"No more games, Riley," he said in a hard voice, shaking her hard. "Trust me, you do not want to come to my bed this way. I will hurt you, woman."She opened her mouth to deny him, but nothing came out. She realized she was both desperately frightened and aroused. They had been dancing around each other for weeks. And if there was one thing Riley loved it was the adrenaline rush of a good chase scene, but somewhere along the way things had changed. He had changed. Things became real. She sensed this was no longer just a fuck to him. He intended to keep her. To chain her to him. And she so wasn't ready for that."Please," she whispered, her lips shaking as she gazed up at him, hoping he could see the fear in her eyes. Hoping it wouldn't call to the predator in him."We passed please when you took my car, little girl," he growled, his fingers biting into her biceps. He pulled her closer until her breasts brushed against his chest."I'm sorry," she offered, biting her lip and trying t
Soloman stood outside the patio door next to his bedroom listening to the shower run. He took a long draw of his cigarillo and allowed the smoke to linger in his mouth, hoping the subtle scent would calm the blood that sizzled through his veins. The blood that raged through his cock and demanded he stalk into his washroom, drag Riley wet and dripping out of the shower and make her his woman.He pressed the heel of his hand against his painfully engorged erection and tried not to picture the woman naked beneath the spray of his shower head. It had been a mistake to force her to undress in front of him. He knew she wouldn't be able to go through the ensuite window. The damn thing was welded shut. Every window in his home was shatter proof and only certain windows and doors opened. No, he had wanted her to strip for him, the way she had in his office. And something about having her strip naked while angry was even better. He wondered how she would fuck angry?She had been in the shower
She didn't want him to hurt her and if she didn't let him fuck her he would tear her apart. He wasn't going to let her go and he wasn't going to stop. Her choices had narrowed down to this moment. She either submitted or faced his wrath for the infractions she had committed.He sat up, his powerful legs on either side of her naked thighs, trapping her in the soft bedding. His possessive heat raking her breasts as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his powerful shoulders. Her wide eyes traced over the tattoos mapped across his chest and up his neck. She reached out hesitantly to touch one on his pectoral muscle, but dropped her hand quickly."Touch me," he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip.He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of paga
She was gone.He should've known, the first fucking chance she had, his little bird had flown the coop. Fuck. As soon as he got his hands on her he was going to beat her senseless, fuck her until she couldn't walk, then he was going to lock her in a cage and teach her the meaning of staying where she was put. He couldn't believe he had slept so hard that he'd missed her slipping out of bed and sneaking out of the bedroom. He never slept like that.Soloman didn't bother with a shirt or underwear. He pulled on the same pair of jeans he wore the day before, tugged them up his thighs and zipped them. He took the stairs two at a time, pulling his phone out, intent on calling in backup. Roman knew how to find people. The guy was a hunter with razor sharp instincts. It was eerie. The last thing he needed was Riley going to ground again.He was just about to hit dial when the smell of burnt bacon hit his nostrils."What the fuck?" he growled as he strode into the kitchen. He stopped and to
Riley gasped and whipped her head around, the tip of her ponytail trailing over her shoulder. She blushed at the smouldering look he gave her. Her eyes quickly flickered down his bared chest, interest flaring bright in their velvet depths. She tried to climb down off the bumper, but he wrapped a strong, tattooed arm around her waist before she could extract herself.He lifted her by the waist and held her away from the car while he slammed the hood down. Then he lifted her up onto the hood of the car on her knees facing away from him. She glanced uncertainly over her shoulder. He gave her a wicked grin, reached around, took hold of his dress shirt and tore it from her body. She gasped loudly as buttons flew in every direction, some of them pinging off the hood of the beautiful car.She was left to crouch naked over the hood of his black BMW. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her forward until her palms hit the ho
Riley smiled and swiped a towel over the steamed-up mirror. She looked pretty sexy if she did say so herself. It must be all the fucking she and Soloman had been engaging in. It was good for the blood flow. After the insanely hot garage sex, Soloman had brought her back inside to half-heartedly lecture her on the proper use of his kitchen. She had proceeded to show him how good she was at naked clean-up, which ended in the bedroom (it turned out she was not good at naked clean-up, but she was very good at naked other things...).Finally, after another round of sex and an in-depth discussion on foreign cars and exactly what type of car Soloman was going to be buying her, because no way was she going to let dude promise her a car and not follow through, they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Once again, Riley had woken before him, but this time she had slipped into the shower instead of the garage.She decided she would surprise him with a naked wake-up blow job and dropped her
Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.She knew better than to try to go through the gates of his private estate. Security would stop her in about two heartbeats and then there would be hell to pay when Soloman got home. There was going to be hell to pay anyway, but at least she got out for a joyride and was going to check on her shop.Thank god for Katie and her supreme patience in teaching Riley everything she knew about breaking out of impossible to escape places. Riley's dad had taught her how to steal cars and Katie had taught her the fine art of br
Fury and pride ripped through Soloman as he stalked out of the mess that had once been Merchant's beautifully furnished lobby entrance. Now, instead of dealing with this shit, as the boss should, he would have to go find his own personal Houdini woman and explain to her exactly what he meant by stay in the fucking bedroom. Goddamn was she ever a handful. And she'd stolen another fucking vehicle.He threw his cigarillo into the gutter and flung open the door to Roman's '69 Mustang. Soloman was starting to to run out of his own cars. Without being asked, Roman drove like a demon, running lights to get them to Riley's garage. Their guy had spotted her pulling his bike into the lot thirty minutes earlier. Soloman already had three men sitting on the shop ensuring her safety. And making sure she didn't pull another disappearing act on him before he could get his hands on her."Gonna mess her up?" Roman grunted from the driver's seat.Soloman turned his face slowly to look at his right-ha