93. With a sigh, he got to his feet, deciding he didn’t give a damn about the boundaries he had previously set for himself. It didn’t matter how much time he spent with her. A feeling of dread crept through him as he contemplated the notion that he could never get enough of her. With a half-shrug, he walked toward the door of his study, deciding not to fear that possibility. She was his for as long as he wanted to keep her, and if that was forever, that was acceptable. Eventually, she would have to yield and admit to their mutual attraction. He stepped out onto the second-floor landing, freezing with a muffled curse when he saw Bruno hurrying toward him. Judging from the blond giant’s look of concern, he wasn’t going to be sating his rampant lust for Mia just yet. *** Mia looked up with surprise when her door opened without even a cursory knock. She had been engrossed in a book, having somehow maintained her vow not to dwell on Shane’s taunting words when she had woken
94. Mia’s mouth was dry as she tried to explain the sordid history with Aldo Peretti. “I guess you should know I’d never even met Aldo until the day of the wedding. I’d only met Stefania a couple of times at that point.” Shane sat down in his chair, tugging her down to sit on his lap with his legs pinning hers together. She couldn’t move. “I wasn’t thrilled to have a new stepmother or stepbrother, but Vadim didn’t care about my input.” “Your father strikes me as a selfish man.” She had to bite her tongue to resist the urge to point out he shared traits with her aloof father. “It didn’t take me long to warm to Stefania, but I never liked Aldo. He made me…uncomfortable.” “How old were you?” Shane took her hand, squeezing gently. To her great surprise, she found the touch comforting. “Twelve. He was nineteen, so he shouldn’t have had any interest in me, but he seemed to go out of his way to try to engage me in conversation or spend time with me.” She swallowed. “At first, I
95. It wasn’t until he missed the bag and slammed his hand into the wooden platform holding the chains suspending the bag that he acknowledged what he was feeling. Guilt. A fucking huge load of guilt, which was an emotion he hadn’t experienced in such a long time he’d forgotten how it felt. The image of holding Mia underneath him as he took her in the shower that first night flashed behind his eyes, and he cursed. With a vicious thrust, Shane slammed his other fist into the wood, grunting at the mental relief the physical pain provided. He had taken her without regard to her feelings on the matter. Blood spattered from a shredded knuckle when he hit the wood again. Shane had held her down, stroked her to make her wet, and forced her to accept him. Her body had been ready, but clearly she hadn’t. More blood and another squishy thud of flesh against a solid object. He wanted her, needed her, and ached for her. Shane had been obsessed with her for months, but he hadn’t wa
96. Those hands were stroking her skin carefully, as though determined to seek out and learn all her secrets. The satin and lace confection she’d worn slid down her body with minimal assistance from her, and she couldn’t help a small smile at his appreciative hum when he discovered she wore no panties. Shane parted her thighs, but didn’t touch her pussy. She arched her hips in invitation before muttering a small grunt as he got to his feet instead. Mia watched as Shane slipped off the robe. She had seen him naked before, but had always been so preoccupied with resisting that she hadn’t taken time to really study his body. A few scattered tattoos adorned skin stretched taut over muscles she had felt firsthand. Muscles she had strained against before being forced to submit. That thought made her clench her thighs. He shook his head. “Open your legs, honey. Let me see that pretty pussy.” Inexplicably shy, considering the things she had done with him, Mia slowly let her le
97. Responding to his challenge and subtle demand for incentive, she started pinching her nipples. In her fevered lust, she had continued cradling her breasts, but had forgotten about stimulating her nipples as she’d focused on impending oral pleasure. Now, she pulled gently on each tight bud, feeling a corresponding pulse between her thighs with each tug. “I’m inspired.” He bent his head, his tongue teasing her puffy lips for a second. Mia gasped at the sensation, which was so much more intense without the barrier of pubic hair. Abandoning her nipples, she leaned forward to grasp his head with her hands, digging her fingers into his hair as she forced him closer to her. He laughed a scant second before his mouth devoured her. The combination of his breath and the first taste of his tongue sent her over the edge. She whimpered and tensed as a climax spread through her. It had happened so quickly, and was so intense, that she couldn’t think about anything except the tong
98. “Twelve.” His hand draped over the one on her stomach to clench around her fingers. “My neighbor saved me, since my mom was too fucking terrified to intercede.” Shane’s chest rumbled with an unexpected laugh. “Cormac whacked him over the head with his own half-empty bottle of Jack. The dumb son-of-a-bitch had no memory of any of it and assumed he’d just passed out.” “Did the police come?” He snorted. “Not in that neighborhood, and not with a mean bastard like Manus O’Mara. No one wanted to cross the crazy fucker.” “Except your neighbor?” She tilted her head to look up at him. He nodded. “Cormac always had balls.” The tone of affection underlying his words caught her attention. “You’re still friends?” “Yeah, you could say that.” He laughed. “Cormac is my boss’s third-in?command.” “What are you?” Sexy, crazy, and frustrating were words that came to mind, though she didn’t utter them. “A captain. I have a crew, and I have authority, but there are those above me.” Sud
99. Shane left her to go to the bathroom door, hanging out his head to shout, “Call Dr. Burke and clear up the mess.” The sight of his taut buttocks as he leaned around the doorjamb provided a bit of pain relief too, and she was surprised to find herself getting wet as he turned and came back to her. Her gaze remained on his shaft, and her pussy twinged with want. A second twinge, this one of pain, shot through her burned skin and distracted her from the carnality of her thoughts. As Shane knelt down beside her again, she gritted her teeth, which wanted to chatter from the icy water. “She did it on purpose.” He frowned. “Selena?” Shane shook his head. “She’s never been anything but competent. I rely on her to keep the household running smoothly.” Mia shifted to allow the nearest nozzle to center on her shoulder. “She was rude to me the first night she met me, Shane. She called me a slut and worse. For whatever reason, she hates me, and she did this on purpose.” He scow
100. He cupped her breasts, his palms leaving sooty marks on the pale pink cotton. “Join me?” She couldn’t tell if it was an invitation or a command, but she didn’t decline. She didn’t want to refuse. Nodding her head, she stepped to the side so he could sink into the water, both relieved and disappointed as most of his body disappeared from view. Her hands trembled as she peeled off her T-shirt and wiggled out of the pants, taking her panties at the same time. His gaze was hot with need as she unfastened her bra and dropped it with the other clothes on the shining black tile, shot through with lines of gold. “I’ve been thinking about this for hours.” With a little smile, she stepped into the tub, deliberately staying out of easy reach as she reached for a natural sea sponge and a bottle of shower gel. “A bath?” Her tone was innocent, though the look she directed his way was anything but. He laughed, and the rasp underneath caused her to notice his voice was husky. From