a fraction. Placing the clothes on the basin, Slater literal

ying casually on the kitchen counter. Practically leaping to the shower, she turned on the ho

r time, the place was empty. Covering her privates, Kisa rushed over to the bed where the man had left his towel. She was quick in drying off her body and

hirt first. She then snagged up the boxers, pulling them on she cursed; they were tight around her rear, and loose around her waist. Beggars

her situation, it didn't take a genius to figure out she was alone and had nowhere to go. He couldn't stomach the thought of allowing

enough time to shower and she'd yet to come out and find him. Maybe she ran away. Anger pierced his gut at

from him. Clenching his jaw, the brute grabbed a bandage before lowering to a crouch in front of her. The young woman shifted back, anxiously. Arousal shot throug

d tall, blond haired women he'd pick up in the city. But fucking hell she was something else. Something off limits.

t the pet name. "No." She p

g in the man to not spread her thick thighs, as the vixen's small tongue creeped out and swiped across those

tomach churning- all he needed was two minutes, he'd seriously mess up the fucker who touched her. Settling his nerves

sed eyelids. Slater moved from her in a rush the second he was done, she wa

touch. Goosebumps rose over the skin he'd caressed, her nipples hardened in arousal and

ard lusting after a minor. His eyes trailed down her slender neck to the gaping shirt, the swell of her breasts had him itching to take

eavens! She was a fully grown woman... Not off limits. "Why ar

nodded. "Good." He returned the nod. He needed to know at least one thing before he allowed his foolish self to imagine anything inappropriate. "

hrough her teeth, ey

keep with her act he continues, "so where you headed?" Regardless of her little lies, Slater

knew lying to him would do no good, and that it would come back to haunt her. So she decided

to go and from the contents of her bag, she had no money, no food and only scraps of clothing. In the

"there's running water and a decent bed." He nodded towards the bed and motioned to the kitchen. What wa

st this stranger? Her body willing kneeled down to the brute, but the saner part of her had conflicting emotions on the subject. Finally, she responded, "it's... cosy." Turning with

he'd willingly offered her a place to stay and

fore placing the bottle back on the counter, "get cosy and then come out front and I'll show

going to help her until she got back up on her feet. But in the back of his mind, he knew exactly why

im the woman; in the mo