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More than that, she refused to accept my orders or believe my promise of protection. She also had a damn good instinct and the kind of motherly love that reminded me of a bear and her cub. Nothing was going to get between her and her baby.
Including the furry one.
While I admired her tenacity, it was apparent that she would need to learn another valuable lesson. And I was the man to teach her. She would follow my rules or face the kinds of punishments that she would find distasteful. I could tell she was muttering to herself, perhaps cursing me out as she’d already done several times. Then she’d gone completely silent, not saying a word during the trip back to Baltimore.
And what did that do to me? Infuse my hunger with twinges of obsession. My cock continued to ache, the desire for the stunning yet feisty woman getting out of control.
I took a deep breath, thinking about everything she’d told me. The woman was genuine in her fear not only of Garcia but of me as well. Whatever other horrors the fuck had put her through continued to fuel the rage.
At least Dillon had jabbered for half the trip, falling asleep on my lap later, completely oblivious to the danger he was in and the heartache his mother was experiencing. The fact he continued to find me safe had annoyed the fuck out of her. Chuckling, I lifted my glass in appreciation of the stunning beauty.
Yes, she was my prisoner. And I enjoyed playing with my possessions.
But she was so much more.
I should be angry but instead, my cock ached more than ever. I’d watched her for almost an hour, enjoying being nothing more than a stalker in my own house. I remained in my war room, a private location off my office. It contained computer systems, weaponry, and monitors for the two dozen security cameras installed around the exterior of the house. I’d also had additional cameras placed in the wing of suites I’d provided for Georgia and her son.
Except for the bathroom, I could keep a close eye on her activities. Should I feel bad that I was spying on her? That was my job. I needed to know if she was nothing more than a consummate actress.
If that was the case, I wouldn’t feel bad about what I’d be required to do in the end.
I took a deep breath, holding it as she tried yet another window, finding it locked. Did she really believe I’d be so stupid as to allow her a possible escape route? Not a chance. She was locked down as she should be.
I flicked off the cameras, leaving the private space and closing it down. As I headed to the window behind my desk, images of her naked body remained in the back of my mind.
I fingered the glass in my hand, remaining aroused from the realization of just how strong Georgia was as a woman. Her tears hadn’t been ones of fear but of strength and frustration as well as determination. The promise she’d made to me before explaining to her beautiful boy that he was going on an adventure was one I wouldn’t soon forget.
In truth, the words made me crave her that much more.
Georgia had managed in barely over seventy-two hours to crawl under my skin so far I couldn’t breathe. She was a nasty addiction, a possession I wanted to keep but one I shouldn’t own. It already felt like I’d become obsessed with her given my thoughts continued to revolve around every moment I’d spent with her.
It was ridiculous, the kind of thoughts that could never arrive at a decent end. As I’d done so many times over the last few years, I stood staring out the back window of my office, not really seeing anything. Except maybe my shadow on this early evening.
For all I knew, she’d been lured back into Rico’s fold, ordered to bring me to my knees so he could step in and attempt to cut off my head. I rolled the cool glass across my forehead, hating the way I was thinking.
Yet I couldn’t push the thought aside, not yet anyway. All the signs that she was telling the truth were there. She hadn’t faltered and I hadn’t sensed she’d been lying about the horrors she’d gone through. I’d always been damn good at knowing when people were lying, an attribute I’d learned from my grandfather. I’d also nurtured the ability to identify people’s darkest secrets, which had helped me achieve skyrocketing success in both business and what I’d often called pleasure. However, my aspects of pleasure had little to do with sins of the flesh. I’d enjoyed watching men squirm, especially during the minutes leading up to extracting information by way of torture.
Except when I’d been with Georgia. Of course, I’d been forced to come to terms with the fact my armor had been temporarily defused, which had allowed her softness to crawl inside. I was also painfully aware I’d need to shut down the constant urge to taste, fuck, and protect her.
But goddamn, it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done in my life.
For all the brutality I’d used, the enemies I’d destroyed, and the enjoyment I’d gotten out of being called a dangerous psychopath, I’d been disgusted with myself for threatening her. Hell, I’d even implied her beloved dog could face my wrath.
What the fuck did that make me?
It was funny how many times I’d asked that question.
I wasn’t the kind of man to apologize for anything. That hadn’t been who I was, something else I’d gleaned from my ruthless grandfather, but with her, I felt it necessary. Shit. Wasn’t I completely out of sorts? The best thing I could do was erase her from my psyche but as of right now, that didn’t seem possible. Yes, there were rules that had been explained to her. After doing so, she’d folded her arms, glaring at me with murderous eyes.
Even then, the woman remained alluring, so much so my cock had remained throbbing for hours. The feeling must be similar to men who swallowed too much Viagra. I snorted from the thought, tossing back the remainder of my whiskey. She’d flashed her doe eyes, acting as if she was nothing but an innocent pawn in the dangerous game she’d been playing.
What I hadn’t learned about the situation was who had been her friend. I bought she’d been assisted in forming a new life. Scared little rabbits, while also dangerous in their own right, tended not to make good decisions. She’d moved across the country, building a life for herself in a community that I would have believed neither Rico nor his brother could ever find.
However, the coincidence of two people with connections to Rico Garcia wasn’t something I could push aside no matter how much I wanted to fuck her and possess her.
Fortunately, my lewd thoughts were interrupted by an expected visitor. If I wasn’t careful, our combined toxicity would become deadly, a disease with no cure. I couldn’t risk it for me or my family.
Or for her.
