Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He laughs gruffly. “What other women?”
“You’re a criminal boss. A leader of a crime organization, you said. The Kilts. That means you probably have a different woman every night.”
“You’re wrong.”
“What? So, you don’t have a girlfriend? Or girlfriends, plural?”
“I thought we had a deal where questions were concerned.”
“That’s not much of an answer.”
He laughs again. I’m sure there’s a mocking tone in there, as if he finds the concept of me standing up for myself amusing. I’m almost tempted to read something else into his laughter, especially when he reaches his hand out, gesturing to me.
Admiration?
“Come here, Bonnie.”
I should say no. This man has been bossy to the extreme. I need to let him know I won’t do anything he says. I should be thinking about escaping. If I’m going to be a private detective someday, the last thing I should do is fall for a crime boss, but my lust and confusing desire sends me across the bed, the air kissing at my naked sex, teasing at the wetness there.
He takes my shoulders and pulls me up so I’m kneeling on the bed. Leaning down, his warm breath tickles my cheeks and moves down my neck, teasing me afresh. His lips crush against mine with boiling hunger. I gasp at the force of it, the desire immediately doubling, tripling, growing massively inside of me as his rough lips claim mine. I savor the texture, the heat, and every beat of the moment.
He grunts in pleasure, his hands sliding down to my naked ass, indulging in touching me as our mouths open and our tongues move together. Nerves buzz across my lips and all around my body, spawned from the kiss, feeling the aching within that tells me this means something.
This man and me, this stranger, my dad’s best friend…We’re going to be something one day.
When his hand strokes over my belly toward my sex, I force myself to push against his chest, shaking my head. “I can’t do this. I can’t give you what you want.”
“You can,” he snarls, his hand squeezing my ass at the same time. “You will.”
“No,” I yell. “I’m a virgin, okay? So you can’t force me to be your personal plaything. You can’t treat me this way. It’s not fair, and I won’t stand for it.”
“A virgin.”
He steps back as if I’m radioactive, staring down at me. I can’t tell exactly how he feels about it, but it doesn’t look good with his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, I’m gross to him.
“Yeah,” I snap. “So, if you planned to have an instant nympho, you’ve made a big mistake. I’m not that woman.”
“You’re a… virgin.”
“Didn’t you hear me the first time?”
I have to be as fiery as I can so he can’t see the emotions he brings out in me. Crazily, I want him to tell me it’s okay. I don’t have to be ashamed. I shouldn’t want anything from this man, but I can’t deny it.
“Damn,” he says, turning and striding for the door.
That’s it? Damn?
He opens the door and slams it behind him. He’s gone.
CHAPTER SIX
Blake
“Are you good?” Malcolm asks as we drive out to the meeting with Enzo at a shopping mall food court.
I stare out the window at the passing countryside. I left Bonnie a couple of hours ago when she dropped that bombshell into the middle of our heat.
She’s a virgin. She’s never been with a man, and there I was, letting out the full beast, spanking her, owning her. I can’t lie. I still want to spank her round, creamy ass, still want—need—to make it turn a gorgeous shade of red as her curves ripple for me, but there was dread in her voice when she revealed the truth.
It was like she thought I’d want her less. I had to leave before I told her, Good, because I meant it. I own you—every inch of your young virgin body. No other man will ever see your soaked slit. I didn’t even drive her to a finish.
“Boss?” Malcolm says.
I look at my second-in-command, nodding. “Fine.”
“Wonder what Enzo’s going to offer,” Malcolm mutters, scratching at the small scar just above the right side of his lip.
“Stopping his attacks would be the place to start. Anything less is wasting our time. He’s lucky nobody’s been injured yet, but he’ll need to reimburse us for the damages.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
I sigh darkly. “We’ll have to make him stop, just like I had to make his father stop. A bullet to the head. It’s the only thing men like Enzo understand.”
For Isla… for Bonnie’s mother and Cameron’s wife.
As I’m thinking about my old best friend, my cellphone rings. It’s Cameron.
“Yeah?” I say, answering.
I try not to think about our old phone calls before Isla and the fallout. We’d laugh and banter as we did when we were children and young men before he said he wanted nothing to do with me. This is our friendship now—tense phone calls, with both of us avoiding any mention of the past.