author's note: No sex here, just story development. I got a little carried away with the offer to help the MC kill the enemy...that's what happens on these late-night scribblings when I take my alphaholes into likeable territory just for fun without a plot. Now that her torment has passed, I suppose something politically interesting needs to happen and I should throw in a theme park, alligators, and a conservative political rally or golf course event. Anyway, if something sounds fun for the uncovering of the corruption or an explosive end to the bad guys, let me know. This is a work of fiction not based upon anything or anyone in real life.
Things changed with Matt over the night. He held me close as i fell asleep. No longer the person who took me against my will, he was the man I met at my mom's wedding before getting me drunk and assaulting me.
The next morning was a brunch for his cousin and guests before they parted. At the edge of his bed, I watched as he slid his pants on and reached for a dress shirt. He glanced me over in my robe, his eyes lingering on my neck that had Igor's bruises. When that glance proceeded to my wrists, I hid them behind my back.
The shirt he held fell to the floor and he marched over to me. "I don't want to leave you alone in here. You're safer with me." His hand caressed my cheek then down to my neck. The side of his mouth twitched as his anger flared at the sight of my injuries from Igor.
My breath quivered as his touch glided down the front of the robe.
"We shouldn't be late. I dont want anyone to suspect anything, so I can't act out of the ordinary, sweetheart." He leaned forward to kiss me as he untied my sash.
I had hoped he wouldn't make me go, but after the kiss I nodded my acceptance. "I'll get dressed."
"Good girl." He picked up his shirt again and put it on. Given who he was, his patience was comforting. Were he any other of the men that surrounded us, I would have suffered further after the events of the previous night.
After I'd put on the knee-length purple dress and applied enough makeup to cover my bruises, I returned to his room to see him against a bed post, fidgeting with a small dagger. it looked as though it was carved from a solid piece of ivory.
He motioned me toward him as he stood upright. I went to him, a bit hesitant. He was still a man I knew to obey, but I also knew he wouldn't hurt me.
"Sit on the bed."
I obeyed and sat on the edge of the bed.
He knelt in front of me and took a garter from his pocket and glided it up my right leg. On my inner thigh, he slid the dagger in. "Hopefully this will make you feel a little safer."
"Yes," I lied. There would be no feeling secure around Igor, but at least Matt wanted me to feel safe.
He grinned, spreading my thighs and running his firm hands up the length of them. "You are so unbelievably perfect for me."
"Thank you," I whispered, looking down to his eyes that eagerly watched as he pulled my panties to the side. I stiffened as his thumb grazed my nub. There were more pressing matters than the pleasures we'd both partaken of over the past night.
