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
“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
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
“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
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
“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
“Didn’t think you’d come in person,” I say to him. Then it hits me. “You think Kroos will attack the moment I announce my position formally.”He shrugs. “It’s important we show unity.”I nod. Unity is exactly what we need now. A show of strength against anyone who would challenge us.With that in mind, I walk into the study where my uncle formed the Robertson crime family. Mata stands to my right and Lincoln to my left as I inform these deadly and dangerous men that, from this moment on, they are under my order.“If you have a problem with it, tell me now. Don’t wait to do it behind my back or you’ll be seen as a traitor and killed as one.” I scan the faces of everyone present, searching for any form of dissent. There is none.One by one, the men give me their oath of allegiance. Swearing their lives to me and to the family. In return, I give them my promise to make us powerful once again. To thrive and let the world know the Robertson are a force to be reckoned with.Over their heads
“You said you have a lead. It’s been months. You’re king now and have all the power. I want revenge, Nathan !” Katy demands when I find her in the study.She’s sitting in the chair that once belonged to her brother, and it strikes me how much like a mafia princess she looks. Not only does she dress the part, always in Versace from head to toe, but there’s an underlying ruthlessness in her dark eyes she usually keeps well hidden.Not today. Her brown eyes blaze as she stares at me, and there’s a barely noticeable tic in her jaw I take the seat opposite her and look at her from across the desk. “I’m on it.”“Who is it, dammit? Tell me.” She wipes a tear that’s rolled down her cheek, then averts her gaze. “I need to know closure is just around the corner.”“His name is Harry Kane .”Her face whips back to me “Why haven’t you killed him yet?”“Because I don’t kill anyone on a mere suspicion. I need proof. You better than anyone should know the importance of that.”Tilting her chin up, sh