Page 33 of Devil’s Candy

“Vinnie is double-crossing you.”

“Says you. Where is the proof? I think you made it up to justify what you want to do and you’re going to fuck us over in the process.”

“Why would I fuck over the men who care for my daughters?” I shake my head. “Meet me tomorrow night and I will provide all the evidence you need.”

He slowly shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere with you. Like I said, leave New York and leave us alone. We’ll take care of our business, and you take care of yours. We never want to see you again.”

I turn to the car and pull out the remote, opening the gate. “Show yourself out.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Candy

Sver is back in the promised hour with two large bags that look like they are filled with most of my loose stuff.

We eat and then he shows me to the bedroom, where he starts laying my things out for me to put away.

He’s got almost everything I own with him. He said he wanted me to stay until he knew I was safe, but this feels like… Like I’m going to be staying for a while.

Does he have any idea how much I’m dying to exhale? To sink into his warmth and strength?

I organize my supplies for the morning and then put my clothes in the empty drawers he’s offered me.

I want to ask so bad…what does this mean? Are we a thing?

But I’m afraid. I don’t trust myself to read this correctly. And even if he gives me all the answers I want to hear, how can I be sure he means it?

So I silently unpack and then, when it’s done, I slide into bed with him, his body surrounding mine in the best way.

Between the lack of sleep from last night, the fact that I feel safe here with him, and the killer orgasm, I’m asleep in seconds.

I don’t wake until the sun is streaming through the windows.

Sver is still behind me, his body curved around mine. “Morning, Candy cane.”

I smile as my eyes slide closed again. “Morning, big man.”

He chuckles so deeply and pleasantly that it makes my toes curl. “I am a big man. Your big man.”

“Are you?” Does he even know what he’s doing to me? I turn over, my chest pressing to his.

“That’s right. And you’re my good little girl.” He rolls us both so he’s on top of me. He slips his hands into mine and slides my arms over my head. “Are you going to let me take care of you today?”

“Yeah,” I answer, having no idea what he means. Sex? Food? I’m down for all of it. Any of it.

He chuckles again before he kisses me, slow and deep. I pull away. “Morning breath,” I whisper as I turn my face away.

He nips at my jaw. “I’ll take my chances.”

“But…” I give my head a little shake. I have a hard enough time trusting myself without worrying that I’ve grossed him out or⁠—

“Candy.”

“Yeah?” I draw in a shuddering breath.

“I like what I see. What I feel.” And then he buries his nose in my neck. “What I smell. It’s chemical and a little morning breath isn’t changing that.”

“Oh.”