Dark Savior: A Dark Bad Boy Romance by Stella Noir Read Free Book Online

protection to guarantee he doesn't decide to float around in plain sight too soon.
    Getting the weights up and over the ledge requires more than bodily strength, but as soon as I managed to throw them over there, he followed them down into the darkness — and I was out of there a moment later.
    With every mile between me and that canyon, and with every minute that passes without me encountering another car on the drive back to Albany, I become more and more relaxed. Fuck this shit. I know it was the right thing to do. Someone had to do it, we all knew that. We couldn't wait for police to handle this asshole because they had proven useless in the past. If they had done their job right the first time, there would have been no need for me to do this, not to mention less pain for the victims and their relatives whose lives he destroyed after getting out of jail too early.
    Fuck it. It's done.
    For now, I only have her to worry about. I didn't lock the door so she might not even be there anymore, but something tells me she will be. The innocent beauty I left behind at a place that used to belong to no one but my mother and me. I couldn't help myself. A girl like her can't be left out on her own, especially not with all the shit that seems to be going through that pretty head.
    She calls right upon my protective nature, and when I walk back into the apartment, I'm reminded that that is not the only part of me that's drawn to her.
    She's lying on the sofa, lost in a deep sleep, with a bath towel and my mother's favorite blanket wrapped around her naked body.
    Partly wrapped, I should say. She has turned and moved in her sleep, causing the towel and the blanket to be swept aside, exposing some of the most sinful parts of her body.
    I freeze mid-motion as I take in the beautiful sight of her lying there, on my mother's couch, hugging the same blanket that she and I have used for comfort so many times. This is the first time that blanket is protecting an alluring girl like her.
    I carefully close the door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake her up, and I quietly place the big paper bags with food and groceries I bought on the kitchen counter.
    My eyes never leave her for one second. It's not like I haven't seen tits before, quite the contrary, as I've probably seen and touched more than most men my age, but hers are extraordinarily tempting. They're firm and bigger than expected, but not overly so. With the way she's lying right now, they're squeezed in between her arms, which probably makes them appear a little larger than they really are. One of her slim legs is peeking out from beneath the blanket, half hanging over the edge of the sofa, as is one of her arms. Her hair is damp and long enough to hug her entire upper body in a sea of ash blond strands. There's something angelic about her, lying there in that pose, her appearance, everything.
    So fucking innocent.
    I approach her and get down on my knees next to the couch, withstanding the urge to touch her skin. My cock twitches at the thought of burying myself deeply between her legs.
    Fuck. I should have done something about this, instead of returning to her with blue balls.
    The moment I touch the blanket with the intention of covering her up, she flinches and opens her eyes.
    I freeze, my hands hovering above her, as she sleepily turns her head up to me and looks straight into my eyes. Her mouth is partly opened and her eyes are fogged with confusion.
    "Cover yourself," I say, my hands retreating.
    She blinks twice, still processing where she is and what's happening.
    "Huh?"
    "The blanket," I explain. "There's hardly anything protecting your sweet little body from me."
    She blushes at my words, but doesn't move.
    "You better fix that," I add. "Or so help me God..."
    She looks at me with that same drowsy disorientation as before. Instead of wrapping the blanket around herself, she struggles to sit up, not minding the fact that both the towel and the