I'd done it. I'd claimed Felicity and made her pussy come all over my dick. Watching her face twist in pleasure and feeling her body shake with pleasure had turned me on beyond belief. I never could have expected that going to the fucking strip club — completely against my wishes would have ended
I could protect Felicity from anything. I'd put my life on the line for her. Paying off that piece of shit, Dante, was nothing compared to what I'd do for her. I'd never experienced anything like the feelings that were running through me as I looked at her. My angel... My thoughts drifted back to
I lay there staring up at the ceiling with a post-sex glow, holding a tissue over my pussy to catch Roman's enormous load that was slowly dripping out of me. My body was still tingling from the insane sex we'd just had, but there was something greater going on inside me... ...a feeling I couldn't d
They were smiling at each other on the street, somewhere downtown it looked like. I recognized the jacket my mother was wearing — a red pea coat she'd bought two days before she was killed... And that meant that this picture, sitting in a hidden compartment in Roman's bedroom, was taken of them onl
I closed my eyes as the deathly figure raised the gun at me. I guess this is what you get when you get involved with criminals. I'd seen too much, a terrible truth about the man I thought I loved, and now I was going to pay for it... ...with my life. If only I'd stayed at the club, I thought mis
I watched Felicity's expression as the recording finished playing. "We got 'em, boss. Both of' em." That was Bruno, Tony's hit man. "Got 'em dead?" Tony asked. "Toast," Bruno confirmed. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling. "Good. That'll teach people to go to the cops!" T
Three months later... "Psst," Julie whispered beside me. "Party at Tom's dorm tonight." I shook my head and whispered back. "Can't. Plans tonight." "You're no fun!" "Ladies?" Professor Carlton called out from the head of the lecture hall. “Am I boring you? Because I can put this on hold if you'd
Roman smirked as we drove, and it wasn't long before we were in the heart of downtown, an area where I never really went. He pulled up to the curb, where a black SUV was sitting. It pulled out and moved-clearly one of his men holding a space for him — and he parked. "Here we are," he said. Without