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“Storm and I were both able to go to college, but when we returned, we needed to learn the ropes of what was now the family business. As teens, we had a certain level of involvement in both sides of the business. We did things most teens shouldn’t have to do, and we recognized that getting close to anyone was a risk we weren’t willing to take. Until you.” The words hang in the air between us, but where I expect to see fear, or at the very least questions, there’s understanding.
“What’s your role?” Emerson asks quietly. I had hoped she wouldn’t ask the question she definitely didn’t want the answer to, but I should have known better. I should have known my girl would be too curious for her own good.
“Even though I’m the oldest, Storm took the role as head of the family. He’s better with people than I am, and he toes the line between both sides of our world. My strengths are dealing with problems.” I’m trying my best to skate around what I do, because despite being the enforcer of one of the biggest crime families in the country and staring death in the face almost every day since I took my place, there is one thing that fucking terrifies me, and it’s Emerson being afraid of me.
“Problems?”
I adjust my grip on her again, making damn sure she can’t make a run for it. She wouldn’t get far anyway, Storm organized an entire team of security for Emerson and they’re stationed by the door, in the lobby, and at every exit point.
My sweet girl is trapped, whether she likes it or not.
“Problems like the man who put his hands on you tonight. He couldn’t live after touching you, and so I took care of the problem. Admittedly, he deserved a much slower, much more painful death, but all that matters is he no longer breathes the same air as you. He’s not polluting the earth with his disgusting sins.” Those words sound contradictory coming from my mouth. I have so many sins hanging over my head the devil himself wouldn’t dare cross me.
The little color that had returned to her cheeks drains as the meaning of my words seeps into her pretty little head. A moment later, the hellcat from the first time I put hands on her emerges and immediately starts clawing at me, trying to escape my grasp.
“Rayne, let me go.” She pushes hard against my chest but I don’t budge. This is a truth I hoped to avoid telling her for as long as I could. I hoped for her to be in so deep with me by the time she knew what my role is that she wouldn’t have been able to leave even if she wanted to. But no matter which way it happened, no matter which way she looks at it, this is happening.
“Sweet girl.” I brush my lips across her shoulder. “This doesn’t change anything. You are mine and fighting that fact is a waste of your time and mine.”
“You just told me you kill people for a living,” Emerson hisses, using her entire body to try to escape my grasp. “This changeseverything.”
She’s thrashing around in my lap so much I’m starting to worry she’s going to hurt herself. “Emerson,” I growl, grabbing a hold of both her wrists in one of my hands. “You are going to hurt yourself. I understand this is a shock, and I understand why you are upset, but there is nothing you can do or say to change that you’re mine. I’m never going to let you go, and the sooner you understand that, the better off you’ll be.”
“Fuck you.”
“Don’t fucking tempt me. Your fire has me hard as a fucking rock, and I would love nothing more than to sink into your tight little pussy.”
23
Emerson
My heart beats so hard in my chest it hurts. Rayne’s grip on my wrists is punishing, and if I didn’t already know how seriously he took my health and safety, I would be afraid he was going to hurt me.
But that’s the problem. I’m not afraid. Not of Rayne. Not of what he just told me. Not at all, and that’s why I’m freaking out. Because despite the revelation that the man holding me is a murderer, I still feel safer than I have in my entire life.
Rayne’s words have heat pooling between my legs. I’m still wrapped up in his robe, and completely naked underneath. He could be inside me so quickly, I likely wouldn’t even register the movement until I was already impaled on his cock.
It’s not until I notice his smirk that I realize I’ve stopped moving, stopped fighting. “I think you like that idea, don’t you, sweet girl?” His teeth sink into my shoulder, tearing a gasp from my throat.
“No,” I whisper the lie, not trusting my voice to be convincing.
“Never lie to me, Emerson. I can read your body, and I know your pussy is fucking dripping without having to touch it. You’re just as powerless to me as I am to you.” He shifts me in his lap like I weigh nothing at all, until my ass presses into his very obvious erection and takes my breath away. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?” he asks on a breath. “You don’t know how badly I want to bend you over this table and fuck you so hard you can’t breathe without me.”
A shiver of lust works its way through my body and gives me away, because truth be told, I want that as well. But no matter how badly I want him and all his filthy promises, I can’t allow myself to give in to temptation.
Rayne’s arms relax slightly around me, his cockiness is his downfall. He thinks because I’m so turned on I can barely breathe that he’s won me over, but that’s the furthest thing from the truth. It’s because my body wants him so badly that I need to run as fast and as far as I can from the dangerous man who holds me.
I take a shaky breath and try to think past getting out of Rayne’s embrace, but I can never think straight when his hands are on me. The way I’m sitting on his lap limits the amount of power I can use to make a break for it, but I’m going to have to make it work.
It takes everything I have to throw myself out of his embrace, my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floors as I round the other side of the couch, needing to having something substantial between us. Realistically, I know it won’t stop him. The man is a literal killer, if he wants to catch me I have no doubt in my mind that he will. But maybe if he sees how much I don’t want this, how badly I need to get away from him, maybe he’ll let me go.
Even as I think it, I know it won’t be that easy. Rayne has claimed me, and the longer I spend with him, the more I come to know what that means. Fighting is pointless. But I have to try. I can’t allow myself to fall in love with a monster without kicking and screaming until my lungs give out.
Rayne stands slowly from his seat, a chuckle clawing from his throat. “Now where do you think you’re going, sweet girl?”
I take a step back, and then another, and then another. The door isn’t that far away, but everything that comes after is where things start to get complicated for a number of reasons. First being that I’m in a bathrobe that drags along the ground it’s so big on me, and I’m naked underneath it. All the other roadblocks that come after that are much more of a concern. Even if I can make it to the door, I would have to then make it to the elevator and close the doors. Then I would need to escape the building, in the bathrobe, without being captured. Under normal circumstances, with a normal man, I’m sure that wouldn’t be all that difficult, but you’re not the second in charge of a mafia family without having security. And then even if I make it out of the building, where the fuck am I going to go that Rayne won’t find me?
He has the resources to find me anywhere I go, and that fact sends chills through my entire body.
