Chapter 12

Jackson

There was a high-powered rifle with a scope in the den and I got it and a box of cartridges. I rode into the sweltering heat of the valley. About four miles down I took a dirt trail leading to some hills. I found a position on an overlook and waited.

It was thirty minutes before a group of deer entered my field of view. They were almost a thousand yards out but I wanted to test the rifle. It was the gun I’d use to kill Wolf Staten.

I loaded a cartridge and held up my hand to judge the wind. There was a slight easterly breeze. I adjusted my sights, making sure there weren’t any gusts or lifts on the valley floor. I breathed slowly but steadily, holding the smallest deer in my crosshairs. I put my finger on the trigger.

With the naked eye, the deer was scarcely a dot among the chaparral in the distance. Through the sight, I was so close I felt I could touch him. I could see him breathe. I could make out the faint white marking beneath his left eye. I trained my sights on the artery in his neck, just above the shoulder blade. It would be an instant death.

I exhaled and depressed the trigger.

He didn’t even hear the shot when the bullet struck. The other deer pranced and ran, darting across the valley like fish in a reef. My target hit the ground, a small cloud of dust rising around him.

My father died without a grandson. Faith was my destiny. I hadn’t asked for her. She’d come into that bar and offered herself. I was going to give my life for her. That made her mine.

When I got back to the safe house, all I could think about was putting myself inside her.

“Faith,” I called.

“In here,” she said from the bedroom.

I entered, and my eyes grew when I saw how beautiful she looked. I swear to God I’ve never seen anything more enticing. She’d washed her hair and it was wet on her shoulders. Her skin was moist from her bath. She was clean and perfumed.

She took my breath away.

“Do you remember what I said to you when we met?” I said.

She nodded, shyly. She was trembling. She was afraid of whatever I was about to do. My cock pressed against my jeans like a caged tiger wanting to escape.

“I said, I’d destroy you. I said, I’d drink you like the desert drinks the rain. That I’d ravage you until you begged me to stop.”

“I remember.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here to do, Faith.”

A white sheet covered her body and she removed it, revealing everything she had to offer me. My heart pounded with a raw, animal desire.

She smiled, faintly.

“I’m going to put myself inside you, and when I’m done, if it’s God’s will, you’ll be carrying my child.”

She opened her legs seductively. I couldn’t believe it. She wanted me. I’d thought I was destroying her, defiling her with my need to leave an heir, but she was welcoming me with open arms.

“I’m yours, Jackson,” she whispered.

I stripped, and when she saw me she gasped. My cock was so rigid it was red with desire. My blood raged through it. It knew what was coming. It was about to perform the act it had been created for.

I walked to the bed and climbed above her. She looked at me with a mixture of love and terror. I touched her pussy with my hand. It was wet. I smiled.

My finger slid inside her and her muscles clenched around it like a fist.

“That’s my girl,” I said.

I kissed her mouth, forcing my tongue into hers. She sucked it.

As we kissed, I slid into her waiting pussy, filling her with my girth. She was tight. She gasped. I was bigger than her ex. That much was clear. I pushed myself all the way in.

She let out a whimper, more a cry than a moan.

“You’re going to be mine, Faith. You’re going to be completely mine after this.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“And I’m going to be yours too,” I said.

She pulled me closer and my cock throbbed with pleasure. The knowledge that I was about to pour myself into her thrilled me.

There would be no undoing this. It was the language of God, or else God never spoke.

I pushed my cock all the way inside and pulled back out. Her fingers gripped the muscles in my shoulders. I pushed inside her again. She moaned. I built up speed, pushing into her and pulling out. In and out, like an engine piston. Something took over, an insane passion.

I knew that when I came, my seed would hit her cervix. No rubber would stop me this time. I would pour freely into her and together, we would create a new life. I wanted it. I wanted to feel it happen.

I pushed in, my cock throbbing with pleasure. I forced myself so deep she cried with each thrust.

An innocent angel—that’s what I thought as my cock plowed her mercilessly.

Her legs clenched my waist so tightly she was going to bruise us both. I wanted it. I wanted to be bruised. I wanted to leave my mark on her.

She was mine. She was going to be mine forever.

Any man that threatened her risked his life. I would erase all memory of Wolf Staten from the world. He’d defiled Faith, he’d threatened her, and he would pay.

I grabbed her breasts. They were so small and soft in my massive hands. I looked into her eyes.

“I’m coming, Faith.”

“I know,” she cried.

I could feel it. I felt the force of my orgasm blast into her with such intensity it threatened to shatter her. She cried out. Her muscles clenched me so tightly it hurt. Her pussy gripped my cock like a noose.

I shot my load into her like my very life depended on it. Her womb took my semen. I flowed into her. Again and again, I climaxed. Each surge of pleasure brought a new spurt of sperm.

Her eyes were locked on mine. I was doing it. I was putting my seed in her belly. I was putting my child in her.

I’d taken her. I’d claimed her. She was mine now, and she’d be mine forever. God Himself could not undo what I’d just done.

“I’m yours,” she whispered as my orgasm subsided.

“Yes,” I said. “You’re mine,” and as I said it, my voice cracked.

For the first time in my adult life, I cried.