Chapter Five
What am I doing? Will I really let this stranger, this gorgeous, scarred and broken kingpin, take me in his kitchen?
Yasmin didn’t put up any resistance, never wanted to. Ever since he kissed her fingers, introducing her to his firm and proprietary touches, she was gone. That made her worse than him, didn’t it? Wanting the man who wouldn’t blink as his flunky hurt or ended the life of her father. Not that Larry won any father of the year award anytime soon.
“You’re distracted. Means I’m doing something wrong. Angel, I want your sole attention on me,” Carver said in disapproval, using those wickedly talented fingers of his to rub at her clit. She moaned and would have been unable to maintain her balance if not for his firm hand on her ass.
“Don’t be afraid, angel.” Carver stopped and released her, making her groan in frustration. One moment, he had her hot and bothered, and now, he wanted a conversation? God, but he was maddening.
“I’m not scared,” she stated.
Carver pressed her up against the kitchen wall, lifted her hands up over her head, and kept them there. An illusion of restraint, because as ridiculous as it sounded, she believed his promise. Carver would never hurt her unless she asked. If she told him to stop, he would in a heartbeat. Her pulse spiked. Her skin felt hot, stretched tightly over her bones. She looked right into his face, aware he rocked a massive boner for her.
“You are. You’re terrified of yielding to me, but don’t worry. I know you’ll bend, but never break.”
Yasmin didn’t know why his words made her shiver. If was as if he could peel away all the fortress walls she put up over her heart to hide her secret self and look right at her. He was right. She’d let him take her here and now, fuck her against the wall and beg him for more. Yasmin felt like a stranger in her own body, like it had a will of its own, and she didn’t care.
She blurted the first words in her head. “Kiss me.”
He granted her wish and closed his firm lips over hers. She loved it, the possessive way he devoured her mouth as if he wanted to show her preview of how he’d fuck her. He put one leg between her legs, and she rubbed her pussy against the denim of his jeans. Don’t be ashamed of your desires, he told her. No judgment here. She’d do just that, because with him, she felt like she no longer needed to hide for fear of rejection.
Carver broke from the kiss, only to plant more down the side of her neck. He used a little bit of teeth, leaving a trail of small, pinkish bites. Moisture flooded between her legs. She’d probably leave a mark on his pants, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Shirt,” she said, slightly out of breath as he traced her left nipple with his tongue. “Please. I want to see you naked, too.”
Carver released her hands, smirked, and raised his. She couldn’t help it. Giggling, she peeled off his shirt, unveiling rock-hard muscle inked in black. Seeing the artwork on him took her breath away. Yasmin couldn’t believe they were really doing this, but then, when was the last time she’d done anything wild in her entire life? Taking initiative, she undid the button of his jeans and unzipped him, widening her eyes as she pulled out his impressive shaft.
He smiled, showing teeth. “Daunted?”
Yasmin shook her head. Curiosity made her trace every vein, bump, and ridge with her fingers. He groaned, closing his fingers over hers, guiding her.
“Curl your fingers over my dick,” he instructed, gaze intense again. “Tell me, angel. How many men have you been with?”
She didn’t miss the surge of jealousy in his voice as she began to work him, stroking him from tip to root.
“Three, but all my exes made sex seem like it’s nothing special.” She focused on her task, not wanting to speak about her failed relationships, but Carver took her by surprise and gave her a slow kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip as he pulled away.
“They hurt you.” He made it sound like a statement, not a question.
“That’s a risk everyone takes.” She tried to sound casual, but bitterness accompanied her words. All her exes had taken vital chunks of her heart when they left, making her unable to trust anyone easily again.
“Everyone isn’t you. Tell me their names, angel,” he whispered against his ear, voice a deadly caress. “And I’ll make sure they never draw breath again.”
She halted, speechless. Yasmin believed him, yet his words reminded her she was in his world now, and the kingpin could snuff out lives as easily as blowing out a candle’s flickering flame.
“Angel,” he said, taking her wrist. She didn’t realize her fingers had started to tremble. “This entire city fears me. The last person I want to see with that horrified look is you.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, I’m feeling way over my head.”
Carver kissed her fingers. “Even if the entire world becomes your enemy, I’ll fight them for you. You’re everything to me, angel, and you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, for you.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ever since we met in that dirty alleyway, it’s always been you.” Carver slipped a hand between her legs again, plundering her mouth, and Yasmin ceased thinking. The press of his hard body against her soft curves, the way he held her firm, it was so addictive, feeling wanted and wanting him.
“Carver,” she murmured, parting her thighs wider. “I need—”
“Tell me.” He nuzzled her neck, and she felt the brush of teeth there, moaning when he bit down, all the while moving his hand back and forth in her wet cunt. Carver continued, “How much do you want my cock in you?”