I give him directions to a pharmacy I spot across the street. “I’m going in to grab a few toiletries. I sort of ran out with nothing but the clothes on my back. Thank God I wasn’t wearing pajamas.”“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”Two hours later, I’m sitting comfortably in Nathan ’s living room, staring at the flames dancing in the modern fireplace.“Here.” He offers me a cup of chamomile tea. “Katy says it calms her nerves.”I take it and sip the delicious brew. “Thank you. Being with you calms me too.”He sits beside me, crossing his legs in that casual manner men do, with his ankle over his knee. “I’m sorry that I’ve caused a rift between you two.”“It’s not your fault.” I smile but don’t feel it. “We just need a few days apart to cool down. Then I’ll go back and talk to him.”He frowns. “I know he doesn’t like me, but what spurred this fight?”I peer into my cup, drawing little circles over the rim. “He did a background check on you.”“Ah,” he says, as if that clarifies it all.
“Areyou?” Biting my lower lip, I turn back to the fireplace. “He consults with me on certain purchases. I know more about canvas art than he does.” “Look at me,” he says softly. When I don’t, he brings my face to him with a finger beneath my chin. “I just want to know you. No judgment.” Firelight bounces off his irises, reflecting in shards of golds and reds. “I want to know things that can’t be found by a background check.” A familiar warmth permeates my soul and radiates throughout my body. “Do you mind if I stay here for a night or two? I want to give Dad time to cool down. Maybe you could come with me and talk to him. Show him you’re not a criminal.” Reaching for me, he cups my cheek. “You can stay however long you want. I want you here.” I press myself to his chest, laying my head on his shoulder, and breath in relief at the sound of honesty in his words. He wants me here. “Thank you.” His arms wrap around me, lifting me onto his lap and engulfing me in his protective embra
We ascend the narrow stairwell and when he opens the steel door, a cool, humid breeze hits my face. Although it’s slightly illuminated by the buildings, moon, and stars all around us, as he promised, all the lights on the deck are off.I go to the edge of the spa and dip a toe. “The water’s warm.” Turning to him, I narrow my eyes. “Were you expecting me?”He drops the towel and grins, exposing his very hard and ready cock. “I was definitely expecting you.”The seats in the hot tub double as steps, and they’re steep. Nathan goes in first, then extends his arm to me. Nervously, and with one last glance at the tall buildings all around us, I drop my towel. Even though I know we’re not easily visible in the dark, we are, in fact, visible. It makes me giddy and wickedly aroused.I take his hand and sink into the rippling hot water. He cups my ass even before my feet touch the bottom, inviting me to straddle him. Which I do because it’s becoming instinctual to wrap my arms and legs around h
After he’s lubricated himself as well, he places the tip of his cock against my hole, and pushes in a bit. I expect it to hurt. It does slightly. But it’s the pressure that has me catching my breath. “Relax, sweetness,” he whispers against my ear. He drops his head and nibbles on my neck as he continues to work himself in. One push, two, and he waits, giving me time to accommodate him before, in one powerful thrust, he enters me. I cry out, not from pain but from the intense fullness. And as he begins to pump, his shaft sliding in and out of me easily with the lube, I begin to feel him everywhere. Every cell, every nerve is impacted as he fucks me. “It’s so fucking tight,” Nathan groans. “You feel so good, Natalia . So fucking good.” I’m so sensitive that when he swells just a bit more, he might as well be adding inches to his girth. My moans grow with my arousal, and when he reaches between my legs and cups my pussy, applying pressure to my clit with the heel of his hand, I com
I chuckle as I peer into her brilliant blues. “I know patience very well. You, on the other hand, probably can’t even spell the word.” “Yes, I can. F-U-C-K-M-E-N-O-W.” I arch a brow. “Is that how you spell it?” “It doesn’t matter. It’s what I want. Will you give it to me?” “Gladly.” I bury my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin a moment before I lick it. Natalia moans and writhes beneath me. “Nathan , I need you inside me.” Shit. Her words travel straight to my cock, and I go hard as steel within seconds. I need to be inside her too. Desperately. Just then, her phone, which is sitting on the coffee table, rings. It’s the same tone that’s come in several times since she arrived. One I now recognize and resent. I lift my head to glare at it. “Ignore him,” Natalia says. “I already texted him. He’s just mad I took the tracker off, and he wants to know where I am.” I look at her, stunned. A fucking tracker. It hadn’t occurred to me that she might be
But it was her. She’s the one who sent my father to the grave.Taking a life is never easy, even when death is deserved. Throughout the years, I’ve learned that in order to get the job done, I have to detach any and all emotions from what I’m doing. Force myself to move automatically. Instinctually. With her, it can be no different.From a hidden sheath on the underside of the coffee table, I pull the six-inch blade. Holding it firmly in my fist, I slowly stalk past the bedroom to the bath. Thick swirls of steam waft from the shower and surround me in the delicate scent of her soap.I can easily see her through the glass door. She’s facing away from me, scrubbing her arms with the pink poof she purchased at the drugstore the other night. Water drips from her fiery curls and streams over her silken skin. Skin I caressed and licked. Worshiped.For the first time since my first kill, I hesitate. Then she turns and her bright-blue eyes light up and she smiles. She smiles because she can’t
He was here and didn’t wake me? Disappointed, I sag against the cabinet. But for the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the loft is quiet.I look at my watch. It’s six. Part of me wants to call him. Ask him why the hell he didn’t wake me and tell me he’d be leaving again. Then I remember he has no reason to do so. He’s made no commitments to me.My stomach growls and I realize I didn’t have dinner last night. I go in search of something to eat. In the pantry, I find the box of granola cereal he bought just for me and serve myself a bowl.Food in hand, I move to peer out one of the large windows at the city below. A window washer is out there, hard at work, hanging on a Bonsun’s chair.Ottis, reads the embroidered name on his gray uniform. I tap my spoon against the spot in front of him. He makes no sign of hearing it. The glass must be pretty thick, because as busy as the street seems, with bumper-to-bumper traffic, pedestrians, and packed shops, none of the sound reaches the tenth floor.
Fuck!” I snatch back my hands and cradle my injured digit to my chest. It throbs, the pain seeming to shoot all the way down to my toes.But I don’t nurse it for more than a few seconds. Time is of the essence.There’s another door beside the elevator, which I assume leads to the fire escape. But I can do no more than rattle the handle because it’s locked.Next, I attempt the one that leads to the roof deck. Surely there’s a fire escape from up there. But it, too, is locked now.I whirl, looking around wildly, searching for another way out. Then I run around trying every door I suspect is an exit. All locked.For a moment, I can’t catch my breath. Every muscle in my body is threatening to shut down, leaving me weak and trembling. If Nathan returns to find me like this, he’ll know that I know who he is.What will he do to me then? I guess that depends on why he has me here in the first place. If I have to guess, he knows his father came to see me that night.Suddenly, a little bout of