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“Don’t worry, baby. When I fuck your beautiful ass, I won’t be using bloody lotion as lubricant.”
“Oh, really?” She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Aye.” I give her a wicked grin. “Unless you’re being punished. Then I won’t use any lube at all.”
I barely dodge the flying pillow. I don’t miss the blush across her cheeks, or the increase in her breathing. That is something we’re going to discuss again. Christ, the idea of this beautiful, strong woman submitting to me makes my cock instantly rock hard.Fuck me.I want to make every part of her body mine.
“Just relax, baby.” I warm the lotion in my hands before starting to massage her back. I use my whole hands, firm, smooth strokes, using my thumbs to hold pressure on the tight little knots of muscle until I feel them soften. Roxanne moans. I work my way up to her shoulders and start kneading the tense muscles there.
“That feels so nice.” Her voice is distant and dreamy. I keep up my massaging, working down her back, over her glorious firm ass and beautiful legs. I flip her back over and massage her feet. She’s purring like a kitten and I fucking love it.
“Shirt to sleep in, or naked?”
“Shirt.”
I pull mine off. “Arms up, little one.”
She smiles but raises her arms anyway.Fuck.Roxanne in my shirt is life changing.
“Is there another room I can sleep in since mine is… gross?” she asks.
“You’re sleeping here.”
“I am?”
“Aye, you sleep in my bed from now on.”
She blinks at me. I will not budge on this particular topic. The need to hold this tiny, fierce woman and keep her safe from her enemies is overwhelming.
Finally, she speaks. “Ok. Can I get some things from my room before bed?”
I nod and follow her.
I know the body is long gone, but the mattress and carpet remain. Those will have to go out as well but take a bit longer to dispose of. I watch her reaction as she surveys the bloody scene in front of her. Aside from a slight shiver, she just shrugs. It’s like she looked at the carnage and just went “Hmm, that’s interesting” and carried on with her life. She returns with some toiletry items, collects her phone from the floor, and gingerly plucks the charger out of the bloody mess, wiping it on a clean section of the comforter.For fuck’s sake, woman, I’ll get a new charger.I take it from her and throw it back with the rest of the carnage.
“What?” she asks.
“You’re not normal.” Then I realize how it sounded.
“No shit, Shakespeare.” She rolls her eyes.
I grab her chin and kiss her deeply. “It’s a good thing, little one.” I spank her ass as she walks by. The heated look she gives me runs straight to my cock. Again. Fuck, this woman is going to give me a permanent erection.
She drops her items in the bathroom and I sit on the bed, watching her brush her long hair. She braids it down her back, before pulling it over her shoulder to finish the braid and tie it off. She crawls under the covers. I get in behind her and scoot her to the other side of the bed. When she raises an eyebrow at me, I explain.
“I sleep between you and the door.” I expect an eye roll.
“Oh. Thank you.” Wasn’t expecting that. She curls onto her side and I snuggle up behind her, wrapping an arm across her waist. She falls asleep in seconds.
For the millionth time, I ask myself, what the hell am I supposed to do with her. The research she put together is impressive, especially given her relative lack of resources. It will never be enough to go to a trial though, not that we involve the cops in our business anyway. Her idea that the publicity of the article would protect her was naïveté at its finest. No way in hell am I letting her publish anything, or get within five miles of that sadistic Russian bastard. Just the thought of her being in the same room with him brings my blood damn near to boiling. Human fucking trafficking?
I have no illusions about being a good man. I know what I am, and what business I am in. But preying on young girls like that is beyond the pale. The fucking Italians don’t even do that. Actually, as much as I dislike the fucker, De Luca is almost as protective of the women in his life as I am.
I think of her tearstained cheeks on the patio, telling me about her sister’s suicide. I think of her powerful, emotional response to the girls being trafficked. Fuck. I already know I’ll be helping her bring Popov to his knees.
CHAPTER31
Iwake up with Roxanne still asleep, her head on my chest, tucked under my left arm. This I could get used to. I want to get used to this.
