All Chapters of His Hunger for her sweet innocence : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rick's POVThe softness of her lips—it’s a drug. My own drug. One I'm about to get obsessed with…and that's not good.I knew I shouldn't be here with her like this. Every second I spend with her puts her in harm's way, dragging her into a darkness she has no business fighting. But her scent—an intoxicating mix of mint, liquor, and a distinct, feminine sweetness and softness of her body that I couldn't quite place my hands on—was drawing me in.I was completely at the mercy of my attraction towards her. She was kissing me with so much raw hunger that the last of my control just snapped. I had to give in.Give the girl exactly what she wants. What's the worst that could happen.I rubbed my tongue between her lips seeking access and when she opened her mouth for me, I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, completely abandoning my restraint. A low, ragged moan tore from the very back of my throat, vibrating against her lips. "Mmhh... so good..." She shifted, moving to sit comfortab

Rick's POVI had seen her the second she walked into the hall.She looked absolutely breathtaking. It was almost unfair how she could be so dangerously sexy and effortlessly majestic at the exact same time. The floor-length black dress, the impossible plunge of the neckline. That high slit showing off her legs—it took everything in me not to walk straight across the room, throw my jacket over her, and carry her out of there and do the dirtiest things to her.I just needed a minute. Just a single minute to worship her from afar.I knew I shouldn't have come. She made it clear she didn't want to see me, and being anywhere near her only dragged her deeper into my world. But when my men pinged me her location for the gala, my stomach dropped. A high-profile, crowded event like this was the exact kind of soft target Don Pedro’s men loved to exploit to send me a message. I couldn't risk it.So here I was. Supposed to be playing security, but instead, completely pining over her like a fool

Samantha's POV)"Come home with me."He just held my gaze, silent and unreadable."This doesn't have to mean more than it is," I added quickly, trying to salvage whatever shred of pride I had left.His eyes darkened, the deep green turning almost black under the dim rooftop lights."What exactly is it you think we have between us?" he asked, his voice carrying an overwhelmingly masculine, grounded calm that made my knees weak.I flushed, my skin burning under his intense scrutiny. "I don't... I can't... maybe it's just..." I stammered, completely unable to form a coherent thought.Rick leaned down, his lips brushing tenderly against my forehead. He stilled there for a long moment, breathing me in, before slowly pulling back."Inasmuch as I want nothing more... not tonight," he whispered against my skin. "Come. I'll take you home."He gently wrapped his fingers around mine, taking my hand as he led me off the rooftop and into the waiting elevator.He brought the phone to his ear. "Loui

Samantha's POV"I miss you."His voice was a low, heavy rumble against my ear, vibrating straight down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching the phone tightly as I sat up against my headboard, pulling the duvet over my knees. My heart took a violent, traitorous dive, but I forced a breath past my lips and smirked into the dark room.Oh ye little heart of mine, please behave."Is that so?" I murmured, keeping my tone sweet and effortlessly playful. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you send a very serious, wax-sealed note to my apartment this morning promising not to crowd me?"A low, quiet chuckle sounded over the line—a sound so deep and intimate it made my stomach do flip-flops."I lied," Rick said smoothly, his voice dropping into a dark, rough register. "My self-control only stretches so far when it comes to you, Samantha. I have somewhere to be tomorrow night, and I'm crazy worried about leaving you on your own.""I won't be on my own, Rick. I'll be at work," I reasoned

Rick's POVThe iron scent of blood and burnt copper hung heavy in the damp night air.Flames roared from the shattered remains of Don Pedro’s dummy delivery truck, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete of the south docks. Sirens were blaring somewhere in the far distance, but on our side of the border, the dock was silent—save for the steady crunch of heavy boots on broken glass. "Perimeter's clear, boss," Kepter said, stepping up beside me and flicking his suppressed blade clean before sheathing it. "Pedro's haul is ashes. His men won't be crawling back to this side of town anytime soon." "Good," I growled, rolling my shoulders. Adrenaline was still humming through my veins like live wire, making my muscles burn. I pulled my heavy leather gloves off, tossing them into the burning wreckage, and reached into my jacket pocket for my phone. The screen flickered to life in the dark. "I wonder if she's still up," I murmured to no one in particular.Fuck it. I'm gonna go