She sounded so near tears that Tyson decided to give her a little space, if that's what she needed. He eased up and let her slide off his lap, onto the floor. She kneeled in front of him with her skirt hiked up to her waist, and glared at him through wet, spiked lashes. Black mascara smudged under her eyes and ran down her cheeks. He reached out to wipe the black streak off her face. She jerked away from him, but he caught her arm and pulled her closer, between his spread knees. Pressing his thumb against the skin of her cheek, he wiped the mark from her face. His hungry gaze took in her disheveled state. "So fucking beautiful. I have to have you in my bed tonight." She stared at him, her eyes huge. "What if I say no?" "Not an option." Anger made the green of her eyes sparkle. "Or what? You'll toss me out onto the street where Franco Delgado can get me? Is that the alternative you're threatening me with?" Tyson tightened his fingers on her arm, starting to weary of her consta
Claudia took two minutes to use the toilet and wash her hands. She placed her hands on the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. She hated the vulnerable, frightened look in her green eyes. She'd been running for more than a year, with the threat of Dante and Franco Delgado always close behind. After arranging for fake ID and stealing information that would incriminate Franco Delgado's illegal business in Vegas and Dante Marquez's in Miami, she had fled. She'd also paid a hacker to arrange for fake records for her fake ID. For six months, she had run from state to state, never settling down. Unable to cope with a nomadic lifestyle, she finally took a risk and set herself up here, in Tyson King's city. After eight months, the fear of discovery had finally started to fade. She breathed deeply, urging her heart to slow down and her brain to start moving faster. She couldn't have her wits scattered if she was going to get out of this new mess. Staying with Tyson King was not an opt
Heart pounding, Claudia lifted her chin and walked toward him. She stopped about a foot away and stared back at him. Unable to handle his prolonged angry silence, she said, "I can't just stay here. You know I'm not willing to accept this situation as is." "Damn it, Claudia," he said furiously. "You can't begin to comprehend how much danger you're in. You can be killed easily if you manage to leave my protection. That was a stupid thing to do, despite the fact that you wouldn't have made it out of the garage." "I'm just supposed to take your word for it that I'm in danger?" she snapped back. "And if my life is in danger currently, that would be your fault for alerting the men that want me dead as to my whereabouts. I'm better off on my own than with an egotistical, kidnapping asshole!" "Enough!" he snarled. "Stop talking, Claudia." "Don't you dare tell me to stop" he grabbed her so quickly she didn't have a chance to react. He pulled one of her wrists behind her back and held it
Tyson had meant to let her sleep. She had been so tired the evening before, she hadn't murmured a protest when he'd removed her clothes and settled her on his bed. He had also meant to put one of his T-shirts on her. Good intentions fled as her beautiful, curvaceous body was revealed to him. Careful not to disturb her, he reached over and turned a lamp on. Her skin glowed pale in the dim lighting of the room. He wondered how this goddess hadn't been snapped up before now. She was perfection, from her long, slim feet to her wide hips, small waist, rounded breasts and graceful neck. She wasn't fashionably slim, but soft and curved in a way that made Tyson's mouth water. Despite her incredible body, it was her face that arrested him most. Her thick eyelashes, slightly darker than her honey blond hair, were swept down across the top of her cheeks. Her eyes, which sparked green fire when she was angry or turned to shining liquid when she was turned on. She had a strong jaw and a wide mo
A pleasurable buzz flowed through Claudia's body. Her head was fuzzy from sleep and the remnants of her orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't piece together what was happening to her. All she knew was she wanted Tyson's long, thick cock inside her. She shivered when he shoved her legs back, rendering her helpless. She gripped the pillows in her hands and rocked her hips against the smooth sheets. She watched him as he looked down at her exposed pussy. He stroked a finger tenderly through the slippery folds, then took his cock in hand and lined it up against her vagina. Claudia knew it would hurt. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man. Not since Dante. When she masturbated, she used only finger to clit contact, rarely fingering herself inside. "This might hurt, baby," Tyson grunted, pressing the tip forward. Claudia thrust her hips up to meet him, grinding her teeth against the pressure as he penetrated her. "You flatter yourself!" she gasped out. Tyson's laugh rumb
Claudia sat on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her in a prim pose, wearing only a button-up shirt. She rebelled against the stereotype of wearing one of her lover's shirts, but it was this or her blue dress. She had tried on Tyson's bathrobe and it had engulfed her to the point that she felt like a three year-old playing dress up. She had gotten one of the sleeves thoroughly soaked when she'd tried to wash her hands. She had hung it back up and moved on to Tyson's shirts. Still irked about her forceful relocation, she had chosen one that looked decidedly expensive. Now, she sat luxuriating in the lovely feel of the fabric against her bare skin and watched Tyson sleep. He really was a giant of a man. With the morning light shining in the windows, her eyes could trace over the long limbs of his legs and arms sprawled carelessly across the sheets. His middle parts had been uncovered too. His penis, even soft, was long and imposing. She had flicked the sheet over that part of his ana
If Claudia's heart hadn't been ready to jump out of her chest with nerves, she would have smirked at the look of deadly bewilderment on Daniel's face. He was looking around the Victoria Secret shop like he expected there to be a pit of vipers around the next rack. Even funnier was the look on the salesgirl's face. She appeared awestruck by his handsome face and chiseled body, but clearly planned on keeping her distance from his constant expression of instant death to those that approach. This combination would work perfectly for Claudia's plan. Claudia picked some items off the racks and asked to be shown to a change room. She quirked an eyebrow at Daniel and nodded her head toward the back. Like a good little bodyguard, he went to check the rooms. Only one of them was occupied and the middle-aged woman was clearly not an assassin. He backed off and waved Claudia in. Claudia went into the room, dropped the armful of frothy items and waited patiently. She didn't remove the pair of j
Damn him, Daniel had anticipated her. His usual stoic expression gave way to fury for a split second when he realized he wasn't able to pry the door of the moving train open. That look of fury convinced Claudia she never wanted to run into the ex-mercenary in a dark alley. She watched him with trepidation as the train gathered speed. He took his phone out of his pocket and lifted it to his ear. Then he pointed at her. Pinning her. She knew right down to her core he was marking her as prey for Tyson King. Claudia forced her frozen brain to work over time. She quickly deduced that Tyson would soon have his people crawling all over every subway station in the city. She would have to abandon her original plan of taking the train to the bus station and buying a ticket out of the city and get off at the next stop. Hopefully she could make it far enough away from the station before Tyson was able to galvanize his security team. It didn't bear thinking what he might do with her once he got h
"These just arrived for you." Claudia looked up and smiled as Laney Paul walked into her office. The smaller woman set a box on her desk and took a step back. She was about 5'5" and weighed maybe 130 lbs. She was a lovely girl with a petite figure and straight black hair falling down her back. She was also one of the most deadly women Tyson could find to guard his jewel when she wasn't with him. Claudia had insisted on being part of the hiring process when it came to her protection detail. She understood the necessity of having one, but she absolutely wasn't going to have Daniel dogging her every step. While Daniel had warmed up to Claudia a tiny bit, in his own way, he still held himself stiffly separate. Claudia flat out refused to have decisions made for her when it came to her own safety. Tyson had been surprisingly understanding. He wanted his future wife to feel secure in her new life. When Daniel had gone toe to toe with Laney and pronounced her a decent fit for the security
It was amazing to Claudia how long a split second could feel when a person was castigating themselves for making a very bad decision. She screamed in terror, her arms still locked around Dante's neck, as she fell through the air, hoping desperately that pool tiles didn't hurt too much after a thirty-foot fall. They missed the tiles and hit the pool together, the force of their entry driving them to the bottom. Claudia bent her knees, but the impact was minimal. She let go of Dante's neck and pushing her feet against the concrete bottom, propelling herself back up. Claudia broke through the water gasping for air and looked around in confusion, water streaming over her head and into her eyes. She immediately turned to where Tyson was frantically calling her name and started swimming weakly toward him. Dante surfaced in front of her and, immediately taking in the disadvantage of his situation, surrounded by an extremely angry Tyson King and his men, grabbed Claudia. She struggled in h
"I've missed you, Alicia." Claudia stared in shock and horror as she stumbled into Tyson's living room. Dante Marquez, her ex-boyfriend, surveyed the room as if he owned the place. He looked the same as he had when she'd last seen him a year and a half ago. He was a few inches shorter than her in her expensive heels. His chest and shoulders were leanly muscled. His tanned skin and black hair attested to his Cuban ancestry. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes, a sharp nose and high cheekbones. Though she despised him with every part of her, she also saw the original appeal. Claudia had spent months agonizing over the stupidity of her decisions. In the face of Dante's commanding presence and good looks, it was a miracle any woman could resist him. Until they saw the darkness that lurked within. It hadn't taken Claudia long to discover his true colours. She wondered how many other women had found out too late. "Dante," she said quietly. He turned to her, studying her striking fe
The woman was holding a walking stick, too. Dear god, was she blind? Claudia was about to scream out to her when the woman, apparently instinctively, dropped to her knees and then rolled over on her side, covering her head. A spray of bullets hit the metal doors of the closing elevator right where the woman had been standing. Claudia turned to Daniel to warn him about the innocent woman. He was staring toward the other woman, a look of anger and horror frozen on his face. Claudia had never seen such emotion penetrate his deadly exterior. Did he know the other woman? From her current position, Claudia doubted it. The woman looked soft and feminine, the opposite of anything that might attract Daniel Mercer. Yet, he was watching her like a hawk watches over its young. Deadly, uncannily still, ready to strike if necessary. Thinking quickly, Claudia said, "Give me one of those guns." Daniel looked down to where Claudia was crouched under him. Her green eyes held his earnestly. Like mo
"Time to go," Daniel Mercer growled down at the two women. Claudia tossed her long blond waves back over her shoulder and glared up at Tyson's goon. Despite spending weeks in the guy's company, he wasn't even remotely softening toward her. He acted as though she were a glass wall. A thing he could touch and guard, but also see right through. He wasn't rude, but he wasn't anything else either. It drove her nuts. It drove her to be uncharacteristically stubborn when he made suggestions she wasn't particularly fond of. Like when he suggested in no uncertain terms that she could meet her friend in Tyson's fortress of a penthouse rather than at a restaurant. They had been back in the city for three days. Tyson had business to attend to and he had been unwilling to leave Claudia even for a day. She felt the same way, so she had accompanied him back. In the city, he wanted her to stay in the penthouse at all times where she was safe. In fact, he had insisted. Claudia had systematically br
Tyson carried her back to his chair and collapsed onto the leather seat still buried in her body. Claudia curled her legs up around him and wrapped her arms around his neck. They sat that way for a long time, just talking and gently touching each other until Tyson once more took her mouth in long, drugging kisses. He picked her up and laid her down on the rug, kicked his shorts off and crawled over top of her. He took her body with such gentleness that Claudia was swept away on a swell of the sweetest orgasm she'd ever experienced. Tyson held her tightly in his arms, both of them silent in the glow of their mutual ecstasy. After several long moments, he stood up, towering over her prone body, and then gently lifted her up in his arms. He carried her up the stairs and tucked her in bed where she drifted off to sleep immediately with the feel of the soft, cushiony blankets surrounding her and Tyson's hard, warm body at her back. She had never felt safer. Until the next morning. Cla
Claudia sat on top of a boulder, her legs dangling down the side and her palms pressed back into the warm rock where the sun had heated it. She contemplated the sight of Tyson King with a fishing pole in his massive paw. She thought he never looked sexier than he did in that moment, wearing beige cargo shorts, his rippling back bared to her lascivious gaze. She might have done something about her baser inclinations if Daniel weren't standing twenty feet away from them, staring at nothing in particular and doing a good job of looking like a badass mercenary bodyguard hanging out in the woods. She sent Daniel a glare for being himself and returned to her ponderings. She brought a leg up and studied the remnants of chipped rose coloured nail polish that had adorned her toenails. She would never have imagined that Claudia Cantore, or even Alicia Pederson, might enjoy living in the middle of nowhere, happily lost in the mountains. She still wasn't particularly fond of bears or ticks, but
Claudia had no idea how long he left her like that. She was helpless to do anything but listen to his movements throughout the house. With the open loft she could hear him on the floor below working in the kitchen, making something to eat. She tried to think about the last time she ate and if she were hungry, but the sensations overwhelming her body were too distracting for her to worry about food. The press of the anal plug against her tender ass had gradually morphed from uncomfortable into an incredible fullness. Every time she shifted or wiggled her ass the plug moved ever so slightly, pressing against nerve endings she didn't know existed. The feelings were intense, unexpected and so unbelievably good. The better her ass felt the more she became aware of her empty pussy and the desire to have it filled. Specifically with the fat cock of her gorgeous, overbearing captor. Claudia bit her lip to keep from begging him to come over to the bed and fuck her. He was sitting in one of
"Tyson, let's talk about this," Claudia gasped as she bounced on the bed, some of her temper diffusing as she began to get worried. "I'm not really into bondage." He ignored her and bent down to dig through the bag some more. The muscles of his arms strained against the fabric of his white dress shirt. She couldn't see what he was pulling out of the bag, but the rustling made her anxious. She tried to reason with him again, this time going for firm rather than pleading. "Don't you dare put anything else on me Tyson King, or I will make you regret it. Your other girlfriends might be into this kinky shit, but I'm having nothing to do with it." "I bought this stuff for you, before we even met. Never used it before," he rumbled in reply, straightening. Claudia's head swam with the idea that he was planning on using this stuff on her before he even acquired her. She was pretty sure that was stalkerrific, but her pussy tingled at the thought that he always planned on tying her down for