My Protector

Chapter 7

Jonah's POV:

Looking at her in that bathroom with nothing on was getting me so aroused. I want to be inside of her badly and I wanted to touch her and let my lips wander to different areas of her body. I just can't get passed the way she smells at the moment from living on the streets. She's much thinner than what I like and I know that is again because of being on the streets for the last four years.

Just looking at her body told me that I made a good choice. When we were in their kitchen, sure that Julianne was pretty and she had a nice body from what I could see but she practically threw herself at me. I wouldn't have had to wait so long for her either because she made it known quickly that she was willing to become my wife. I could tell that she was also one to sleep around and would be harder to control and even though I enjoy the challenge, I would want to be able to make her submit to me but I think she would have been one I would have ended up killing instead.

The moment Kayla walked in I couldn't stop looking at her. She looked much timider than her sister and even though she was young and not developed she still was attractive to me. Tonight, seeing her fully grown and matured I would have to say she has filled out very nicely. Her breasts were more than a handful but not suffocating. They were full and laid over her body perfectly. All the curves are in the right spots and her face has changed so beautifully. She would look perfect standing beside me at parties or business meetings.

Knowing that man touched her thigh boiled my blood. I wanted to go back to that apartment right now and kill him for touching her and laying his eyes on her. Except that wouldn't be possible. I can't leave her for a second. I know she will try to flee the first chance she gets. Even though she isn't fighting me at the moment or doing anything to get away, I know she would. Even back at home, she will probably try to get away. I will just have to come back here after I get her home and more secured at the mansion and kill him for it. No man or woman will ever touch my wife or even look at her wrong without getting a bullet to the head.

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Kayla's POV:

After my crying, which didn't help any with making me more tired than this day has already, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed one of the towels. I looked down and saw that the wound was very black and blue now and even though it looked pretty sealed shut, I could still see where it wanted to seep some. I grabbed another towel beside me and patted it dry. Just the light touch of the towel hurt so much from all the bruising around it, making it so tender.

I set the towel down and finished soaking the water from my hair up into the towel and then wrapped my body with it. I turned to grab my clothes to get dressed but they weren't on the floor. There was nothing on the floor or the counter or anywhere. I frantically looked around but there wasn't anything for me to wear.

"s**t!" I whispered to myself.

"What did he do, take the clothes out with him?" I said quietly as I looked around again just to make sure.

"Kayla! I know you're done. Get out here now!" I heard him yell from the bedroom.

Walking out there in just this towel was not what I had in mind. Even though he looked at me in disgust when he had me undress in front of him I still feel that he is going to do more than just look at me. With what he has already told me, I won't have any say in what he does to me, and he will do what he wants regardless of if I tell him no. That alone is scaring me the most. All I can think about right now is finding a way to get away from him before getting on that plane.

"Kayla!" I heard him shout even louder on the other side.

I knew that if I don't walk out there, he was just going to barge in here instead. Since I didn't really want him barging in here pissed off, I decided that I would just walk out there. I held my towel tighter and slowly opened the door.

I yelped when the door was grabbed harshly and pulled out of my hand and pushed open. I was startled to see Jonah standing right there. He glared down at me and grabbed my arm and pulled me farther into the bedroom.

"Jonah!" I yelled in fear when he pulled me around and I was now standing in front of him again.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked quickly and clenching my towel as he ran his fingers over my bare shoulder causing me to shudder.

"I have a guard using them to get a size for new. They smell awful and I can't be having you put them back on." He told me as his fingers ran down the side of my arm.

"Don't," I told him and moved my shoulder to get him to stop.

He grabbed me by the shoulders harshly and picked me up off of the floor and practically tossed me to the bed. I yelped when my body was in the air. The moment I hit the bed I turned to try to get away but he grabbed me and pulled me back down to him.

"Jonah! Please don't!" I shouted at him as he hovered over me and grabbed both of my arms and pinned me down to the bed.

'What did I say about you having no say in what happens? You are mine, Kayla. You will be my wife the day after tomorrow. That means I can do to you what I want. I can either make your life the most amazing life you have ever had or I can make it your worst nightmare. You choose." He told me in almost a growl-like deep tone.

I couldn't help but look away from his stare.

"You smell much better now." He said to me in a more soft calm voice and he came near my neck as if he was smelling me.

I just laid there and hoped that if tonight was the night I lost my virginity that he wouldn't be too rough on me. I may have never been with a man before and I sort of hated the fact that my firsts of anything were going to be with him but it's not like I was the one that cared if I waited till I was married or not. I just wanted it to be on my own terms. Except, he's already told me that I have no say in anything so why make my life more torturous than it needs to be?

I bit on my bottom lip to help stop it from quivering as he started to place kisses on my neck and traveled to my collarbone. He continued to hold my hands above my head and took his other hand towards the knot of my towel and opened it up. I took in a deep breath the moment the towel was moved off of my body.

I hated how he made me feel but maybe it was something that I could get used to. Maybe it's just because it's my first time that makes it feel more disgusting than I had hoped for it to feel like. Maybe it's my lack of experience that made this harder than it needed to be. I just tried to breathe in slowly to try to calm my nerves and just let him do what he wanted.

His hand was squeezing my breast to the point I felt a little pain and he would grab my n****e and pull and pinch. Even though his kisses suggested softness his hand was telling me differently. He pushed up my breast and put it into his mouth. Instead of doing gentle kisses like he was before he was nipping at me causing me to wince in pain.

He let go of my breast and turned my head to face him. He was leaning back up to where he was face to face with me. Staring into his brown eyes I was almost distracted by what he was doing with his free hand. That is until I practically pushed myself back up on the bed when I felt the stinging pain of him pushing his finger into me.

"Ah, a virgin still huh? How did all these years your father keep those nasty men from touching you?" He asked me as the first tear fell from my eye and onto the bed below me as he started to move his finger in and out.

"You are so tight, I want to take you right now." He said huskily into my ear.

"J-Jonah?" I said his name softly in a question in hopes to get his attention.

He looked back at me, letting me know that he was listening.

"I want to make our wedding night special and give myself to you for the first time on that night," I told him.

Even though it was going to happen whether I wanted it or not, I really didn't want it to happen like this. Not here, not in this hotel room as if I was a w***e he just picked up off of the streets. I didn't want to feel cheap like that and wanted it to be back at his house, in his room. I wanted it to feel romantic even though I know it wasn't going to be.

I felt him pull his finger out and put it into his mouth which almost gave me a sickening feeling in my stomach. He acted like he enjoyed what he tasted and then ran his finger down my cheek causing me to squint my eyes closed.

'I could probably give you that one request." He said softly to me as I gave a disgusted look when his wet finger came in contact with my skin.

Just then a loud knock on the door echoed through the room causing him to jump up off of me. I grabbed my towel quickly and wrapped myself back up tightly and got up off of the bed and went as far away from him as I could.

"Who the hell!" He shouted as he walked over to the door and opened it so hard that it hit the wall.

'Sir, her clothes." I heard the man on the other side say and Jonah snatched the clothing from his hands.

"Don't bother us again." He snapped at the guard and slammed the door shut causing me to jump at the sound.

Jonah walked over with the jeans and shirt in his hand and threw them onto the bed.

"Get dressed. We will be leaving soon for the airport." He snapped at me and walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

I felt a little confused all of a sudden but didn't think too much about it. Sudden mood changes with him are probably common and I just need to deal with it. I quickly grabbed the clothes and noticed that there was only what I was wearing. A t-shirt, jeans, panties, socks and a new pair of shoes. No bra. I guess I couldn't have gotten that lucky even though I can't imagine a man finding the right size unless he was told exactly what to get. Even then he would probably get it wrong.

I quickly got dressed and sat on the bed to tie my shoes. Jonah walked out of the bathroom and didn't bother to look at me. I guess when he told me that I was only here for when he wanted me, that meant I would be completely ignored when he didn't want something from me. Is that a good thing or not? Does that mean I might be able to sneak away from him easier?

He walked out of the room and yelled at the guards about something that I didn't quite catch and he walked back into the room and grabbed my arm. I had barely just gotten my last shoe tied before he was pulling me out of the hotel room. He said nothing to me. There were two guards in front of us and two walking behind us.

The scene almost gave me the same chills as it did when they first appeared in my parent's kitchen. The only thing missing was that father. He gave the coldest chill of them all. Jonah is on his way, though, to become just like him. Just as cold and intimidating.

We walked through the hotel with every person we walked passed taking steps back to distance themselves from us. I imagine the sight they were seeing was just as scary as the one I saw and I was in the middle of it all. Not once did Jonah's grip on my arm loosen. He held tight to ensure that I couldn't pull away from him as we walked through the hotel and out onto the street. The sun was high in the sky suggesting it was already the afternoon.

There were three black cars sitting at the entrance waiting. Two of the guards went into the front car and the other two went into the back car. There was already a driver in the middle car which is the one Jonah walked over to and opened the back door.

"Get in." He ordered me.

He was beside me just as fast as he was the last time we got into a car together. Within seconds of him shutting the door, the cars started to move out onto the streets. Once we were on our way he started to relax a bit.

"Jonah?" I asked looking towards him.

"Yes?" He said not quite in the comforting tone I was hoping for but I guess this is just how it is going to be.

'Um.....how did you find me?" I asked him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my father always said, as long as we didn't have an address or worked anywhere we should be hidden enough for you to not find us. We're a few states away from where you live, how did you find us?" I asked the one question that was kind of floating in and out of my mind ever since the day we saw him outside of that shelter.

"You think that you have been alone this entire time?" He looked over at me and almost laughed.

I didn't say anything to him. Of course, I thought we were alone but with the way he said that told me that I was completely wrong and naive for thinking so.

"From the moment your dad pulled you girls from the house and drove off there has been someone with you. Your father left a trail everywhere he went. We didn't have to follow that close until he ran out of money and couldn't pay with his cards anymore. That's when I sent another to accompany the first guard in trailing you. Once the four years were up, they sent me your location." He explained to me.

My father was right all of those times when he felt someone was following him. He always got that feeling from time to time. I guess he didn't do as good hiding as he thought he had.

Just as he put his arm around me and pulled me in closer there was a loud thundering sound coming from outside. I screamed and leaned forward and covered my ears.

"What the hell!" I heard Jonah shout and he pulled away from me and pulled out a gun.

I looked back behind the car and saw the black car that was behind us all in flames and rolling to the side of the road. It had gotten blown up! Jonah quickly went over me to the other side of the car and opened the window and started shooting behind us.

"Stay down!" He shouted at me but I couldn't help but peek and watch.

There was this red sports car flying around the explosion and speeding up. A few shots were fired from the red car and I screamed again and covered my head. The red car shot forward in front of the car we were in and turned sharply and clipped the corner of the black car in front of us causing it to turn quicker than the driver could handle. The sharp turn caused it to flip on its side and flip till it was stopped by a building off to the side.

The red car slammed on its brakes and the car slid sideways till it stopped. I saw a figure pop out quickly from the car on the other side and started shooting at our car that was in the process of turning to go around him.

"Dammit!" I heard Jonah yell when he ran out of bullets and had to reload.

The shooter hit one of the front tires on the driver's side and caused the driver to struggle to control the car. Right after that one blew the other front tire blew causing him to lose control completely. I looked up just when I saw the car we were in going through a department store window and slamming into a wall.