Chapter Four
Carver ended his phone call just as the door to his room opened. He didn’t say anything, simply taking in the sight of her, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. The old white tee fell to her knees, looking oversized on her, but it did nothing to hide her tempting and curvy body or the swell of her generously-proportioned breasts.
While she slept, he’d imagined putting his mouth to her nipple, closing his teeth on it and biting down. Fuck, he fantasized plenty of filthy things he wanted to do to her, but he held himself back. His angel deserved better, and they needed to talk. Carver might be the most feared man in the city, but he didn’t take a woman against her will when compliance was so much sweeter.
Yasmin walked right towards the full floor-to-ceiling windows, gazed outwards, and gasped. Carver walked up behind her. Once his chest brushed against the curve of her back, she tensed, relaxing a little when he did nothing but trace his fingers across her arm.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“I can see the entire city from here. I didn’t realize we were so high up. Where are we?”
“Taurus Tower. I own this building,” he answered simply.
Carver could give her the entire world if she wanted. All she needed to do was ask. Yasmin didn’t understand the kind of power she wielded, or the sway she had over him. Having her here, in his apartment, cemented the fact he wanted to keep her forever. Carver could imagine waking up next to her in the morning, his body draped against hers, his dick sheathed inside her slick folds. He could see himself walking alongside her as they strolled across one of the city’s many parks.
Carver wanted to see her smile, hear her laughter. When he asked her if she was happy, she had no answers for him. He understood. Guy, the man he’d sent to escort Larry back home, updated him about their living conditions. While she showered, Guy appeared at his doorstep, bringing one small duffel bag, which held everything she owned.
They still had a long way to go before she even showed him a shred of trust, but Carver could be patient. She was worth more than anything he owned, or the empire he’d struggled to build.
As a monster that lived in darkness for so long, he’d never seen a glimpse of light until her.
“Of course you do,” she said, not stopping or pushing him away when he put aside her hair to press his nose against the nape of her neck. She shuddered, leaning in closer to his embrace. His erection dug against the zipper of his jeans. Carver clenched his jaw.
God, but she smelled good. Enticing, especially knowing she used the same soap he did. Yasmin looked amazing in his shirt, too. Possessiveness flared up inside of him, overriding any other emotion. It would be so easy to take her against the window and slide his dick into her cunt. He bet she’d be soaking wet for him, that if he ran his knuckles across her nipples, they’d be hard points.
All Carver needed to do was slide his hand up her thigh, past her shirt and gain access to what he’d soon own.
Breathing hard, he pulled away in case he did something he’d regret.
She turned towards him, a look of puzzlement on her face.
“Breakfast,” was all he managed to say, gesturing to the offerings in the kitchen. He had Guy stop at his favorite diner in the city along the way.
“You confuse me the hell out of me,” she said, joining him on one of the stools facing the kitchen counter.
“Why?” He didn’t know what she liked, so he’d ordered everything. Carver set out the waffles, bacon, and coffees.
She grabbed the coffee, brushing her fingers across his inked ones, and blushed before taking a sip.
Endearing as fuck.
“Just now, I thought you’d—” Yasmin faltered, took a longer sip. “Even back in your bedroom, when I first woke up. You left me untouched. Okay, that kind of sounded lame, but you get my point.”
“The last thing I want is for you to resent me. Besides, I know the outcome. Sooner or later, you’ll be begging for my touch, my dick.”
Color spread to her cheeks and neck.
“Cocky bastard,” she whispered. “Do you think I’ll give in so easily to you?”
“I know you will, angel. Most women are terrified of me. Oh, they’re curious about bedding the kingpin, but deep down? They’re in it for the thrill. They pretend to like the things I do to them in the bedroom, but you? You couldn’t hide what you were from me yesterday.”
“What I am?”
“I know what you desire.”
She broke eye contact and began bringing out the rest of the food from the brown paper bags. “Are you always this crass?”
In her haste, she knocked over her coffee cup. He grabbed her hand before the hot brown liquid hurt her.