I wake up in Gavin’s bed, feeling a confused combination of happy and terrified.

I’m afraid for obvious reasons. I ran away from my powerful family to be with Gavin, going against their wishes. That would be bad enough, but on top of that, I’m also pregnant with Gavin’s child.

But for some reason, that doesn’t really matter to me. I stretch, smiling to myself, as Gavin rolls over and wraps his arms around my hips.

“Morning,” he says.

“Morning.” I roll around and face him. He kisses me softly on the lips. He’s so damn handsome, even first thing after waking up. “I had a dream about you.”

“Oh yeah?” He grins a little. “I’m sure it was pretty dirty.”

“Maybe.” I blush and smile.

“Tell me about it over coffee.” He sits up. “You want breakfast?”

I nod. “I’m a little hungry, actually. Didn’t eat much yesterday.”

“Good.” He gets up and goes into the bathroom. I hear him getting ready in there as I sit up against the headboard, looking around his room.

For a second, I’m afraid that last night didn’t actually happen, and the whole pregnancy test thing was actually the dream. But as soon as he comes out and looks at me, I know that’s not the case. I know it was all real, far too real.

He walks over and kisses me softly. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say. “Of course. Totally fine.”

He smiles a little. “I know this is weird. And you’re scared. But it’s going to be okay. Everything I said last night still stands.” He kisses me one last time before disappearing back into the kitchen.

I can’t help but grin like an idiot. This handsome, gorgeous, amazing man still wants me, even though I’m pregnant with his child. I can’t believe how good it makes me feel. He wants me and the baby, no matter what happens, and I’m finally starting to see that he means it.

The smell of cooking breakfast pulls me from bed. I head into the bathroom and use his toothbrush. When I’m done, I try to fix myself up as best I can. I pull my hair into a messy bun and wash my face, and when I’m finished, I hear voices in the other room.

My heart suddenly starts beating fast in my chest. I walk out into the living room, my face only half dry. Gavin is standing in the hallway, and in front of him, my father’s goon Silas is staring at him.

“I won’t ask again, Gavin,” he says, his eyes narrowed. “Get out of the way.”

Gavin doesn’t move. “Leave,” he says. “Go tell your boss that he can’t have Sadie. If she wants to stay with me, she’s going to stay.”

“You’re making a mistake,” Silas says. His gaze flicks over to mine.

And that’s when Gavin moves. He strikes out so fast that I almost miss it. His fist catches Silas’s throat, making a horrifying choking sound. Silas stumbles back, his eyes wide.

Gavin doesn’t hesitate. He follows that up with a fist to Silas’s face and a knee to his stomach. Silas shoves Gavin off and tries to fight back, but Gavin attacks harder. He kicks Silas in the knee and slams his fist down into his face, forcing Silas down onto the floor.

“Fuck you, motherfucker,” Gavin says as he kicks Silas in the stomach. “You tell your boss to leave her alone.” Gavin grabs Silas by the jacket and drags him out of the apartment.

“Gavin!” I yell, terrified. “Please, stop!”

Gavin doesn’t listen. He drags Silas into the hall. Silas tries to crawl away but Gavin kicks him one last time.

“Don’t come back,” Gavin growls.

“Gavin!” I’m breathing so fast, and I’m so afraid, I can barely think.

He turns back and takes me by the hand, pulling me back into the apartment. He shuts the door and locks it before shoving my body against the hallway wall and kissing me hard and deep.

I can’t believe how excited I feel. I never thought I’d like watching a man hurt another man, but Gavin did that for me. Silas was going to bring me back no matter what. I know what kind of man Silas is. But Gavin was fast and ruthless, catching Silas off guard. He protected me, and he’s keeping me safe.

I kiss him back, needing him so badly. He pulls back and spins me around, dropping to his knees, and pulling my panties off. I gasp as his tongue begins to lick my pussy from behind.

“Oh fuck, Gavin,” I gasp. “What’s happening right now?”

“I’m licking your fucking pussy,” he says. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

“Oh god,” I groan as his tongue slides inside of me from behind. He licks my every inch, and it’s so goddamn dirty, but it feels so good. He slaps my ass, nice and hard, and I know it’s going to leave a mark, but I like it.

He stands and grabs my hips. I feel him pull his own shorts off, and his hard cock presses against me. He slides deep inside of me with one easy thrust, and I gasp as pleasure fills me.

Like last night, it doesn’t hurt. Maybe a slight tinge at first, but nothing like the first time.

This is fast and rough. He rocks into me, thrusting, fucking me from behind. I buck my hips back against him, full of adrenaline from the fight. Pleasure fills me, destroying my mind, making me feel so damn good.

I can’t believe it. He pins my hands to the wall and fucks me deep as he kisses my neck.

“God, I love this fucking pussy,” he says. “You’re mine. Nobody is going to take you away from me. I’ll fucking kill for you, Sadie. This cunt is mine, you’re mine.”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moan. “Come on. Fuck me.”

He groans and pulls my hair as his cock thrusts into me, ramming and fucking my pussy. I work my hips, sliding back along his length, taking his big cock. He pulls my hair harder, tipping my head back, as he hammers into me, fucking my little body.

He’s so much bigger than me, he could tear me apart if he wanted. I want him to do it. I want to feel him rip me to pieces. He slaps my ass hard, his cock slamming into me, and I know I can’t take it much longer.

I come hard on him as he’s deep inside of me. As soon as I start to come, he grunts and roars his pleasure, and I feel him fill me. He comes in thick spurts into my tight little pussy as he rams me, fucking me hard.

The adrenaline and excitement makes the orgasm so intense that for a second, I think I might collapse. But he holds me up and slowly we come together.

When it’s over, I turn and kiss him, long and deep. He pulls me close to his body, breathing fast and deep.

“I told you I’d keep you safe,” he says.

“I know.” I kiss his lips.

He smirks at me. “I can’t get enough of that pussy.” He kisses me again. “Come on. Let’s have some breakfast.”

I laugh and shake my head as he leads me into the kitchen. He goes back to making breakfast, and I sit down to watch him. He gives me a small cup of coffee, not too much, since I’m pregnant.

I sit there and watch him cook as if nothing just happened, as if he didn’t just beat the shit out of one of my father’s men, as if he didn’t just fuck my brains out in one of the most intense sessions I’ve ever had. I sit there and watch him, feeling so normal, so good, and I hope it never ends.