Page 64 of Gangsters and Guns


Font Size:  

I’ll save that for another day.

Lowering my head farther, I run my nose along her neck, then push the robe off her right shoulder, gently kissing her soft skin.

She inhales sharply, a sound I recognize instantly…

She’s turned on.

Even if she won’t admit it.

She doesn’t have to. The woman isn’t very good at hiding her emotions. Not at the office. Not at the jewelry store. And certainly not here.

“I know you want me, Rory. Your body says you do, even if your mouth says otherwise. You can’t hide from me for much longer. I see the way you respond to my touch. I can hear the way your breath catches when my lips touch your skin. Just imagine what a night together could be like.”

I stand up to my full height, loving how little she is in comparison—she barely comes up to my chest. Releasing her neck, I trail my hand down her body, through the hollow of her collarbones, and down to where her robe gapes, exposing her cleavage.

Taking the back of a single finger, I rub along the top of one breast. Knowing she’s naked beneath this thing is absolutely fucking killing me, but I won’t force her, I’m not that kind of man. Plus, I won’t need to.

This woman will be on all fours begging for me to take her before too long. Pushing my limits, I start to push the robe farther open, desperate to see her nipple poke out from beneath the white material. And when I almost achieve my goal, Rory finally snaps and pushes against my chest before covering herself back up.

Chuckling, I step away with my hands raised. “I meant no harm, Rory. I’m just taken by you.”

And that’s the God’s honest truth. The girl does something to me. She makes me want to tease her, coax her out of her hard façade. I want to get to know who she is, explore her body, and find out all there is to know about her.

But I also want her on her knees, naked and displayed before me, covered in leather bindings, with my cock shoved down her pretty little throat.

And she will be, when the time is right.

She doesn’t know it yet, but the Dixen brothers? We have plans for our new personal assistant. Sinister, nefarious plans.

I keep backing up until I reach the kitchen island, where I snatch my hoodie and slip it back over my head. “There’s something you need to know about the Dixen brothers. When we see something we like, we take it. Nothing can get in our way, and no one in this city can stop us from taking it, from taking you. So be ready, Rory, because we’re coming for you. And we won’t stop until you are ours in every fucking way possible.”

She’s still frozen against the windows, and I wonder if perhaps I’ve said too much.

Nah…

I like to see her squirm, to see how uncomfortable I’ve made her and how unsure she is about me now. My intentions are clear—she will be mine, whether she likes it or not.

“What if I don’t want you?” she challenges defiantly, but I hear the desire in her voice.

I shrug. “Doesn’t matter what you want. In the end, you won’t be able to resist. We will have you wound so tightly, you could snap at any minute. No other will be allowed to satisfy your desires. All your thoughts will be consumed by us—hell, I would be surprised if they aren’t already—your body shaking with need and unfulfilled desires, wondering what a night with the Dixen brothers would be like. And when you finally break, I’ll be there, picking up the pieces and putting you back together. But there’s a cost to that, a price to pay.”

“And what’s that?” she asks, her arms folded over her chest.

I open the door and step out into the hallway, giving Mischief a little goodbye pat. “Your life,” I answer before shutting the door.

Smiling to myself, I head up to my penthouse. I’ve got her right where I want her, and she doesn’t even know it yet.

Two points to Alistair.

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like