“Does that mean you’re an escaped criminal?”
“That means I’m capable of really bad things. I didn’t lie to you before and I don’t have any intention of doing so now. However, there are things you will never learn about my life.”
“You make it sound like we’re going to be a couple.”
I fingered her mouth, rubbing with enough pressure that her eyes opened wide. “I hope you’re telling me the truth. If I find out otherwise, you won’t like the consequences.” A couple. She had no way of knowing what it would mean if I kept her as anything other than a possession. She’d become a weakness, an instant target that even a bastard like me wouldn’t want to force onto her life.
However, I could keep her a secret for a length of time.
If she wasn’t lying to me.
I’d find that out soon enough.
To her credit, she didn’t seem afraid. She didn’t shake or whimper, just stared me in the eyes rebelliously.
That only made me want her even more. Unable to resist, I crushed my body against hers, sliding my hands down then lifting her up by several feet. I was easily able to slip the tip of my cock just inside, pushing her all the way against the window. She mewed her response, clinging to my shoulders, her eyes darting back and forth across mine.
“To answer your question, I am a man you don’t want to cross. I suggest you keep that in mind.” When I thrust the entire length inside, I was amazed how her tight pussy muscles clamped around my shaft, drawing me in even deeper. I could fuck her for hours and still never have enough. I kept her pinned to the window, sliding in and out. I planted my hands on either side of her, rolling onto the balls of my feet as I drove as deep inside as her body would allow.
“Bastard,” she whispered.
My chest heaving, I kept my hard glare on her beautiful face. “I’m glad you’re beginning to understand your place. I’m going to fuck you and often.”
She was such a slight little creature but rounded in all the right places. I had a feeling she had no idea just how gorgeous she was. I could imagine how the men at the bar reacted to her, how they manhandled her. I couldn’t allow that to happen any longer. She was mine.
As I started fucking her in earnest, she said nothing, but she didn’t have to. Her body responded as it had before, her breath skipping and the pulse in her neck throbbing. Just the heat from her skin alone was enough to keep the fire burning deep within me. She was wet, her pussy muscles yielding to me. I was still insatiable with need, unable to control myself around her. I wanted every part of her, to drive her to the furthest realms of ecstasy over and over again. As I continued fucking her, I realized that even if I was required to toss her aside, that would be a command I wouldn’t be able to follow.
I would simply need to find a way to protect and shield her from my world. If that was possible. I slammed my hands against the window, using the friction and the power of my muscles to keep her in position. Nothing had felt so good as being inside of her. Candy continued to study me, trying to dig her way into my soul. Even if she managed to do so, what she would find would certainly terrify her even more than she was at this point.
There was a softness to her that had nothing to do with her glorious body. Even the lushness of her lips was appealing, a reminder that I was usually nothing more than a bastard when it came to women. This beautiful girl deserved the finer things in life, rather than living in a shitty apartment or working in a seedy bar.
I could make that happen for her. Hell, I could rock her entire world, allowing her to live in the lap of luxury. Maybe that’s what I needed to do. I couldn’t concentrate, the sensations rolling through me explosive in nature. I wanted to chain her to my bed, keeping her prepared for my return, but I’d need to learn everything about the beautiful vixen before I felt comfortable that she wasn’t a plant.
That was the way of my jaded life, never being able to enjoy the freedom the money and power should allow. When she pressed her knees against my legs, squeezing her pussy muscles, it was her way of attempting to take control. I lowered my head, allowing her to hear several guttural growls before I captured her mouth. She wrapped her hand around my neck, her fingers caressing my skin as I continued fucking her.
She had no way of knowing that she was melting away a layer surrounding me, solidifying her place in my life.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I’d be able to let her go.
As another orgasm swept up from my balls, this time I threw my head back with a primal roar.
Candy had been brought into my life for a reason. Now it was time to find out why. If she wasn’t the charming flower that she portrayed herself to be, the consequences she’d face would be harsh as well as irreversible.
She would then realize she’d crossed the wrong man.
* * *
As I moved into the living room, I was surprised to find Dimitre drinking coffee. Since we’d moved in, he’d spent a single night in the apartment we shared, his duties as security officer of the patriarch of the Kozlov Bratva often keeping him working late into the night and crashing in his room at the main estate.
I didn’t acknowledge his presence as I moved toward the coffeemaker. It was another libation I rarely indulged in, but after the night of passion I’d shared with the rebellious woman and the day ahead, caffeine was the least of my worries.
“Any news on the bastards who tried to destroy us?” Dimitre asked. He had a penchant for being overly dramatic, which usually didn’t bother me but today, I remained on edge, the bitterness and rage nearly consuming me. Anytime I was forced to come in close contact with the Irish, it dragged out my demon.
With a single exception.
Damn it. I had to get Candy out of my mind, but her tough, contrary demeanor coupled with her utter innocence continued to call to me.
“We’ve been here six fucking days, Dimitre. I’m not a goddamn miracle worker.”