All Chapters of The Protector : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MELANIE Ever since I was a little girl, my mom had always warned me of one thing—boys. “Be careful, Mel. They could ruin your life,” she’d always tell me, her voice dripping with the bitter residue of her own failed relationships. But there was one thing she’d never cautioned me about—Men. She never told me what a real man could do to you, or the absolute, irreversible sort of damage they were capable of leaving behind on your body and soul. “Melanie!” my mom called in that awfully loud voice that always irritated me. We were right there in the living room together, but she always yelled like I was a thousand miles away. She turned away from the mirror, smoothing down her nurse scrubs. "Your stepdad is going to the airport to pick up his brother." I almost choked on the mouthful of coffee I was drinking. My eyes widened in pure shock as I swallowed hard, the hot liquid unapologetically burning my throat. “Wait, what?” I breathed “Why is my step-uncle coming over to our pl

MELANIELucas stood up from the couch in one smooth, predatory motion and began walking over to me, his intense hazel eyes completely fixed on mine. The sheer size of him seemed to grow with every step he took toward the love seat, his heavy, combat-booted feet clicking against the hardwood floor with a terrifying rhythm. Beside me, Liam’s entire body went rigid as a steel beam. I could feel the violent vibration of his anger radiating straight through the small space separating our thighs. He gritted his teeth, his jaw ticking so hard I thought it might crack. "Lucas," Liam called his brother’s name in a low, warning growl. "That's enough. Back off."But from the wicked, dangerous smirk stretching across Lucas's perfect, delicious-looking lips, I knew he didn't look like he’d be stopping anytime soon. He completely ignored his twin, his gaze locking onto my mouth like he already owned it. My mind was screaming at me to move. I knew it would have been wise to stand up at that exa

MELANIE Shoving me roughly down onto my knees, Lucas smirked down at me, lifting his dark, perfectly arched brows as he towered over my trembling form. The hardwood floor bit unapologetically into my bare knees, but I barely even felt it. My entire focus was completely locked on what was happening right in front of my face—the sweet sexual debauchery. I swallowed nervously, my eyes widening as I looked at my stepuncle’s thick, hard, veiny cock pointing straight toward me like a dangerous weapon. One I wouldn't mind wielding regardless of how destructive it looked. Lucas fisted the base of his length, his large hand barely even wrapping all the way around the massive, heavy length of his shaft. The sheer size of him was terrifying. It was like a brutal wall of thick muscle and throbbing heat. I really couldn't tell who was bigger—Liam or Lucas? Before I could even process the thought of carrying out a comparison on their cock, Liam inched closer too, stepping right into

RINA The first time I fucked Easton, my sister’s husband, it was two in the morning right at the kitchen counter. I was bent over like some needy little slut while he rammed his thick cock into me from behind, muffling my loud, desperate screams with his massive hand. The next morning, I blamed the whole thing on the alcohol I’d consumed at a wild birthday party I’d attended earlier that night. Easton, on the other hand, tried to take full responsibility. He kept maintaining that it had been a terrible mistake, that it was entirely his fault, and that he’d also been high as fuck on weed and whiskey. Honestly, I didn’t see it as a huge deal. That wouldn’t be the craziest thing I’d ever done in my twenty-four years of existence. I’d done worse things. A whole lot of bad, filthy, completely unforgivable things that I’d probably go straight to hell for. Fucking my sister’s husband while she was upstairs battling terminal illness was just another one of those things to add to the list

RINA I got off the bed, my phone in hand, my joints popping in the quiet room, and slid my bare feet back into my rubber flip-flops. I didn't even bother looking in the mirror or changing out of my tight denim shorts and oversized t-shirt. I just opened my bedroom door, and began walking down the hallway toward the far side of the house. The walk to the east wing felt like it took an eternity. Every step I took away from the west wing made my heart race with a volatile, intoxicating mixture of intense excitement and sickening dread. The two conflicting feelings set my nerves so much on edge it was physically nauseating, making my stomach churn in a wild knot. When I finally reached the heavy double doors that separated the main house from the east wing, I pushed them open slowly. The hinges let out a faint, ghostly creak. I walked into the wide, cavernous living room area and immediately noticed that the main lights were completely off, but a warm, low amber glow was bleeding ou