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I’m used to one-night stands and quickies, things where both parties know that there is nothing to look forward to in the morning except a swift goodbye and maybe one last kiss to tide us both over until next time. If there is a next time. I usually keep repeats to a minimum and bolt before there are feelings.
Isabella is dangerous. She isn’t the kind to drop to my feet and beg me to touch her.
Correction: she is exactly the type, one I’d love to see beg me for more, but she won’t be content with only one night. She will want everything, and I have no capacity to give it to her.
Keeping my fucking distance is the most logical option, and I haven’t needed Carter to remind me of this.
I tap my fingers on the top of my knee and glance back out at the closed front door to the Balestra house.
It goes beyond her looks. Last night, I let my control slip. I let her suck me off in the filthy bathroom and took my pleasure from her pussy, drinking in her scent and her taste. I slipped, yeah, and now I’m not sure if the tradeoff is worth it because I’m going out of my mind with worry.
“Sir?”
The driver asks the question when I bolt out of the car.
“Wait here for me,” I call back.
Weak and watery sunlight filters through a few clouds, the wind taking on a chill in a precursor to autumn. The leaves remain on the trees but it won’t be for much longer. Soon, the wind off the lake will cut to the bone and whip every last tree naked.
But at least I can breathe out here. Things don’t seem nearly as bad outside of the car.
My men stay with the parked car.
With the compound secure, I’m free to go wherever I please. Back to walking with my feet cramped in the dress shoes I wore for last night’s extracurricular activities. I need a shower, an orgasm, and a gallon of coffee.
In whatever order they come.
I rake my tongue over my teeth, dark glasses hiding my eyes from the worst of the glare overhead. One lap around the house does nothing. I take a second lap until sweat pools under my arms and gathers at the small of my back.
More walking because nothing else quiets those circular thoughts. The ones nipping at my insides on repeat, like a never-ending punch.
It felt so good to finally taste Isabella the way I’ve always wanted to. Sliding my tongue into her tight little channel almost had me coming in my pants.
Time for me to wake the hell up and get control of myself.
She can’t be mine no matter how badly I want to fuck her until she comes apart. Then put her back together again and fuck her again.
I want her in a way I’ve never wanted to protect another woman in my life besides my mother. And she’s blood. She gave me life. Nothing means more to me than my family.
Letting anyone get too close in this line of business is a danger.
Carter stayed single until his forties.
No one expects me to do the same, but they certainly do want me to stay away from Isabella. Rightfully so.
A door slams, the one leading to the rear sunroom and patio beyond, and half a second later, the devil herself rounds the corner with her face flushed and her hands clenched at her sides. Not seeing me, she tips her head back to scream at the sky. It’s a primal sort of thing that gets my cock twitching just hearing it.
She’d make the same sounds with me inside her. I know it.
Right now, she’s pissed the hell off, and she lacks the ability to keep it from showing on her face.
Maybe I should have gone in with her to make sure she actually told her family the news instead of picking and choosing what truths to bring to light. The thought goes out of my head the longer I watch her. She shivers, her hands clenched to the point where her knuckles have gone white.
What wouldn’t I do to protect her?
I’m in the exact same boat as Edward Balestra. Isabella is a gem in need of constant surveillance.
This time, she’s gone too far in her rebellion and brought blood and violence right to our combined doorsteps.
