I clenched my teeth as Willow went lax beneath me. I was hard enough to drive spikes through railroad ties, and she had fallen into post-orgasmic sleep. Except her mouth, I hadn't even gotten to taste her. With her asleep, I certainly couldn't do that now, either. I'd have to wait for her to wake up. Wake up and then let me control her pleasure again. The chuckle that escaped my mouth was possessive and strained.Releasing her body, I straightened. My gaze fell back to the gun on her nightstand. Once again, fury rose shot through me in one fast, burning spurt of rage. I was going to kill him. Fucking Domenico. I pushed up from the bed. I didn't want Willow to wake up to me being a rage case right above her. I stalked into the bathroom, ran some cool water. Splashing it over my face, I waited for my dick to deflate. It wasn't going to take long, not with where my thoughts had gone. He's put her in danger. Knowingly. Selfishly. At least I hadn't known what would happen if I dropp
"Help me get a dress on," I said, trying to will him into faster movement. The man was a slug in molasses on a cold day. I wanted to grab his shoulders, tug him in the right direction. But his shoulders were out of bounds. He stood there, a dumbfounded look on his face. "All of this freakout is over her parents? Are they horrible people who hurt orphans or kill vagrants?"I jerked back. "No! They're the salt of the earth. Very loving and cuddly." A smile pulled at my mouth. "Especially Momma. But you don't want to get on their bad side. I don't want you on their bad side. And if they find out that you were here last night, you'll never crawl out of the bad side." I cradled his cheeks between my palms. "They're important to me, Ryker."He leaned forward, pressed his lips to mine. "Then I'll do my best. But they better not come down on you for anything. That I won't accept. You're a grown ass woman capable of making her own decisions about what she does with her body. They don't g
Shoving a leg into my pants, I struggled to put my emotions away. The fact that I even had to struggle pissed me off to no end. She'd pulled her stitches. Didn't say fucking boo about it while I'd been inside her and pulled her stitches. I wanted to ring her pretty neck and bury myself inside her again. As soon as I got her to my penthouse, I was going to lock her to my bed and ravage her body. Shove a gag in her mouth so she couldn't convince me to do things I hadn't planned on doing. My body shuddered as goosebumps rose up on my skin. The feeling of being inside her, no barriers between us...I pushed the thoughts away. I had to get dressed, get back out there. I licked my lips, remnants of her sweet cream remained. I was moving before I finished the thought. I wanted her under me. Over me. In front of me. However I could get her, I would take her. Just as I was about to cross back into her bedroom, sanity returned. Her adoptive parents are coming. They're important to her
I couldn't help but respond. Even knowing Momma and Papa were outside my bedroom door. It meant nothing. Not when Ryker overwhelmed me. When he took his pleasure from my body. When he gave me mind-blowing sensations in return. I'd almost come off the bed and Superman punched Momma in the throat for attempting to touch him. Let alone the fact that he was mine, he didn't like to be touched. No one would be touching him but me. Not if they wanted to keep their hands attached to their bodies. With the slightest tilt, Ryker somehow managed to push his tongue even deeper inside my mouth. I sucked on his tongue. Reveled in his groan that vibrated through our joined flesh. My arms were getting tired, and I didn't want to accidentally touch him again. Not after everything else so far today. It wasn't even lunch time and I felt like the day had been as long as a month. I tried to pull back, to put some space between us. He growled and pulled me closer. Bossy, possessive jerk. M
My wound dressed to Ryker's exacting standards, and I was back up in his arms as he carried me to the couch in the living room. He set me down. Gave me a kiss. "What do you want for breakfast?" Papa laughed from over at the kitchen island. "Momma and I brought everything a healing body needs. We can all eat together."Ryker looked up and over. Nodded. "That works for me." He left me on the couch and went over to help Papa. Tali took his spot. "What the hell is going on? I've never seen Momma so quiet and subdued."I nodded. "Ryker set her back on her heels. Not one shit was given, Tali. If I'd been able to climb him like a tree, we certainly wouldn't be having breakfast right now. It was really hot...after I wanted to punch him in the face for it."Tali snickered. "I'm surprised he tamed the beastie."I smiled. "With a couple sentences. It was amazing. A little brutal, but amazing. Papa even backed Ryker."Tali whistled low. "Damn.""Yeah. Good luck finding anyone who
The man looked like hell. While most of me rejoiced at the fact, I couldn't help but wince in sympathy. I'd been on the receiving end of the Amatucci brothers' love for Willow. How much worse had it been when one of their own had endangered her? Not that he hadn't deserved every inch of pain and bruising. Angelo stalked over to the front door like a silent, deadly wraith. Not even his shoes made noise on the cement floor. He shut the door with a quiet snick. The rest of the Amatucci family seemed to pull in a collective breath and hold it. I looked at them, met each of their gazes. Maria's was the only one that didn't have my death promised in the dark gaze. In fact, I'd never seen that combination of emotions on a face at one time. Disappointment tinged with satisfaction and sorrow. Must be a parent thing. I was going to catch some heat for my role in the current situation. Although technically it had been Massimo who spilled the full can of beans, I had opened said ca
My heart in my throat, I waited for him to make his decision. Willed him to let me in, to let me help. I needed to know what had happened to him. What had formed him. How he came to be the man he was. As the silence dragged on, I could feel myself shrinking, imploding. He was going to push me away. Break the bonds that had already formed. Set them on fire and run for the hills. I gave him a sad smile, nodded. I'd known it was too good to be true. I wasn't keepable. I was too broken and dark to be with someone who lived in the light like he did. From the very beginning, I'd known. Bad guys didn't help strangers. Not like he had. He'd felt guilty that I'd been kidnapped after he dropped me back off at the bakery. But he was seeing what my life was really like. How closely I was tied to the Amatuccis. He saw how deep the pits I lived in were. How dark. How much I'd become like those pits. Unsaveable. I wasn't fit for the light and that's all he was. Lightness, gentleness-albei
Her broken tears washed me clean. As if she'd brought some bleach and sterilized the memories, I felt lighter. Not so heavy, not so dark. Lighter. My eyes were dry, so fucking dry. I hadn't cried since that day, I realized. Another thing that bastard had stolen from me. The memory of Angelo and Domenico weeping in each other's arms ran through my mind again. That's what family should be. They might have ethics as flexible as a Slinky, but their morals and values were hard as granite. I couldn't understand anything of what she was saying, but her touch and spirit gentled me. Calmed me. Soothed me as nothing ever had in the past. I'd jostled her in my arms, forced her to grab onto my shoulders. I hadn't been able to ask for her touch there, but I'd needed it. Demanded it. So we lay there. Two broken people trying to act like we were whole. Our darkness spoke to each other's darkness. They communed together. No brighter for the coming together, but certainly no darker for i