“That when I come as hard as I do with you, I’m getting fucked right.” I lifted a brow. I said it to shock him and piss him off, mostly for acting like he could give me big brother advice after having his dick up my pussy before any other man had.
Yet, he didn’t take offense. He stalked forward and bent at the waist to grab my chin and have me look up at him. “You better make sure of it. No one deserves you if they can’t fuck you like me.”
“Really?” I quirked my head. “What if I can’t find that?”
“I’m starting to think I don’t want you to.” The muscles in his jaw ticked. Something in him shifted, a weight came down on us that I wasn’t ready for. His eyes grew dark, troubled, and cold. “Before, I would have told you I’m the only one who deserves you, Lilah. Now, I know that’s not true. But I have a week to make you know what it is you deserve.”
“Before what, Dante?”
He shook his head and then pulled my bottom lip from my teeth where I was worrying over his words all of a sudden. Then he kissed me slow and deliberately. There was no hunger anymore. This kiss was a goodnight one. When he pulled back, his green eyes were warm and full of charm again. It was a mask to fend off anyone trying to get something more from him. “Hey, tomorrow, be ready for me, huh?”
I nodded. “Ready right now.”
“Don’t tempt me. I have to get back before my mom gets suspicious.”
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It’d been a week.
One week of having her all to myself.
“Lilah,” I whispered.
She murmured in her sleep and rolled over enough that the sheets lowered to expose her breasts to me. I’d marked them for probably the fifth time this week and didn’t hesitate to run a finger over a bite mark.
I was going to hell. Not just the normal hell but the inferno. All the rings. Every fucking circle. My name was completely and utterly on point in this instance.
Dex, Dominic, Dimitri, and Declan were going to kill me. They’d fought off probably half the male population to protect their sisters over the years. I’d fought off the other half and Garrett and David would be getting their ass beat by me, too.
Lilah was the town’s angel. I’d told them time and time again. Those guys knew that.
Everyone did.
She was sweet and pretty in every way known to man. Her curls had been like Shirley Temple’s until she was about twelve, and even then, her cheeks still got as rosy as the actress’s when she was embarrassed. Her innocence shouldn’t have been tainted by anything, ever. It was the one thing I’d looked forward to when I came home from leave, the way she’d blush when I gave her a trinket or the way I’d get a shy smile when I said hello to her sitting quietly at a family birthday. Her only flaws were that her heart was too big, her fear too great, and her need to do right too strong for us to be anything but friendly over the years.
Until we were more than friendly this week.
Damn, I didn’t belong anywhere near her, but I’d been toeing that line for too long.
Our night together was probably bound to happen one way or the other.
I’d stared at Delilah for a whole fucking year in a way I shouldn’t have. I swear, she turned seventeen and I saw her in a whole new light.
She’d always been an untouchable, beautiful girl, but I’d never considered anything more until she’d jumped in my car one day when I’d offered to drive her to school while on leave.
She’d turned seventeen that summer.
I’d been over in Afghanistan, graduated to Delta Force after being a Special Ops Ranger for three years. They’d psych-tested me, looked into my family history, and ran me through a physical that most rangers probably couldn’t pass.
I’d aced everything.
Or their dicks were so hard after seeing my biological father’s name on the file that they pushed me through. His mob connection and reputation as a sort of James Bond for the government twenty years ago made for a great story.
People didn’t understand that the mob had been working with the government in some capacity for a long time.
No one had found him since I was a baby. All we had to show for him was a very nice farm and a small fortune in my mother’s bank account. That and he left me DNA that gave me a knack for killing and having a precise shot. I didn’t fold under pressure, I relished it. I didn’t shrink from torture or pain, I inflicted it. But before all that, I’d lived a normal life. I grew up down the street from this big family, and I became best friends with Delilah’s older brothers and her twin sister.