She widened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him, reminding him of a deer caught in the headlights. An illusion. Carver knew steel existed in her spine. Larry McDowell might be a coward, a miserable excuse of a man, but his daughter? Yasmin was a fucking queen in her own right.
Few individuals possessed the courage to stare down the kingpin and offer themselves selflessly to save a loved one. He’d seen plenty of men and women cave, selling their own souls, their blood, for survival’s sake.
He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed each one. Hunger moved inside of him like a living storm. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he tugged her close until his chest pressed up against her breasts. She spread her fingers across his chest but didn’t step back, didn’t protest. If she did, he’d stop, reconsider his strategy.
Carver planted his hand over the back of her neck, holding her in place as he finally took her lips. He sucked and nipped on her lower lip, the moment made a thousand times sweeter when she responded. Like he predicted, she yielded to him and gave him her all, even parting her lips so he could thrust his tongue down her throat.
He pushed his other hand past the hem of her shirt, nearly driven mad at the realization she didn’t wear any underwear underneath. Not yet, he cautioned himself, moving his hand upwards to give one of her breasts a squeeze. She rubbed herself against him, a moan spilling out as he released her mouth.
Carver gave her nipple a pinch. Her pupils dilated, and her lips looked swollen from his kiss.Perfect.
He rubbed her tits and slid his hand lower, running his fingers over her mound, tugging at the pubic hair, and to his approval, she parted her legs, giving him more access.
“Beautiful girl, I want to see you get yourself off on my hand.”
She flushed red, but before her embarrassment made her pull away from him, he rubbed at her pussy lips and continued. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” She rocked her hips back and forth. “I like it when you give me commands, but I’m terrified at the same time.”
“You have nothing to fear from me, angel. The last thing I’ll do is hurt you.” He lifted his hand to his lips, still slicked from her juices, and licked at it. “Mmm, better than honey.”
If possible, she turned even redder. Yasmin didn’t protest when he lifted the hem of her shirt.
“Raise your hands,” he ordered, pleased she did as he asked, and he peeled the fabric off her. His shirt might look good on her, but naked, she was splendid. He silently devoured her creamy skin, her tempting curves, the swell of her generously-sized breasts.
“Do you look at all women you have over like that?” she asked as he placed a hand on her hip and brought her close to him.
Bare flesh kissed fabric. He knew with certainty that she was now his for the taking, that she’d submit to him beautifully, judging by her body’s reaction. Carver’s dick thickened, pressing up painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Not yet, he told himself.
He placed an arm over her waist and ran it lower, down the curve of her back to the globes of her ass. She shuddered against him, parting her thighs once more when he used his other hand to start stroking her cunt again. Yasmin gasped, eyes wide, when he slid two fingers into her tight heat.
A moan slipped from her lips, and he couldn’t help it. Carver sealed his lips over hers again.
“God,” she whispered when he pulled away.
She panted, rubbed her chest against him, and moved her hips as he pumped his fingers in and out of her hole. Carver groaned, wanting to free his erection from his pants. At this rate, his control would unravel and he’d flip her on her hands and knees and rut her like a beast. The scary thing was—he didn’t think she’d mind.
She’d welcome his roughness just as she’d stared into the darkness inside of him ten years ago and never once flinched. Dangerous woman. A temptress with the face of an angel, but he needed to establish Yasmin was his. Whatever Carver set his sights on, he went after it, and she was the elusive treasure he’d been waiting for his entire life.
Yasmin didn’t know it yet, but she was never walking out of here before becoming his.