Risky (Torn Between Two Lovers #2)(58)

“Not physically. No, his threats were designed to hit us where it really counted—with family. I could have survived on my own without a dime to my name, started fresh, but he knew the loss of my inheritance wasn’t a big enough deterrent. He said he’d cut me off from my brothers and sister, and he would’ve done it.”

“But they could have contacted you eventually.”

“And in the interim, he would’ve been hard at work poisoning them against me. That wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.”

“You love your siblings so much, you gave up everything for them,” she said softly. “And you claim you’re not a good man.”

“I’m not. But I do love them, even if my brothers have more of our father in them than could possibly be healthy.”

“You could hand the businesses over to them now,” she pointed out. “Then you’d be free to go anywhere in the world, do anything you wanted to do.”

He smiled sadly. “First, Manny’s going to serve time for the operation at your restaurant. Even when he gets out, if I let them have the reins, he and Rio would be locked in a battle for control that I can guarantee would not end well. Manny has our father’s ruthless ambition, but little of his insight. Rio thinks more like me when it comes to legitimizing our name, but he’s the youngest and would be expected to defer to Manny’s judgment.”

“That’s so archaic!”

“True, but that’s the way it works.”

“Not necessarily, if you decided to change it. If you handed things over to Rio while Manny is in prison, sort of took him under your wing and groomed him …”

Glancing at her, he laughed. “What could Manny do about it, right? Miss Claire, you do have a bit of a sly streak in you. But maybe that’s part of why we get along so well, since I’ve already thought of that.”

“Would Rio go for it?”

“I think he’d jump at the chance, but any plan I come up with will take time. Perhaps it’ll work; who knows?”

“Good. Nobody should feel as though they’re chained to a wall with absolutely no options.”

God, he liked this woman. Stopping, he pulled her close and stole a few more kisses. He couldn’t resist nibbling her jaw, then down to the soft skin at the curve of her neck and shoulder. There was no way she could miss the hard length of him pressed between them, aching to be freed.

“Would you come to my room? It’s close by.”

“Do you promise to behave yourself?” she asked breathlessly.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Then let’s go!”

Grabbing her hand again, he led her to his room, trying not to act like an overeager teenager. That was easier said than done. She was far too tempting, filling his senses as she surprised him by pushing him into the door and devouring his mouth. Her hand slipped into the vee of his shirt and stroked his chest, making him groan in anticipation. A tactile person, he loved to be touched.

Especially by feminine hands, skimming, exploring, as Anna’s were doing now. Working at his buttons, she undid them and pushed the material apart, then continued mapping his skin. Her palms grazed his nipples and he sucked in a sharp breath. One of his many erogenous zones. The pads of her fingers ghosted over the nubs, causing them—and his cock—to harden instantly.

“Damn, that feels good.”

She hummed in appreciation and slipped one hand to the waistband of his pants. “May I?”

“God, you don’t even have to ask.”

In the darkness, the moon’s light coming through the window, he could just see her lips turned up in apparent pleasure. She deftly unbuttoned the fastening and worked his zipper down with ease to expose his boxer briefs. Without a word, she went to work on those as well, inching the material down, over his hips, down his legs.

His cock bobbed between them, eager, hot, and hard. His balls were heavy between his legs, all of him aching. Responding to his unspoken plea, she cupped his sac in her hand, massaging it gently. Moaning, he spread his legs to provide her better access, and she kept kneading him with those small hands, one on his nipple, the other between his legs, driving him out of his mind.

“I think we should move this to my bed,” he said with an effort.

“Not yet.”

Dropping to her knees, she began to pump his shaft, squeezing it with just enough strength to cause that delicious friction. His nerve endings fired, and he couldn’t help but move his hips in time to her ministrations. Then she flicked out her tongue, licked off a drop of pre-cum that had seeped onto the tip. Her lips closed around the spongy head and he was in pure heaven.


She sucked him down. Not all at once, but slowly. As though her goal was to cause him to die of a heart attack out of pure ecstasy. She damn near succeeded when the entire length was stuffed down her sweet throat and she started to suck, moving up and down on him while grabbing a double handful of his ass.

“Shit,” he breathed, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Anna, darling. This is going to be over before it really gets started if you don’t ease up.”

Gently, he extricated himself from her expert touch and helped her to her feet. Playfully, she licked her lips and then pouted.

“Just when I was getting my rhythm down, too.”

“We’ve got all night, beautiful.”