Breaking All the Rules by Abi Walters

more than approach her in a bar. He had hurt her, and Benson didn’t take well to his things being damaged. He caught Mia’s eye as his fist formed and raised. She shook her head from side to side, “Benson, don’t!”
                  “He even sounds like an Ivy League trust fund piece of shit,” The stranger snarled. “Seriously, Mia. I’ve told you before; you’ll never be more than a glorified groupie. Save yourself the trouble, dude. She’s used.”
                  Benson was going to knock the teeth out of the man. Nobody talked about him like that. Nobody talked about Mia like that. But her eyes, God , her eyes. They pleaded with him to stop.
                  “Let’s go home, Benson,” She begged, her voice finally loud enough for him to hear her. She sounded broken, on the verge of tears. Benson wasn’t sure if he’d ever been so angry in his life. His blood boiled and he saw white. Suddenly everything became a little too real. Mia wasn’t a sultry temptress. He had tried for nearly a week to pretend like she wasn’t a real person. But her hands tugging him desperately, her short words laced with fear and embarrassment, he could see that she was very real. “Please, Benson. Please.”
                  He released his fists, directing his eyes at the woman next to him with smudged makeup. It took everything in him not to kill the scum next to them. He pulled her out of the lounge, trying hard not to be too rough with her delicate skin. The cool fall night was refreshing, a nice escape from the breathless heat trapped inside the tiny club. Mia clung to his side like she’d just run into the Grim Reaper himself. A quick tap on the screen of his phone and his limo was in front of them. Before he could step forward to open the door for them, his driver was upon them doing the task himself.
                  “We’ll be going to Mia’s,” Benson nodded at the man. When she began to tell him her address, Benson cut her off. “He already knows.”
                  “Why does he already know where I live?” She questioned, her voice trying to be hard and demanding. She pressed her hands into the leather beneath her, scooting far away from Benson.
                  “I was just making sure you got home safely this week,” Benson admitted as he mocked her motions. “I’m glad I did. What if you would’ve seen that guy on the street?”
                  “I’m capable of handling myself,” She stated, regaining her strength.
                  “It didn’t look that way,” Benson gruffly crossed his arms, not wanting to know but dying for answers. “Who was that?”
                  “Bad news,” Mia said simply.
                  “Obviously.”
                  “I don’t want to talk about my past, Benson. I was barely alive when I got to New York, and Aaron took advantage of that. It’s done and over with.”
                  In a swift motion, she was on top of him, her legs pressed on either side of his big frame as he straddled him. Benson let out a tense sigh under her touch. She was warm and soft, a deadly combination. His cock grew in his pants as she nestled into him, her locked around him with her lips on the bare skin of his neck. She left a soft kiss and drew back, looking at him with water filled eyes.
                  “I can still feel his eyes on me.”
                  Benson’s jaw tightened, “He hurt you.”
                  “Make me forget him, Benson, please,” Her voice cracked. “I need you.”
                  Just as swiftly as he groaned, his hands were in her pants. Mia didn’t want him, she needed him. She was vulnerable. He felt if he touched her too hard she might shatter into a thousand pieces, but if he didn’t touch her hard enough she’d seek pleasure