Still, there’s that familiar rush when the tension builds. When I can’t go slow anymore. My strokes deepen, faster, harder. And instead of scraping her nails over me, she drags them. Raking me, barely stopping short of breaking the skin.“That’s right,” she whispers, staring deep into my eyes. “Fuck me. Only you. Always you.”“Mia…” I grit my teeth, holding on, wanting to come with her. “I love you.”“I love you.” A high-pitched moan builds in her throat, louder each time our bodies slam together. By the time we’re both at the edge, we’re fucking madly, like animals, using each other for our own gain. My balls tighten, and her cunt tightens around my cock, and yes, this is it, yes, mine, mine, she’s always going to be mine—I drop my head to the mattress, just beside her ear, muffling my shouts the way she muffles hers against my shoulder. She shudders, and so do I, both of us under the control of something much bigger while the last of our passion eases away.Soon it’s just the two o
“But I will be—from the business side of things. I already told him everything I came up with, and I’m sure we’ll work out the details later. We’re going to do an image rehabilitation, and I’ll be the face of it. In exchange for that, I get you.”“I can’t believe he would agree to that.”She snorts. “Once I reminded him of how bad it would look if I popped up in his life, then disappeared again, he started to get the picture. It looks much better for me to stick around and be happy than for me to suddenly vanish because I ran away or because he wants to hide me someplace since I won’t play along with his plans.”“He’s going to let us—”She cuts me off with a kiss. Slow, tender. “Yes,” she whispers after pulling away. “He’s going to let us. Because I told him I love you, too. And I always will. You’re all I want.”I touch her face, her hair, her hands. I’ve never known what it means to have something I wished for. I figured that kind of thing wasn’t for men like me. Yet here she is, an
“No. He never got that far.” I wait, hoping he’ll catch on. “But what if he did? He’s not around to say he didn’t. We don’t have to spread that around to the police or the press—but what if you hinted at it to the Rinaldis? I’m disgusted with myself for even thinking it, but if my being a virgin is so important to them, maybe they’d be willing to break the contract.”He’s stone-faced. His plan, his goal of uniting our families is not something he’s going to let go of easily. But I’m not letting go either. I think he’s starting to figure that out, too.We both look at his phone when it rings. He picks it up, his face falling when he sees who’s calling. I’ve never seen him without his mask on. When he’s not acting like the big, bad guy. Now he’s a man stuck between a rock and a hard place. He’s human.When he doesn’t answer right away, I prompt him. “Who is it?”“It’s Philip Rinaldi.” Our eyes meet. “I sent him a message to cancel dinner, so I don’t know why he’s calling now.”“What are
For some reason, that’s the last straw. I’m so done with all of this. Being under his thumb, controlled, demeaned. Used like a pawn. “Who do I think I am?” I stand and drop the blanket. “Who do you think you are?”He’s so surprised that he drops the phone. “You got fucked up somehow tonight. I’m ready to chalk this attitude of yours up to that. And if you’re smart, you’re going to stop talking, and that’ll be that. Understood?”“Stop dismissing me. You weren’t around for the first seventeen years of my life, and now you act like taking care of me for a year is enough to earn the right to treat me like a pet. I deserve better than that, if only because I’m your daughter.”“If you weren’t my daughter, you wouldn’t be here. Did you forget about that?”“I don’t have to be here anymore, then. I don’t need anything from you, and I don’t want anything from you. I’ll leave with nothing but the clothes on my back. No school, no anything. It’s fine. I’ll get by.”“Right. Like you’d do anything
“We’ll double-check, but my contacts in the department tell me it’s an open-and-shut case.” Bruno sits on the edge of his desk, with Mia in the chair beside mine. She’s freshly showered and changed now that we’re back at the compound. Her skin is pink from all the scrubbing.I wanted more than anything to be there with her, to hold her and wash her and tell her it’ll be okay.He continues. “The story is, it’s a crush gone wrong. He became obsessed when Mia rejected him—and he planned to blackmail her into dating him by using her Morelli ties against her, hence sending her all that shit earlier.”His gaze lands on me. In all these years, he’s never looked at me the way he looks at men he considers his equal. Not until tonight. “That little spat the two of you got into outside that restaurant works in our favor. There are plenty of witnesses who can confirm he was out of control that day and looking to throw fists over Mia.”“Anything I can do to help.” I didn’t know it at the time that
I’d answer, but I’m too scared to speak.Besides, a soft, high-pitched beeping noise catches my attention before I can react.The alarm. Zeke disarmed the alarm from outside.And Dean didn’t hear it. Too busy planning to kill me.“I’m a victim in this, too,” I remind him, desperate to stall for just another minute. “Don’t punish me for that. These things happened before I ever—”He didn’t hear the alarm disarming, but there’s no way he couldn’t hear the door being unlocked.He spins around, aiming the gun at the door now.The only thing I can think to do is scream. “Zeke! Gun!”33ZEKEMia Casteel owns my soul. She might have saved it by showing me I’m more than a cold, unfeeling hitman. More than a bodyguard.And by screaming my name at the last second, she might have saved my life.When I hear her scream, I pivot, pressing my back to the wall beside the door while it swings open. A bullet hits the wall across from the doorway, one that would’ve gone through me if I hadn’t moved.I