I must be losing my mind. Falling for a girl this fast. I’m going to have to double my defenses to protect her. I won’t be able to leave her at a house on her own, away from my life. My enemies will see that she means something to me, that she is a weakness, and they will seek to exploit that weakness to their own advantage. We’ve been living in relative peace lately, but if I have to, I’ll kill every last one of them to protect her.
If anything ever happened to her…
An egg bursts in my hand. “Shit,” I curse under my breath, rinsing it off in the sink.
This is how wars begin. From the days of Troy onward. This is how kings go down. Until now, I’ve been a man without weaknesses.
Until a waitress in a worn out dress and apron walked into my life.
“Hey you,” Mia says, wiping her eyes as she comes up beside me, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. “Making eggs?”
“Trying.” I smile, nodding to the mess in the sink.
“Here. Let me.”
She takes over, cracking and scrambling the eggs with ease and adding them to a hot pan. Is this what heaven is like? A naked goddess cooking breakfast for me?
“Right, I forgot. You work at a diner.”
“Hey, I’m a waitress, not a cook,” she reminds me. “But my momma taught me my way around a stove. Is there any bacon in there?”
I check the fridge and find a package, which I hand to her. I lean back against the wall, my arms crossed, my cock growing by the second as I watch her move about the kitchen. Christ, she’s beyond gorgeous. And such confidence. By the time she’s plating up our meal, I’m hungry for something else entirely. But I sit down beside her and eat, one hand on my fork, the other possessively on her thigh.
But even as I sit with her, I know that there is an uncertain future ahead of us. I can feel myself falling and falling hard. Already the thought of having her out of my sight is like the threat of torture. I have things I must attend to as the head of my empire. Things I cannot have her involved in.
She is my weakness now.
If I am going to continue my father’s empire, she cannot be involved. I have to distance myself from her. Not just for my sake, but for hers. For her safety. For her life.
“I’ll make some calls today,” I tell her. “You give me your mother and brother’s names and I’ll have them brought across the border tomorrow.”
Mia’s eyes well up instantly. “Anton…”
“But Mia…we are going to have to establish some ground rules.” The words are like acid on my tongue. I see the confusion on her face as I start to speak, and even as I begin, I know I cannot finish. I can’t hurt her like that. As hard as I am falling for her, she is falling just as hard for me.
“Ground rules?” she whimpers, bracing herself for whatever bad news is about to come.
Lord, why can’t I be a good man?
I force a smile and pinch her just above the knee, causing her to squeal. “If you continue this no clothes thing around me, you better expect to get fucked,” I growl as I snatch her into my arms and carry her to the couch.
“Anton, Anton!” she squeals as I toss her roughly down beneath me.
My cock is so hard it almost hurts as I tug it from my briefs and present it to her. “Open,” I command. Obediently, she separates her glistening lips, and I hate myself as I slide inside.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be forcing a distance between us, not solidifying the bond. But I simply can’t help myself. She’s domesticating me. Making a husband out of the monster. And as the wetness and warmth of her mouth surrounds my thick inches, I let out a groan of contentment that causes her eyes to twinkle up at me like two bright stars.
I thrust in and out of her perfect lips, the blood coursing through my cock as I pump, driven by her perfection. With both hands, I reach down and cup her breasts, feeling the hard nipples, signals of her arousal.
“I have to have you again, Peaches. Is that pussy ready for me?”
She does her best to nod with her mouth full.
God, she’s a vision of sex…
I can hardly bear to be outside of her for the few brief seconds it takes to move my cock from her mouth to her tight slit. We both gasp as I enter her. Her body stiffens until she gets used to me again,
and then I begin pumping.