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But then he swaggers past me and drops onto the couch, folding one leg over the other and laying his arm across the back.
“Hurry up, Rosie,” he says. “I haven’t got all day.”
I walk past him, feeling his eyes burn into my back as I head toward the bedroom.
Or am I just imagining, wishing, projecting?
I know I should question this more, but I’ve spent the whole day waiting for a gun to be shoved into my face.
Having a silver-haired, handsome giant sitting on my couch instead feels like a blessing.
Chapter Six
Ryland
I look around her tiny apartment, clean but far too small, far too cheap-looking for a woman who deserves palaces and gowns and waiting staff, and all the finer things in life.
My balls are still throbbing as I wait for her and her mother to emerge from the bedroom.
Being so close to her makes me ache, my chest getting tight, the base of my cock going stiff and ready to explode any second.
I want to roar that she’s mine, that every inch of her curvy body belongs to me and me alone, but my main priority right now is convincing her to get out of here before Vito learns that I’ve betrayed him.
Telling her she could be my maid wasn’t part of the plan, but the more I think about it, the fiercer my desire becomes.
I imagine her in a little black french maid uniform, the hem frilly white, with thin tights pulled tautly over her juicy thighs.
She’ll bend over for me with the feather duster, looking over her shoulder with those gorgeous fuck-me copper eyes, sticking her ass out so I can see her bare, soaked pussy through the fabric.
I groan and grab a big handful of cushion, squeezing so tight it’s a miracle I don’t tear pieces of it loose.
Resisting the urge to grab my cock and stroke it, just a few times, while imagining those massive juicy breasts of hers bouncing freely… It’s a goddamn herculean effort.
I close my eyes and see how she appeared at the door, in a gray T-shirt pulled taut across her breasts, with her nipples poking tantalizingly through the fabric. The little minx must’ve known the effect she was having on me, appearing without a bra on, driving me more and more feral each second.
I wanted – I needed – to grab her shoulders and shove her against the wall. Tear her T-shirt over her head and toss it to the floor, freeing those juicy tits, palming them, and squeezing them until her skin was red with my possession.
The thought of her pert nipples in my mouth, the taste of them, the heat of them, drives me insane. I feel like I’m going to explode just thinking about it.
Focus, a voice roars inside of me, my professional hitman voice. Get her home first.
I stand up and pace up and down, my hands firmly behind my back to stop myself from succumbing to this carnal song of need.
I hear Rosie’s mom let out a wavering sob, and Rosie’s voice rises.
“I’m sorry,” she moans. “I don’t know why I got involved. But this is the only way we can stay safe.”
“But why?” her mother cries. “Why would he do this?”
“He says he doesn’t want them to kill a woman,” Rosie says.
“And you believe him?”
There’s a long pause.
My chest tightens, my heartbeat hammering up my throat and through my skull.
This moment will tell me a lot about my queen.
If she says no, it means she doesn’t feel the instant need that has taken possession of me.
If she says yes, then it doesn’t mean she feels it… but it means she might feel it.
“I do,” Rosie says, her voice shaking. “I know how crazy that sounds. But what other choice do we have? If we don’t go with him, Vito will send more of his men, and they won’t hesitate, Mom. They’ll kill us both.”
“Let me speak to him,” she says. “Hey, you, Ryland. Come in here.”
“Mom…”
I move over to the bedroom door, still with my hands behind my back. As I walk over, I take slow, purposeful breaths, intentionally slowing my heartbeat and calming my nerves.
The last thing I need is to be brimming with lust as I meet my woman’s mother—the future grandmother to my children.
I duck under the doorframe, looking around the small bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, it’s neat, except for the sheets which are crumpled and reek of sweat.
“Come over here,” she says in a frail but firm voice.
I move to the edge of the bed. Rosie glances up at me, biting her lip, and I have to look away before I lose control.
When she bites her lip like that, it makes me think of how she’ll look when I’m plunging my massive cock inside of her, pushing myself deep until she moans that she can’t take anymore, and then push even deeper.
