The Protector by Gennita Low Page A

Rose off,” she told him quietly.
    “No, no, Vivi! No want to go home,” Rose said, her voice agitated, leaning forward between the two front seats. “No take me home.”
    Vivi. Her name was Vivi. Jazz repeated it silently. It suited her. She gave him a brief glance, as if it were his fault for bringing up the subject.
    “Rose, I don’t know where else to take you,” she said slowly, as if she was weighing her answer carefully. “You don’t have any other relatives, and the orphanages won’t take you in because they know you have parents. Do you have any friends who can help you?”
    Rose shook her head. “No. You can take me?”
    The hope in her voice was heartbreaking, and Jazz wished he could offer her a place to stay. Seeing that she had almostbeen sold as a prostitute, he had a fair idea that her parents didn’t care one way or another where she was. He looked at the woman driving beside him.
    Vivi Verreau was chewing on her lower lip. There was grimness to her profile as she stared ahead. The knuckles of her hands on the steering wheel were white as she made a turn. So much tension suddenly. He wondered at the strength of this woman’s emotions.
    “I can’t take you,” she said, and Jazz could hear the tightness in her words, as if saying them was choking her. “I’m sorry, Rose.”
    Rose’s lower lip trembled. “Vivi, I so scared.”
    “I know you are. I’ll think of something.”
    “You promise?”
    “I…promise.”
    Jazz caught the slight hesitation in Vivi’s reply. She gave him a brief glance before he said anything.
    “No more questions for now, Lieutenant.”
    In a back room in town
    “I don’t want any young girls,” Stefan said. “I want you.”
    Without any greeting, she came to him with greedy hands and lips, stripping him where he stood. He knew that she was a woman who liked control, who enjoyed being in power. He drew in a breath when she raked her fingernails down his stomach suggestively and tugged on the buttons of his pants.
    She reached inside and drew him out. Still without a word, she went on her knees and wrapped her eager mouth around him, tasting him as he stood there in the dark room. She finally made a throaty approving murmur as he grew big and hard, filling her. Giving him one final lick, she released him and worked at taking his pants off.
    Naked, he followed her to the bed in the corner and pushed her down on the soft mattress. She licked her lips as he put on a condom, opening her legs invitingly. The bedcreaked as he climbed on top, scooping her legs up with his arms and parting her thighs wider and higher. Without preliminaries, he was inside her. He knew she would already be wet, and he didn’t wait as he took her hard and fast. She gasped at his roughness, and then started purring, becoming more agitated, as he pushed her legs higher over his shoulders without losing a beat.
    He moved his hand between them, stimulating her as he slid in and out. He watched as she gave a final shriek before succumbing to pleasure, wetting his hand with her essence. He didn’t stop. The plan was to satisfy her for an hour, put her in a good mood.
    She moaned softly. “No, no more, please, s’il vous plait .”
    He ignored her. It was part of their little game. She liked it rough and demanded it. She pushed against him, struggling, telling him over and over, “No, no…stop.”
    He stopped. Slapped her lightly. There was a moment of silence, and then she laughed and raked her hand down his chest. Then she screamed again as he pounded relentlessly into her. He didn’t stop again, no matter how much she begged. He was a master to her slave, fulfilling that fantasy she wanted. Taking her over the edge one final time, he let himself go with a grunt before collapsing on top of her, his body slippery with a sheen of perspiration. She ran her hands up and down his sides, massaging him.
    “Hmmm…you never disappoint me,” she said, flicking her wet hair from her face.
    “I