68

Adrianna
Motherfucker.
I search the closet for something to pick the bedroom lock with. If Archer is facing my father and his goons, then I need to be by his side.
Another shot echoes through the air, making me tense. I work even harder to focus on the lock, knowing I need to get out of this room. Finally, the lock clicks and I’m thankful I took the class on safe breaking two years ago when it was being taught.
Quickly, I run out of the room and down the corridor, hardly thinking about what I’m doing.
My heart skips a beat when I see my father and Archer standing outside of the window, each pointing a gun at one another. “No.” I rush out of the cabin without a second thought. “Stop!”
“Adrianna,” my father growls, pointing the gun at me. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I freeze at the other end of his gun, knowing that he would without a doubt shoot me dead. “I’m not coming home to Mexico,” I say.
He growls. “Like hell you aren’t.”
“I don’t want to be married off to some mobster.”
“No, you want to frolic around with a dirty man who was supposed to be your teacher.” He turns his gun back onto Archer. “You should be disgusted with yourself.”
Archer glares at him. “Well, I love her more than you ever fucking have, so I think it’s you that should be disgusted.”
My father cocks his gun. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you dead right now.”
Archer cocks his gun. “Because I’m the best shot for miles around.”
My father’s eyes narrow and I notice his hand is shaking a little. He hasn’t shot a man for a long while, normally relying on others to do his dirty work. I’m surprised he hasn’t got back up, but perhaps he expected to just have to follow me and find me alone.
“I love him, Father. That should be reason enough.”
My father glares at me. “Shut up! You can’t love a fucking gringo.”
Archer growls. “Don’t tell her to shut up.”
“You made a mistake, Father, coming here alone,” I say.
His hand shakes a little more.
“When was the last time you shot a gun?” I move closer, knowing that it’s been a lot of years. Even his cousin, who he murdered last year, it was just an order. He didn’t actually do the killing. “Twenty years, maybe?”
His eyes narrow.
“Did you know Archer killed a student’s mother only last winter? She was threatening the principal of the academy.”
My father’s hand shakes even more. “Only one of us will walk out of here alive!”
Archer doesn’t hesitate as he anticipates his next move. His finger was ready to pull down on the trigger, but Archer was faster. And before my father even knows what has happened, the bullet has gone straight through his chest. His eyes widen as he drops the gun and falls to his knees on the floor.
A pang of grief hits me, but it’s far outweighed by the relief that Archer is alive. The man was hardly a father to me.
I run into Archer’s arms, wrapping mine around him. “I love you,” I blurt out, unable to contain the truth any longer. He just saved both of our lives, that I’m sure of.
“I just killed your father.”
“Better him than you. He would have murdered you. It was kill or be killed.” I squeeze him tight, knowing that I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.
Archer’s body is stiff with tension. “What the fuck are we going to do?”
I step back and take his face in my hands, looking him in the eye. “Let’s not think about it right now. There’s always tomorrow.” I kiss him. “Right now, we need to be thankful we’re both alive and together.”
He kisses me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. “I love you more than anything.” He bites my lip. “Hell, I just killed for you. And you are right. I know two guys who will help us clean this up.”
My brow furrows. “Oak and Blaine?”
“Yeah, they have experience in it, apparently. I don’t know the details, so don’t ask.”
“Come on, let’s go inside.” I take his hand and we both go back into the cabin.
Archer walks over to the GPS tracker and stomps on it a few times, ensuring it’s destroyed. And then he walks over to the fireplace, which was obviously lit for our arrival, throwing it on the fire for good measure. “Is there anything else you have on you that could have a tracker inside?”
I think about it, trying to work out if I have anything else with me that my family gave me as gifts. They were never big on gifts, but on my sixteenth birthday, my father gave me that necklace. I thought it was a sweet, almost sentimental gift, but I should have known. He had an ulterior motive to keep track of his teenage daughter. “No, I’m certain. Anything else I have with me, I definitely purchased myself.”
“Good.” He walks over to me and kisses me passionately, making me moan. “Now I need to make love to you, or I might lose my mind.”
Archer lifts me off my feet and carries me into the bedroom, kissing me frantically.
I think he needs this right now and so do I. The man just killed my father. It’s too much to think about and this is an outlet to blow off steam. Neither of us can even contemplate the repercussions of what just happened outside.
He pushes me roughly onto the bed, nostrils flaring. “You are mine, Adrianna. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I say, not an ounce of hesitation in my voice.
He tears off my skirt and then my panties like an animal, sliding his fingers into me without warning. “Always so wet and ready for me.”
I arch my back off the bed, wanting him inside of me more than ever before. “Fuck me,” I order.
He smirks. It’s a cruel smile that makes my stomach churn. “I’m in charge.” His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes. “I decide when I fuck you or if I fuck you.”
I moan at the thought of him not fucking me, as I need him so badly. “Please,” I beg, not ashamed of it, not anymore. Archer loves me and I love him.
He leans down and bites my lip. “Beg harder, baby.”
I groan as he continues to finger me, making me wetter. “Please, Archer, I need you so bad.”
“What do you need?” he asks.
“I need you inside of me.” I play with my nipples, which results in him grabbing my wrists and forcing them over my head. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can hardly walk in the morning.”
He growls and unzips his pants. “You asked for it.”
He releases his cock and stares down at me with those beautiful dark eyes, which almost look black in the dim light. I feel his cock teasing against my entrance, and then he thrusts inside of me with force.
“Mine,” he growls like an animal. “You are going to be mine forever, baby girl.”
“Yours,” I moan, agreeing wholeheartedly.
The lone wolf is no longer alone. I’ve found my alpha. My mate for life.
“Every part of you belongs to me.” He pulls out and thrusts back in. “This tight cunt is mine.”
I groan, arching my back as he goes as deep as possible.
“Your beautiful fucking ass is mine. And your hot mouth too.”
“All yours,” I agree.
He smirks down at me. “And that stone cold heart is mine too, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I moan, wishing he wasn’t restraining my hands above my head as I want to play with myself.
“You are perfect, baby.” My nipples are so hard as he drives deeper, hitting the spot inside of me that takes me higher.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I cry, arching my back.
“That’s it, moan for me.” He
Archer bites my collarbone hard. “I’m going to fill you to the brim with my cum, baby.” He pounds into me even harder than I believed possible and wraps his hands around my throat, blocking my airways. “Mark you with my scent.”
I come apart so hard I see stars in my vision. “Archer!” I scream his name, unable to form any other words or thoughts as my world shatters.
“Fuck, your pussy is strangling my cock.” He thrusts three more times and then comes apart.
I feel him shooting his cum deep inside of me, filling me to the brim. His cock twitching deep within me. It prolongs my pleasure as I continue to shake beneath him, knowing that this connection we share is deep and unbreakable in that moment.
His breathing is labored as he rests on me, head buried against my neck. For a long while, he doesn’t move or speak, and I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.
I poke him, as he’s getting a little heavy. “Archer.”
“Yes, baby?”
“You are crushing me.”
“Shit.” He rolls off of me, pulling his semi-hard cock out of me as he goes. “Sorry. I just never wanted to leave.”
I shuffle closer to him and press my head against his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat. “I didn’t think it would go like this.” I glance up at him, pain clawing at my chest. “I thought we’d get away without any drama.”
“I hoped that, but we couldn’t have anticipated the tracker in your necklace.” He frowns. “It’s like he tagged you.”
“As if I’m his property?”
Archer nods.
“I think he felt that way. That I was an asset to be sold to the highest bidder when the time was right.”
He sighs and pulls me closer. “Well, I think I won, don’t you?”
I nestle closer. “Yes, because I’m your property now.”
“Forever, baby girl.” He kisses the top of my head, and we fall into contemplative silence.
It’s hard to feel anything much with the shock of what just occurred, and yet I feel how much I love him. That is a constant that can’t be changed.