What did you think of Chris' apology? Do you think he meant it? Does it matter?
Davis' P.O.V. "What do you think? Can you help?" I asked Derek. Derek was the man that helped me find some justice for my wife, Grace. He was an ex-cop now, that knew sometimes the system didn't work and you had to work around it. I thought if anyone could help Lisa it would be him. "This guy sounds like a real piece of work. I'll start digging around and see what I can find. We have to figure out who he has on his payroll first. Does your girl know names?" "I'm not sure, I didn't ask very many follow-up questions. I was pretty pissed off when she told me," I sighed, leaning back in the small booth we chose. This bar was a known hangout for low-lives. The place was always dimly lit, packed full of large men with grungy looks. There wasn't a single person here that liked to meddle in other people's business. Everyone sat on their own at the bar or with their associates at a booth. Currently Derek and I were in the back corner booth, eyeing the scum of the world. It was the best
Lisa's P.O.V. I watched Davis hungrily. I was horny as hell, and I wanted him desperately. It felt like I had a craving that only he could satisfy. I ran my hand over those large muscular arms of his, working up towards his face. I pressed my half naked body against him, standing on the tips of my toes. My lips met his in a fervent passion, sucking and licking. My hands held him close, pushing him into me while pulling me into him, simultaneously. I know this is wrong. I know that I have to marry Chris and that I'll have to bear him a child. The rules to making a baby haven't changed. I will have to sleep with Chris, but all I want is Davis. I want him in me, on me, with me. There's no denying the hunger I have for him deep inside me. I want to pretend that it's not there, to make all this less complicated, but it's impossible. It's ingrained in me, and doesn't want to let go. He's safe, kind, warm, and caring. He's all that I want. All that I wish for now is Davis. "Are you sur
Chris' P.O.V. "Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked Layla as she stood on her hands and knees before me. My hips slammed into her ass, making it jiggle the way I loved. "Yes, master. I love it! Fuck me harder!" She screamed out. I pushed deeper into her, pulling on that bun she loved to keep up high on her head. She knows I love to pull on it when I take her from behind like this. Layla knew how I liked it, and she didn't care if I pleasured her or not. She was only interested in taking care of me, and my needs. She's my little sex slave after all. Lisa probably won't let me fuck her again for a while, so for now Layla will have to do. I slapped Layla's ass hard, seeing it turn red. I loved the sound of her skin being hit. The feel of her plump ass on my hand made me grip it tightly. Layla squealed in pain, turning me on further. I thrusted deep into her, not caring about anything but finding my release. I tore into her pussy because it's mine and no one else's.
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris stood before me with accusation in his eyes. He smirked almost as if he were happy to have caught me with another man. I don't know how to explain this away. I thought I had gotten rid of him with my texts, but he somehow found me. Does he have a tracking app on my phone? This sick bastard. I felt the adrenaline kick in, forcing my heart to beat at a faster rate than I would have liked. Davis stepped in front of me, immediately making me feel safe. I didn't calm down though, because Davis can't beat Chris up the way he wants to. Chris would tell his dad everything and they would break the contract, causing Dad to lash out. "Let's go, Lisa. You're coming with me," Chris demanded. Not a word was spoken between Davis and I, but I knew he wouldn't let me go. He looked at Chris like he was ready to kill him. I really thought he might, but I don't need him going to jail for murder because of me. I was still trying to find a lie that was plausible enough for him t
Lisa's P.O.V. Chris very reluctantly placed me back on my feet. His cold eyes met mine before he pulled me by the hand back to the door. "Not a word Lisa, or it's going to be a lot worse," he warned me. My mind was racing, trying to find an escape. Maybe I could pop my thumb out of its socket and slip my hand out of the cuff. I've seen them do that in movies, but this isn't a movie and I don't know that I can do that. Chris pushed me to the side so I wouldn't be seen when he opened the door. He plastered a fake smile on his face before he turned the doorknob and opened it, letting it the moonlight. Next thing I knew there was a fist in Chris' face hitting him so hard he fell back. It pulled at the cuff roughly as he dead weighed against it. I let out a yell of surprise, covering my mouth as Chris' eyes looked at me before they snapped back to the person at the door. "You laid your hands on her again!" his voice boomed through the house in an accusatory tone. Davis. "Who do yo
Davis' P.O.V I placed Lisa on her passenger side seat, taking my place behind her wheel. I held my hand out for her to hand me the keys. My blood was still boiling and my heart was breaking. How dare he touch her? She was going to stay. I admired how adamantly she wanted to protect Lucas and Liv. She will set her own happiness aside for them. Willing to be broken and beaten to keep them safe and happy. I can never be mad at her for that, but God, do I wish she could understand that her happiness is just as important. She doesn't have to do this. We will all protect Lucas and Liv. They have many friends, a lot of them are just as powerful as her dad. I'll beat his ass if he ever comes for my girls. My girls. Lisa, Izzy, and Liv are my girls in different ways, but they each hold a big part of my heart. "Davis." Lisa's small voice brought me back to this moment. "I'm sorry." Her apology only hurt my heart further. She shouldn't be going through any of this. I grabbed the key
Lisa's P.O.V. Davis just bared his soul to me. He told me the darkest part of his past and it broke me to hear it. The man before me was not the same man from his past. The tragedy that had befallen him had changed him forever. It explained so much of who he was and who is now. Seeing Davis cry was the saddest thing I had ever witnessed. I didn't realize how much his tears would affect me. It felt like my heart had shattered inside my chest and was still trying to put itself back together. His question hung in the air for a few seconds. I know he's waiting for me to answer, but it's as if my voice had run away. I felt like I couldn't speak as I thought of his past more, and the choice laid before me. He told me there was a warrior in me, and I want to believe him so badly. I just don't see that in myself, but I will trust Davis. His offer is so tempting, and knowing his past now made my decision easier. He was right. There isn't much left for him to lose, so what do I have to lose b
Davis' P.O.V. I stirred in my sleep, feeling as if I were floating in the ocean carried by the waves. Only this felt so much better than that. She had my dick wrapped in a warm embrace, feeling ready to spurt my load already. My eyes squinted as I tried to blink away the sleep. I found Lisa jumping on my dick with a smirk on her face. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman is everything. I'd never been woken up like this before, but a man can definitely get used to this. I sat up, wrapping my arm around her back and gripping the top of her shoulder from behind. I pulled her further down as I thrusted deep inside her. She moaned in pleasure, throwing her head back and exposing her delicate neck. I sucked on it, determined to leave a mark. "Davis," she whispered my name with a moan. I kissed her until I reached the hill of her breasts. I wrapped my tongue around the hardened bud of her nipple before I began to suck on it. She lost it when I swirled my tongue around her nipple. She swa