Fire & Vice: Prisoner of Fortune のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Claudia took two minutes to use the toilet and wash her hands. She placed her hands on the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. She hated the vulnerable, frightened look in her green eyes. She'd been running for more than a year, with the threat of Dante and Franco Delgado always close behind. After arranging for fake ID and stealing information that would incriminate Franco Delgado's illegal business in Vegas and Dante Marquez's in Miami, she had fled. She'd also paid a hacker to arrange for fake records for her fake ID. For six months, she had run from state to state, never settling down. Unable to cope with a nomadic lifestyle, she finally took a risk and set herself up here, in Tyson King's city. After eight months, the fear of discovery had finally started to fade. She breathed deeply, urging her heart to slow down and her brain to start moving faster. She couldn't have her wits scattered if she was going to get out of this new mess. Staying with Tyson King was not an opt

Tyson had meant to let her sleep. She had been so tired the evening before, she hadn't murmured a protest when he'd removed her clothes and settled her on his bed. He had also meant to put one of his T-shirts on her. Good intentions fled as her beautiful, curvaceous body was revealed to him. Careful not to disturb her, he reached over and turned a lamp on. Her skin glowed pale in the dim lighting of the room. He wondered how this goddess hadn't been snapped up before now. She was perfection, from her long, slim feet to her wide hips, small waist, rounded breasts and graceful neck. She wasn't fashionably slim, but soft and curved in a way that made Tyson's mouth water. Despite her incredible body, it was her face that arrested him most. Her thick eyelashes, slightly darker than her honey blond hair, were swept down across the top of her cheeks. Her eyes, which sparked green fire when she was angry or turned to shining liquid when she was turned on. She had a strong jaw and a wide mo

Claudia sat on the bed, her legs tucked underneath her in a prim pose, wearing only a button-up shirt. She rebelled against the stereotype of wearing one of her lover's shirts, but it was this or her blue dress. She had tried on Tyson's bathrobe and it had engulfed her to the point that she felt like a three year-old playing dress up. She had gotten one of the sleeves thoroughly soaked when she'd tried to wash her hands. She had hung it back up and moved on to Tyson's shirts. Still irked about her forceful relocation, she had chosen one that looked decidedly expensive. Now, she sat luxuriating in the lovely feel of the fabric against her bare skin and watched Tyson sleep. He really was a giant of a man. With the morning light shining in the windows, her eyes could trace over the long limbs of his legs and arms sprawled carelessly across the sheets. His middle parts had been uncovered too. His penis, even soft, was long and imposing. She had flicked the sheet over that part of his ana

Damn him, Daniel had anticipated her. His usual stoic expression gave way to fury for a split second when he realized he wasn't able to pry the door of the moving train open. That look of fury convinced Claudia she never wanted to run into the ex-mercenary in a dark alley. She watched him with trepidation as the train gathered speed. He took his phone out of his pocket and lifted it to his ear. Then he pointed at her. Pinning her. She knew right down to her core he was marking her as prey for Tyson King. Claudia forced her frozen brain to work over time. She quickly deduced that Tyson would soon have his people crawling all over every subway station in the city. She would have to abandon her original plan of taking the train to the bus station and buying a ticket out of the city and get off at the next stop. Hopefully she could make it far enough away from the station before Tyson was able to galvanize his security team. It didn't bear thinking what he might do with her once he got h

Tyson King hit disconnect on his cell phone and dropped it onto his desk. He leaned back in his huge chair, ignoring the ominous creak. It'd taken several hours longer than he'd expected, but he finally had a location on the girl. His hands and his dick both pulsed with need. He wanted to strangle her, caress her, chain her to him and fuck her until she couldn't think of doing anything so stupid again. The unfamiliar terror he had felt when Mercer had called earlier to say he was looking at her as she rapidly disappeared by herself on a city train was nearly overwhelming. Claudia couldn't handle herself. She was too soft. If her ex got his hands on her, or even worse, the scum that was Franco Delgado, they would snap her neck without hesitating. She wasn't safe. And the woman wasn't doing herself any favours by running the first chance she got. She was too easy to track. Now, her safety was confirmed and his fear for her life morphed rapidly into all consuming fury. How dare she pu