Dirk: A Stepbrother Romance(10)
He dropped the gun and pounced, unleashing the whole of his fury on the ugly man, who sobbed like a child beneath him. Katherine watched, both captivated and horrified, until Dirk finally released him. When she looked at Pasha, her eyes widened. On his chest, a familiar symbol had been etched into Pasha's chest, bloody and pronounced. It was Dirk's business logo.
“You're never getting anywhere near my intel, and you better stop trying before none of you are left. Understood? Now take your friends out of here and never come back.”
Pasha paled and nodded. Dirk untied Katherine and lifted her to her feet, and they watched as Pasha's small boat sailed away.
Chapter 14
Dirk's silver eyes filled with concern as he held her wounded arm gently in his hands. He had led her directly into his bedroom, bellowing that he had taken care of everything and that everybody could return to sleep. The staff breathed a collective sigh of relief and headed to their rooms, leaving the manor empty of all noise. All that could be heard was Dirk as he bustled around in his private bathroom, looking for medical supplies.
He sat her on his bed and gently cleaned and bandaged the wound on her arm. He had a surprisingly light touch when he chose to, and she found herself blushing as he fawned over her as if she were the thing he most cherished on all the island. The unexpected tenderness from him re-ignited the forbidden but passionate flame that he ignited so primally within her. Her dazzling green eyes settled on him as he put the finishing touches on the wrap.
She allowed her eyes to roam his muscular body as he admired his handiwork. He had rescued her in nothing but his boxers, and Katherine's eyes settled on the pronounced bulge between his legs. He grinned his cocky grin at her, and she blushed and shook her head. He looked at her, suddenly serious. He could have lost her. Thankfully, no harm had come to her. His feelings were powerful, and real. Anything keeping him from expressing them was silly. It didn't matter whether some piece of paper claimed they were related. Dirk defied tradition and always would. This was his life, and f*ck what anybody else thought about it.
He stood and loomed over her, his pensive gaze consuming her and setting every nerve in her body on fire. He kissed her hard, relishing in the sweet taste of her tongue before she pushed him away, obviously tortured by the label society had tacked onto them. He gripped her unharmed arm and pulled her up roughly, curling her into his strong body. She was overwhelmed by the desire his erection inspired in her and unable to fight her desire any longer. She moaned as his lips roamed her neck and found her clavicle, his erection pressing firmly against the thin fabric of her silk nightgown.
He lowered her onto his bed, and she was surrounded by the spicy scent of his cologne once again. This time it was everywhere, all around her, just like his touch, his hands, his lips. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure as he freed himself from the confines of his boxers and slipped her panties down, laying his full length against her leg and gently teasing her open, until she was frantic with pleasure. She gripped his back hard, and he buried his face in her neck as he slipped himself inside. They moaned together as the warmth of their bodies merged, and they made love late into the night, their soft grunts of pleasure resonating privately in the manor.
When their parents returned from their honeymoon, the pair was miserable. Katherine's mother accused him of cheating, and he had accused her of being a gold-digging tramp. Katherine and Dirk watched the fight, exchanging secret glances of amusement. They had both been right about their parents. And even though it was exhausting to live with them, at least something good had come of it. Dirk and Katherine had found each other.
THE END
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Kristin watched the hands of the clock ticking opposite her. Every second seemed to drag and she bit the edge of her pen as she turned to look out of the office window. After working so hard to get there, now all she wanted to do was run. The thought of spending another week in that place was making her skin crawl.
Outside, in the corridor, she could see the male partners all patting each other on the back and boosting each other’s egos. She was never invited into their little office chats, ones where she could be a part of the boys club. In the center of it was Pete, grinning from ear to ear, taking the odd glance back to her office because he knew she would be watching.
Fucking Pete, she thought.
She knew at home later he would be full of it. He’d swagger in, puffing his chest and try to make her feel inferior. It was how it always went… She got ignored and he made her feel like crap about it. She knew she needed to change firms…and boyfriends…but she had wanted to be a partner at Anderson and Coleridge Law so much that she just didn’t think she had it in her to walk away.
She realized she was holding the pen so tight, it was almost snapping in her hand.
“Shit,” she breathed out and dropped it on the desk. She was going to have to calm down. She didn’t need to work herself up like this… She was bigger than them and she wasn’t going to rise to it. Instead, she got to her feet, walked over to the door and lowered the blind so the pane of glass allowing her to see the little boys club grooming each other in the hallway was blocked out. She went back to her desk, sat down and closed her eyes.