11

Marco

There is someone out there. I’d been so lost in Eve that I wasn’t paying attention to Snow trying to silently alert me to a threat. My cock is still buried inside of my woman. I’ve been here five years, and there’s never been a problem. Of course this is the moment someone has to try something.

Eve only blinks, not trying to fight me or question me. I keep my hand in place as I slide my cock out of her. She closes her eyes tightly. My good girl is trying to be quiet, but I can tell she’s fighting a moan. I grit my teeth to do the same when I feel the mixture of our releases slip free with my cock.

Someone is going to die for interrupting this.

First things first, though, I need to get Eve safe. I know whatever is out there is human from what Snow is signaling. He smells them. My phone in my pocket vibrates as sensors outside begin going off. Fucking amateurs. They have to be to even step foot on or near my property.

I drop my hand from her mouth as I stand to put her on her feet. Her shirt falls, covering her body. I quickly shove my dick back into my fucking pants before I pull out my phone to check what the hell is going on.

Snow turns in a circle, getting more worked up. I grab Eve’s wrist and pull her toward the kitchen and into the pantry. Her mouth falls open when I grab one of the shelves and pull it open to reveal a vaulted door.

I press my thumb against it to unlock it. Eve’s eyes grow wider when she gets a peek at what’s inside. “It’s a safe room,” I tell her as the monitors come alive. I grab a few weapons off the wall, my eyes lingering on the screen to see if the cameras have picked up on movement yet.

A small gasp leaves Eve when she spots one of the perpetrators and then another. “Stay put,” I order her.

“Marco.” My name comes out in a panicked plea.

“No one will hurt you. I’ll never let that happen.” I reach up and stroke her cheek to reassure her.

“You, what about you?” Her eyes fill with tears. I was thinking of only killing one of these assholes and keeping the other to pull information from, but not now that I’ve seen the fear they’ve caused her.

“I’ll be back,” I promise her, pressing a hard kiss to her mouth before I close the door, the lock clicking into place. Only I can get in, but Eve could get out if she needs to. I hadn’t thought about that before, having the door be able to lock both ways. I file that away for another day.

I disengage all the locks on the house with one click. No need for anyone to break my shit. Not with Eve living here. She loves the house, and that might upset her. I order Snow to stay on the front door, wanting to stay toward the back of the house. I know Eve is tucked away safe, but I don’t love the idea of going far from her.