Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(101)
“What? What is this?” Blood throbbed in my ears, and I wasn't sure if I was understanding his bizarre threats mixed with reprieve.
“Your chance to get ready for the rest of your life. Your time to get your pretty little head screwed on straight. Your opportunity to figure out that doing what I'm telling you isn't half bad.” He cocked his head. “Neither is f*cking me. I know you enjoyed that shit just as much as I did. Next time you open your legs for me, don't f*cking fight it. Enjoy it.”
Red heat settled in my cheeks. I flushed like this was a stupid prom date, rather than a ravishing by the heartless tattooed Russian beast before me.
Had he done this to me? All of it? Or was I just born with crossed wires meant to burn me down twenty two years later?
“I'm gonna leave you here to get some sleep. It's been a big day. Don't do anything stupid. We're upstate and there's no way out for miles, even if you managed to get past the guards. You need anything, you knock on the door to the room where I'll be sleeping.” He pointed to the adjoining door on the other side of the room, between two immense bookcases.
He started to walk. I watched the dark shapes on his back shifting as he moved, huge like the tiger I'd seen the first time we came face to face behind glass. And yet, he seemed just as conflicted, like he was still caged.
I didn't understand. He turned, brought his palm to his lips, and – honest to God – blew me a kiss.
I almost threw up. Almost laughed hysterically too. The urges collided, obliterating them both. I sat and stared like the rattled dove I was.
“Goodnight, babe. I'll be by to check on you real f*cking soon.”
He tapped a few keys on a panel next to the door, swung it open, and then disappeared, leaving a resounding thud behind him when it swung shut. I waited a minute. Then I collapsed backwards on the bed, feeling the cool, wet ache between my legs where his fingers had been.
Was this what it felt like to be buried alive?
4
Promises to Keep (Anton)
I took a long shower and an even longer walk through the estate's corridors after the brush with Sabrina. Fuck, I could still smell her on my fingers.
Scared, sexy, and so damned tempting. I inhaled her scent until the shower washed it all away, wishing I could get rid of the ridiculous hard-on pulling at my skin just as easy.
I should've f*cked her. I wanted to. Temptation clung to my gut like an angry dog, hounding me to march back there and put my dick where it belonged.
She'd be the best f*ck of my life. I knew it. And if it wasn't for those big dark doe eyes drilling into my soul, I would've already found out how hard her * clenched around my cock when she came.
Shit, let's be honest. Any * would've been divine after three hundred and ninety days in Correctional. But hers tapped buttons no other bitch would ever reach because she was so innocent, so taboo, so f*cking wrong for me. My dick begged me to jerk it off the entire time I washed my hair.
I resisted. I wasn't taking my nut until I blew it all over that girl locked in the chamber attached to mine. I'd give her a few days, maybe two or three, to settle in. All the time I had left before my cock overrode everything else in my skull and f*cking her was as much a need as sucking oxygen.
Also about the time I estimated I'd need to get her on my side, to make her want it and want me without hesitation.
Lev and Daniel were waiting for my plan. I knew I'd have to explain what good the girl was now that I'd busted out, and why we shouldn't just shoot her dead and dump her carcass in the closest landfill.
I dried my hair, dressed, and took the long way through the big house. It used to be my old man's, a vacation ranch spun off to a family friend after papa's murder. The cops would be too busy the next week or two combing Chicago for my escaped ass. They'd go after all the obvious places first, and there were a lot of them with all the warehouses, bars, and lounges under our name. They'd never look here, or not when it mattered.
By the time I was back in the city, it was gonna be for a quick hit and run. If it went off as smoothly as my jailbreak, the Ligiotti clan would be decapitated, and I'd be on my merry way to blow this country and leave Uncle Sam hanging with his dick in his hand.
Clear your f*cking head, man, I told myself. The tension rolled through my body like a razor blade riding my bones. There were about ten reasons why my fists were hard as hammers at my sides, and they all had to do with her. Shaking off the adrenaline rush of f*cking my way out never felt like this.
I took an extra lap down the hall, shaking off my wood. I pinched my teeth together. The only thing my brothers would find funnier than my weird obsession with this chick was walking into the dining room sporting dick like a goddamned horny teenager. I shook off my erection before the meeting.
I rounded my way back, opened the door, and saw them sitting at the long dining table. My seat was at the head of the table. An honorable gesture from both those beautiful bastards.
No sooner than I was in my chair, Lev looked at me with his eyebrows up. “Did you f*ck her yet?”
“You think that's really my first thought after breaking out of prison? Jesus Christ. It's been boring as f*ck behind bars, but I'm still man enough to put business first.”
A smile spread across his broad face. “Brother, we both know what's on your mind. I can't f*cking imagine being denied * for a year. You're a braver man than me.”