Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(97)

I still find myself shaking.

Am I afraid of the cops? Or having my Visa revoked? Doubtful since I'm perfectly willing to go on the run, change identities, and return with false papers. The law means nothing to me. I've made my own laws for most of my life.

I can't stop shaking.

Nearby, Brad leans against the wall and stares at me. His lack of subtly is both frightening and invigorating. He seemed so sweet when I first arrived at his house. Now he's a man starving for my attention. What have I unleashed?

In contrast to my edginess, Minka bounces around happily in the hallway. She allows Brad to answer a few questions before shoving him into his room. Once he's out of sight, she returns to entertaining the cops with her babble.

"Bites can be deadly," Minka announces to one of the officers. "She could have caught hepatitis, HIV, rabies, Ebola, or even the T-virus. All of them are lethal."

The cop looks up when she mentions the T-virus reference. "Funny."

"Now if it was me," Minka says, stretching so her breasts jut towards the cop's face, "I'd have karate chopped him until he stayed down. Of course, I'm taller and stronger than my Leprechaun friend."

"Are you Irish?" he asks me.

"No," I mutter, narrowing my eyes at him.

"She's Ukrainian," Minka says.

The cop frowns. "Every Ukrainian I've ever met was scary."

"While they're not as bad as Russians, I wouldn't turn my back on her. I've heard she's a biter. Ironic, isn't it?"

The cops laugh at my expense, but I appreciate Minka and her ridiculous banter. She keeps them focused on her while I struggle to get my shaking under control. This fear and uncertainty aren't me. Brad not only infected me with lust. He's made me weak, and I don't know how to turn the feeling off.





20


Brad

Taking What I Want

All night, my skin crawls with need. Every hour, the desire owns me more. I even find my fists clenched as if ready for a fight. Except violence isn't what I crave. I only want Saskia, and I know she wants me. What in the hell are we waiting for?

Hours after the *'s body is removed and the police leave, I ditch my hotel room and walk two doors down to Saskia's. Two knocks later, she opens the door, ready to give me shit for walking around alone.

"I never gave you any satisfaction. Get on the bed," I demand.

"Go away," she says in her rough little voice.

When she tries to shove the door closed, I step in the way and force my way inside.

"On the bed."

"No."

"I'm not leaving."

Saskia looks me over, and I wait for her decision. "Well, you do owe me."

When she doesn't move towards the bed, I study her robe. She's naked underneath. All her pale flesh waits for me. I know without a doubt that she was in this room thinking of me.

"Take it off," I order once I shut the door.

Saskia stares at me with her cold eyes, but I know the truth. She's desperate to have me inside her. All night, she longed for this moment.

My finger tugs at the loop on the robe's belt. When the garment opens, my gaze takes in the sight of her perky tits. Her nipples point aggressively in my direction, having waited for me to notice them. Yes, Saskia's been in a state of heat since the limo. Dead freaks, cops, and lies did nothing to dampen her need.

I push off the robe and gesture for her to go to the bed. "Show me your *, and I'll make you come."

Saskia wants to say something nasty. She hates taking orders, but she really wants to come. Not once either. I see in her eyes how a quick f*ck won't satisfy her.

Even wearing a frown, she walks to the hotel bed and climbs onto mattress, so her pink * faces me.

"Do you tan?" I ask, unbuttoning my shirt.

"No. I burn."

"Good. I want your skin to stay milky white for me."

Tossing my shirt on the floor, I lean down and kiss her left hip. Saskia sighs as her * clenches.

"Your lips," I demand, walking around the bed and cupping her jaw.

Kissing Saskia, I consume her breath and leave her gasping when our lips separate. She grips the sheets and rolls her hips, needing relief that only I can provide.

"What were you thinking about before I knocked?" I ask, kicking off my shoes and stripping out of my pants.

Saskia turns her head and takes in the sight of me naked. "This," she says in a raspy whisper.

I suck on my index and middle fingers before sliding them along the hot folds of her wet *. Muscles clenching, Saskia rolls her hips again. Her body nearly begs me to f*ck it.

Holding her shaking hips, I slide the head of my erection along the dripping flesh between her legs. Saskia instinctively pushes back, wanting me to enter and own her. When I don't fill her body, she whimpers and glances back at me.

"Brad," she whispers.

My name sounds like magic, and I give her what she needs. The head of my cock forces open the folds of her *, finding hotter and wetter flesh. Saskia exhales full of relief.

Removing my cock slowly from her, I quickly thrust harder inside. Her body jerks and her * clenches at me. I caress her arched back and find a hard fast rhythm.

Saskia is close. Her * is blazing hot, and she bucks like a wild animal when my finger grazes her swollen clit. Stroking the fleshy nub, I pump my hips faster and reach for her hair. She moans lustily when I fist a soft lock.