Page 11 of Maid for the Hitman


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It makes me think of how she’ll cream for me, a whole river of it squirting down my cock as I take what’s rightfully mine.

No, no.

I can’t think like that, not here.

How does she do this to me?

“So you’re our savior, are you?” the woman says, propping up on her elbows with a visible effort.

She’s thin and nearly bald, her scalp covered in tiny pricks of dark-colored hair. Her eyes are bright, though, and full of protectiveness.

Relief strikes me when I see that in her eyes. It’s good that Rosie has somebody who wants to keep her safe as badly as I do.

“I intend to keep you both safe, ma’am,” I say.

“At least you have manners,” she grunts.

“Mom…”

“What?” she snaps. “Am I supposed to pretend that this is normal?”

“I understand that it’s not,” I say. “But your daughter is telling the truth. If you don’t agree to come with me, it won’t end well.”

“Is that a threat?” she hisses.

“Not from me,” I assure her. “But you are being threatened. And the man who’s targeted your daughter doesn’t make threats idly.”

“Hmm,” she sighs.

“What is your name?” I ask.

“Jackie,” she says. “And your name is Ryland. There, we know each other’s names. Are we going to pretend we’re not strangers now?”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, but I can’t help but smirk at the same time.

“What are you grinning at?” she says.

I chuckle. “I admire a feisty lady, ma’am, that’s all,” I say.

She smiles for a moment and then turns her gaze away, staring at her daughter.

“Are you sure this is the only way?”

“Yes,” Rosie says at once, flooding my body with irrepressible heat and belonging. Her certainty bolsters me. “We have to go with Ryland.”

Jackie turns back to me, frowning for a moment.

“Do you have a mother, a father?” she asks.

“I did, once,” I tell her. “But not anymore.”

She sighs. “What do you care for, Ryland? What couldn’t you live without?”

Your daughter, I want to roar, but that would only complicate matters.

My priority right now is getting them to leave with me.

“My dog, Chopper,” I say. “He means the world to me.”

I feel Rosie staring at me, her eyes softening.

She bites her lip again, and even in my peripheral vision, I have to fight hard not to completely lose control.

She has such a beautiful, kissable mouth.

“Okay,” Jackie says. “Then swear on Chopper’s life you’re not going to hurt her.”

“I swear,” I snap. “Now, pack a bag. Get ready. We need to leave soon.”

I turn and pace from the room.

They probably think I’m getting impatient with Jackie’s questioning, but that’s only a small piece of it. Most of the drumming pressure in my body comes from my woman, with her big round naïve eyes, with her full flushed cheeks, with every voluptuous inch of her seemingly designed for my pleasure.

And mine alone.

I drop onto the couch, resuming my previous position, trying – and failing – to keep my breathing steady as I hold a thousand steamy vignettes of Rosie in my mind.

After a pause and some whispered words, I hear them getting ready back there, drawers opening and closing.

I close my eyes and let out a short sigh, telling myself that this is all going to be okay. The women will disappear just like Vito wanted, and there’s no way he can access my estate to learn about my lie…

But what then?

My goal isn’t to hide with my woman for the rest of our lives, to raise a family in secret. I want us to stand in the light together, to roar from the highest rooftop that we’re here, that we belong together.

I want to be with her, openly, so that everybody can see how lucky I am, how beautiful she looks on my arm.

I sigh and run a hand through my hair.

These are concerns for another day, once my woman and her mother are safe.

I smirk when I think about the way Rosie was biting her lip back there, her eyes getting wide and needy.

My mind returns to the thought of her in a maid’s uniform, but this time, she’s not wearing tights.

She leans forward and sticks her ass out, showing the supple roundness of it, and her pink wet slit glistening, as though her hole is beckoning me to it.

I force my eyes open and let out a snarl, fighting back the image.

I can’t allow myself to fall into these thoughts so easily.

Otherwise, I’ll fall upon her like the savage beast I am the moment we’re alone.

Before she even understands that she belongs to me, that she’s mine – body, soul, everything – I’ll force my engorged manhood between her thighs and I’ll…

Goddamn it, I’m doing it again.

I laugh darkly, shaking my head.

Resisting her is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Chapter Seven

Rosie

I sit in the back of his black sedan, my hand in mom’s, as he guides us through the city.

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