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“Yes,” he says rigidly.“And the cut on your brow?”“Some people are harder to fire than others.” His body tenses again, and I know that if I continue to question him, he’ll go right back to the state of mind he was in.But I am curious. Did he fire someone and they didn’t want to go? Did they attack him?I suppose his job must be extremely stressful, but I can’t help the niggling in the back of my mind that there’s so much more to it than that.However, it doesn’t matter what my gut says when my heart is screaming at me to hold on to him tighter. And wrapping my arms around his waist, that’s exactly what I do.Natalia “Shit,” I grumble when we reach my street. “My dad’s home.”“You could come with me to my house instead,” Nathan offers.“Your place.” I turn to him and smile, wondering just what kind of house a man like Nathan would have. An old brownstone like mine? Or maybe a modern condo overlooking the city.“Would you like to come?” he whispers near my ear, and something about
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“Where the hell have you been?” My father’s voice booms almost as loudly as the rolling thunder outside.Although I was expecting him to be waiting, I’m still startled. “Jesus, Dad!” I cry, holding my palm over my chest. Then I remember that I’m not decent enough to be in front of him with my shirt wetly clinging to me. Quickly, I cross my arms. “I thought you went out somewhere.”He’s sitting on the couch in the living room, a beer in his hand. “I did go somewhere. To the store.” He digs his fingers into his eye sockets, and suddenly, he seems so tired. “We were out of milk and I know you like it for your cereal.”“I could have just eaten something else,” I say, realizing this was his way of apologizing “But you love cereal for breakfast.” He lifts his weary gaze to me. “I saw you through the camera. Where did you go?”For a moment, I consider lying. But I can’t bring myself to do that to him. “Nathan came by. We went for a walk.”“In the rain? Dressed like that?” He lifts his beer
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My phone buzzes and I tug it from my little black clutch. It’s a text from Nathan saying he’s right outside.“He’s here.” I lean into him and kiss his warm cheek. “Have fun tonight, Dad.”“Send me your location when you get there.”I nod, although that’s the last thing I plan to do. He’d probably end up ditching the event and wait outside wherever we go.Nathan s Superleggera is parked in front of the entrance, but I can’t see him until I slip inside, because the windows are so heavily tinted.When I do, my breath catches. Damn, he’s handsome as sin. Dressed casually in gray slacks and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his thick hair with that effortless finger-brushed messy style, he looks anything but casual. He’s a devastating devil.But it’s the way he takes me in that really has me breathless. The desire in his eyes as they rove over my body is so palpable, he might as well be touching me.“You’re not wearing what I asked you to,” he says.Glancing
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“Am I your gift or your meal?” I ask in breathless anticipation.“Both. I warned you that you’d be dinner tonight. You still came, so I’m going to assume you’re all right with being eaten?”Dear Lord, I’m going to go up in flames.I clear my throat. “Where are you taking me, by the way ?”“Being that my dining room table is in my home, that’s where I’m taking you.”Nathan lives on the upper floor of a ten-story building in Jersey City. It’s one of those places that has served as everything from an office building to a factory and has now been converted into a swanky loft that maintains that industrial character.I’m informed that while there is a reception area where most of the residents come through, Nathan ’s place has its own entrance. An elevator accessible through his private portion of the garage leads directly to his loft.The elevator bell chimes and we step inside the open space.“Wow,” I say, taking it all in—the brick walls, thick exposed beams, large windows that give you
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Nodding, he turns to me. “Why do you paint rain?”“I don’t. You’re the one who sees rain.”Moving so fast I can’t react, he whirls around and pins me to the counter. His gaze just as scrutinizing.I bite my lower lip, then let it go very slowly when his eyes drop to the movement and darken.“You’re doing it again,” I say breathlessly.“What?”“Looking at me like I’m a painting and you’re trying to figure me out.”“You are definitely a piece of art, Natalia . Especially in that dress. And Iamtrying to figure you out. Can you say you’re not doing the same thing to me?” He brushes his lips featherlight over mine.I shut my lids and enjoy the press of his hard body against me and the gentle caress of his mouth. “I am. I want to know who you are.”“Same.”Giggling when he moves to my neck and inhales, I say, “I’m not as interesting. There’s no big mystery. But you…” What was I saying? My mind goes blank when he licks me there, sending shivers of pleasure over my skin.“I beg to differ,” he
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“Let’s fix that.” When he pulls from me and I stand upright, his hot essence flows from my opening, down the inside of my thighs.“What are you doing?” I cover my crotch after he turns me and drops to his knees and begins to push my dress back up to my waist. “Your cum is still dripping from me.”With his face level with my core, he peers up at me, his eyes darker than I’ve seen before. Taking my hands, he moves them away and holds them and the dress tightly against my lower back. “I will lickmycum from your cunt, your lips, and even your ass, Natalia. Because it’s mine, just like every one of your holes I fuck. Never stop me again, is that clear?”I nod and watch with carnal fascination as he presses his mouth to my pussy. His tongue slides through the folds straight to my clit. He circles it, applies pressure, touches the tip lightly, and sucks onBut it’s when he moans, as if the taste of him mixed with mine is an exotic wine, that my knees nearly buckle. For a moment, I’m envious
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Now she’s sleeping soundly, hands tucked beneath her head, long brown lashes resting on freckled cheeks. Rosy nipples peeking through the blanket of her hair.Sweetness intermixed with decadent sin. My innocent pervert.I’m transfixed on her, seeing her as she is now, my gaze touching every part of her exposed body as I recall touching it all night. The idea of doing it all over again makes my dick twitch. I fucked her again and again, and still, it moves, and I’m afraid that I may not get enough of her before the time comes when I take my revenge and break her. Because there’s very little doubt in my mind that Harry killed my father.Then she opens her eyes. The blue is so electric and brilliant, I’m suddenly staring at the little girl in the photo John gave me. She’s happy and kind. Untouched by the things done around her.But it’s the instant smile, genuine and warm enough to heat me in an entirely different way than the sight of her body did, that robs me of breath. Like she’s tru
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“I wasn’t.” She shakes her head vehemently. “Maybe you misheard.”After our morning fuck, she fell asleep again. I wanted to stay in her warmth, but I’m meeting with my capos and soldiers to make the official announcement that the Robertson are now under my control.Then I had a call with Justin. He was finally able to break through the firewall of Harry Shaw’s home security. But there was a problem. The footage had been tampered with and all he could get were fuzzy images that he was still trying to clean up.Even with all that, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to go.I left her on the bed and went into my large walk-in shower. Five minutes in, I heard the scream. It was the type of blood-curdling scream I’ve grown accustomed to hearing, one full of loss and sorrow and terror.With suds in my hair, I flew out of the bathroom, nearly slipping on the tile floor. Natalia was mumbling, writhing, the sheets fisted in her hands. She screamed again, her face contorting in agony and, for a
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