Chapter 50

• I keep my eyes locked on hers while I lick and suck my fingers clean, groaning at the taste of her sweet pussy. God, I had no idea anything could taste so fucking good.
• When the doors open, I grab her hand and lead her out of the hotel. The street outside is packed with people. It’s a usual Friday night in the French Quarter, so I prepare myself for a large drunken crowd and wrap my arm around Liv’s small shoulders, pulling her closer to me. I know I’m acting like an overprotective brute, especially considering we’ve just met, but I can’t help it. There’s no way in fuck I’m letting her go.
• Several men run their eyes over her and only look away when they catch a glimpse of my murderous gaze. Good, they should be scared.