Chapter 4

Fuck, he wanted to see her again.

And he would. But he needed to give her time to do the job first. If she didn't do it then he legitimately had a reason to pick her up, bring her home and keep her. If she did the job, as he hoped she would, then he was going to pick her up anyway, bring her home and keep her. During the night he and Jared had come up with a plan B that would ensure Steve Buffalo would turn up dead in the yard Saturday at noon. Either way, Saturday night, the woman would belong to him.

He'd never wanted pussy like this before. He should've known when he first looked at that picture of her with the wide blue eyes and flaming red hair that he would want the beautiful nurse. What he hadn't anticipated was the stirring of recognition as soon as he'd entered her home and touched her belongings. Not like he met her before, but like his body recognized her scent on a primitive level.

Like some kind of pervert, he'd pawed through all her shit, touching her threadbare cotton panties like they were something special. He'd never admit it, but he had to fucking stop himself from sniffing them just to know what her fresh laundry smelled like.

He definitely hadn't anticipated the wrenching feeling in his gut and groin the moment he'd laid hands on her curvy little body and taken her scent into his lungs. His eyes had nearly crossed from the effort not to strip her bare and fuck her on the scarred wooden floor of that little shack as she struggled in his arms. Hell, he nearly suffocated her while she wiggled that round little ass all over his crotch, the intense pleasure making him forget he cut off her airway.

His mind screamed, MINE, like some kind of fucking wild animal that knew its mate with an instant recognition.

Vince had never known this feeling before. He had no other female experience of the kind to draw on. He was probably in his late thirties, although he didn't really know since he was an orphan and gang life was all he'd ever known. What he did know was he wanted Jenna Campbell in a permanent sort of way that he didn't feel like looking too closely at just yet. He lay back on his king size bed and thought about his future and the future of his little nurse. His teeth flashed in a grin and he ran a hand over his eyes, willing himself to get up and pull the blinds. It was early morning and light was flooding the room.

He was a dirty fucker. All he could think about was the many things he wanted to do to his naughty nurse when he got his hands on her. Now that he and Jared had a plan B, he hoped she fucked with his original plan. Because he was a sadistic bastard that wanted to punish her in bad and delicious ways.