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  “No. But you be careful too. No, don’t bullshit me anymore, just be careful with Quinn.”

  He brushes past me for the door.

  “Gray.”

  He pauses, glancing back at me with the same look on his face that I know is on mine. That looks that says “there’s a girl out there who’s mine, and I’m going to move heaven and hell to keep her safe.”

  “Be careful, Gray.”

  “You too.”

  He storms out of the office, and I’m about to follow when my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s Quinn.

  Gino just left for Reno for the night.

  See, being careful is just one of those things I have a hard time with. But then, so is keeping away from her. And right now, I’m pretty damn sure I’m not going to be able to do either of them.

  Chapter 13

  Roman

  “Hi.”

  She breathes it, her cheeks pink as she smiles up at me, standing in the doorway to her house. She’s answered the door in sweatpants and a t-shirt, and fuck if it doesn’t get me hard. This girl could greet me dressed in a spacesuit and I’d still want to tear it off and fuck her brains out.

  “I—” She blushes, raking her teeth over her lip. “I wasn’t sure if it was you, or else I’d have answered wearing something a little more—”

  “It’s perfect,” I groan, moving into her, hearing her gasp as my hands slide around her waist and push her into the house. I kick the door shut behind me, and then it’s just the two of us, standing pressed against each other in the dim light of the foyer.

  “Yeah, real sexy, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  I take her hand and slide it across the front of my jeans. She gasps at my erection, biting her lip again.

  “Wow, you must really like me, huh?”

  I know the sarcasm is her armor. I know this is a girl who’s been bruised and battered by life — who’s gotten the shit end of the stick one too many times. And this is how she protects herself. The sass, the sarcasm, the wit.

  But she doesn’t need that with me. Not even a little.

  “Yeah, I do,” I growl, my arms snaking around her waist and yanking her close as my lips brush hers. “I really do.”

  Quinn gasps quietly, and when my lips press to hers, she moans into me. I pick her up, scooping her into my arms as my hands slide down to cup her sweet little ass. She rocks her hips into me, kissing me fiercely, and hungrily as I groan into her mouth.

  “I really like you a lot too, you know,” she whispers quietly, gasping as I kiss her again, hard.

  I move towards the stairs, taking each one slowly, climbing step by step as I kiss her and hold her against me.

  “Was everything okay? With your friend Gray, I mean?” She pulls a way, a worried look on her face.

  “He says I should be careful around you.”

  “You should,” she says softly.

  “Didn’t I tell you?” I kiss her fiercely as I take the last step up and start to make my way down the hall towards the soft light of her room. “I’m pretty fucking bad at playing by the rules, sweetheart.”

  “You probably shouldn’t be here,” she whispers.

  “And I probably shouldn’t be grabbing your ass and carrying you into your bedroom with every intention of fucking you until you come for me.”

  She whimpers, her breath hot against my lips.

  “And you probably shouldn’t be talking so dirty to me.”

  “Well, you probably shouldn’t be grinding that sweet, hot, wet little pussy against me like that.”

  Quinn moans as I step into her huge bedroom and kick the door shut behind us.

  “Guess this means you also shouldn’t kiss me.”

  “Or throw you down on this bed, rip these clothes off, and run my tongue over every inch of you.”

  “Definitely not,” she pants, her green eyes locked with mine and the fire in them blazing across the millimeters between us.

  “Oops.”

  The word barely growls from my lips before I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her with every single piece of my soul. Quinn moans into me, her soft lips parting for my tongue and her body undulating against mine as I claim that mouth of hers. My hands tighten on her sweet little peach of an ass; hers slide up the back of my neck into my hair, yanking me against her mouth.

  I move onto the big four-post bed, laying her out across it before standing and ripping my t-shirt off. I move over her, and she starts to move to grab her own shirt, but I stop her.

  No. We’ve had it fast, and raw, and frantic before.

  …Tonight, I’m taking my damn time with her. Tonight, I’m unwrapping her like a fucking present. Tonight, she’s going to remember the feel of my hands, and my mouth, and my thick cock over every single inch of her skin.

  I push her hands away and lower my mouth down to her stomach. My own hands tease the t-shirt higher, pushing it up and exposing her soft skin to my hungry eyes. My lips brush her navel, and she gasps as her belly caved under my touch. I kiss her skin, dancing my tongue over her too as I start to move higher. Fingers push her shirt higher and higher with my lips following, leaving slow kisses up every single rib.

  Quinn moans softly, arching her back, and when I slip the cotton shirt over her achingly hard nipples, I feel my cock throb between my thighs, leaking precum into my boxers. My mouth finds more skin I haven’t tasted yet, and I kiss my way higher up the soft slope of her breast. I find one nipple first, my lips wrapping around it and my tongue swirling across the achingly hard little bud as she moans in pleasure. I move to the other, my hands pushing her t-shirt up over her head and tugging it free of her arms. And then slowly, I move lower again.

  My lips trail back down her body, making her writhe and moan under me as my mouth gets closer and closer to my prize. I run my tongue over the skin just under the waist of her sweatpants, and I keep it there as my hands start to tug them lower.

  And lower.

  And lower.

  I groan as her bare, pink, dripping wet little pussy is exposed to me, making my cock ache with need to plunge inside of her and feel her moaning for more. But first, I’m going to taste what’s mine. No one else’s. Mine. First, I’m going to make this pretty pussy come all over my fucking tongue.

  “No panties,” I growl.

  “I— I wasn’t sure it was you at the door, but…”

  “But you were hoping it was.”

  I drag my eyes up her body until they’re locked with hers, and when she nods, panting, I smile wickedly.

  “Hoping it was me so I’d take you up here, pull your clothes off, and find this naughty little pussy without any panties on?”

  “Yes,” she gasps, her back arching as I blow a small stream of air over her slick lips.

  “And I bet you were just dying for me to run my tongue over this pretty little pussy, and tease your clit until you came for me, weren’t you?”

  “I— oh fuck, YES!” She moans loudly, mewling little cries of frustration falling from her lips.

  “You want to be my little fuck toy?” I growl, knowing exactly what she wants to hear.

  “Fuck!” she cries out, panting and nodding her head eagerly. “Yes…”

  “You want to be my naughty girl, spreading your legs for me while I make this little cunt come all over my tongue?”

  She can’t even talk, she just moans so deeply, gasping for air.

  “You want to be mine?”

  “Always,” she whimpers.

  “Good girl.”

  My tongue drags through her eager pussy lips, parting them as it slides up her seam. Quinn cries out, her hips bucking up against my mouth. But my hands slide down her body and tease over her thighs, pushing them wide apart for me and opening her tight little pussy up for me to taste. I groan as I push my tongue deep, slowly fucking her with it and tasting her sweetness as it floods across my tongue. My hands tighten on her thighs, and my tongue swirls over her opening as she starts to melt for me.

  I
drag my tongue higher, until my lips find her hard little clit. I wrap them around it, sucking as my tongue starts to dance over her aching bud. She cries out, her slick, sweet juices coating my tongue as I start to make her go crazy. My tongue swirls circles around her clit as I gently suck it, making her gasps come faster and faster, her back arching towards the ceiling.

  I move back to her opening, pushing my tongue in and out before I slide even further down. I swirl it across her asshole, and when she whimpers in pleasure, I growl deeply as I start to tongue her tight little ass.

  “Fuck, Roman—!”

  My tongue drags back to her clit, and now, I’m done teasing her. Now, all I want to do is taste that sweet cum of hers on my tongue. I suck her clit between my teeth, my tongue swirling over it again and again as I start to groan into her perfect little pussy. I know she’s close, and so I go even harder, my tongue batting her achingly hard clit until her whole body starts to tremble for me.

  “Oh fuck, Roman, I’m—”

  “Going to come for me,” I growl into her pussy. “And you’re gonna fuckin’ come for me right now, angel.”

  My tongue flicks across her clit, and suddenly, she explodes for me. She cries out, her entire body shaking in pleasure as her slickness coats my tongue. I growl, my hands keeping her thighs from tightening up on me as I tease her right through her orgasm, until she’s panting and gasping for air.

  …And I’ve only just begun.

  I slide back up, shoving my jeans and my boxers down and kicking them away. My rock-hard cock springs free and drags across her thigh as I move higher, leaving a glistening trail of my precum across her skin. Marking her, like I’m about to mark her so deeply. Quinn’s legs spread for me, and I move over her until I’m looking down into her eyes.

  “You were never his,” I growl quietly, holding her gaze.

  “That’s funny,” she whispers.

  “What’s that?”

  “I was just about to say I’m always yours.”

  My lips sear to hers, her moans drowning in my kiss as I push her legs wide. I roll my hips, letting my thick, swollen head tease up across her dripping wet pussy. She moans as it drags over her clit, and my cock throbs, dripping precum all over her and making her sticky and slick with me. I nudge the head lower, easing it between her lips and feeling myself start to push inside her tight, perfect little cunt.

  I push deeper — eye-to-eye, breath-to-breath, and skin-to-skin. She cries out as my thickness slides inside, and I groan as I feel her soft wet lips clinging to my thick girth. I slide out and then drive back in, making her groan deeply. I rock my hips again, teasing my cock out of her before pumping it back in to the hilt, my balls slapping against her ass. Her moans of pleasure filling the room as I move faster, and deeper.

  Fucking her.

  Taking her.

  Claiming her, now and for always.

  I start to move faster, and when I pull back, I push her legs up over my shoulder before I drive back in even deeper.

  “Oh God, right there!”

  Her hands fall against my chest, her nails raking down my skin as I start to plunge my thick, swollen, big cock in and out of her eager pussy again and again. I grab her hands, our fingers tangling together as I push her arms back, pinning her to the bed. I start to lose control, my lips crashing into hers and my cock harder than it’s ever been as I just start to fuck her. It’s hard, and it’s rough, and when I feel her tight, velvety soft cunt pulling me back in, and squeezing me so tightly, I only want to fuck her even harder.

  It’s a need to claim her completely. A need to dominate her, and mark her, and make sure the whole fucking world knows she’s mine. She screams in pleasure, thrusting her hips to meet me and taking every inch of my big cock to the hilt on every thrust. I can feel my balls start to tingle as they fill with cum for her, my cock swelling up even bigger in her tight little cunt.

  There’s no warning when suddenly both of us just crash together hard, and I can’t hold back anymore. Our lips sear together, and her screams of pleasure thunder through my head as I feel her pussy grip my cock so tightly. I drive in to the hilt as I feel her start to come for me, her whole body trembling and her tongue hungrily swirling with mine as her pussy just clamps down on my cock and starts to milk my shaft.

  That does it. My thickness plunges deep inside, and I’m not even aware I’m roaring until our lips crush together again. Thick, hot, powerful jets of my cum pulse deep inside of her, my balls and my cock throbbing as I empty every drop deep against her womb.

  We collapse together, panting, kissing, our bodies entwined as she collapses across my chest.

  “I thought I was trouble,” she says quietly, grinning into my skin.

  “You are.”

  She giggles, swatting at me before I pull her lips to mine and kiss her slowly.

  “You’re just worth it.”

  I’m still kissing her when my phone suddenly lights up from the floor by my clothes. Yeah, fuck that right now. I kiss her again before she pulls away, biting her lip.

  “If it’s a work thing…”

  I know she means “if it’s a Gino thing,” but neither of us want to say that out loud.

  “There are easier ways of kicking me out of bed after using me like that, you know.”

  She rolls her eyes, throwing a pillow at me as I grin and hop out of bed. The phone buzzes again, and I grumble as I reach down and answer it before I even see who it is.

  “Yeah?”

  “Roman.”

  Instantly, the grin falls from my face at the sound of Gray’s voice — measured, and even, but I know something’s wrong the second I hear his tone.

  “I— I think I need your help.”

  Fuck.

  Chapter 14

  Roman

  The trunk to the beater car clanks shut with a rusty whine on the suitcase inside — the one that currently contains the body of Joey Luco.

  Being right fucking sucks sometimes.

  I’d told Gray to be careful. I’d warned him that this girl Zoe he was all into was going to come with some trouble at her heels, since she was working for Joey. But I’d warned a little too late. Again, I know Joey Luco — well, knew Joey — and I knew he wasn’t going to take it lightly that Gray was taking one of “his girls” away from him. And turns out I was completely right.

  Gray had left that office and gone directly home to his condo above the strip, and walked right into Joey fucking waiting for him with a gun to Zoe’s head. Except, all Joey saw in Gray was a mob lawyer. What he should have seen was a fuckin’ Marine with years of battle experience and nerves of steel. Long story short, Gray was faster, and he put Joey down like the piece of shit he was.

  Hoorah, motherfucker.

  But, shooting a man who was threatening the girl he loves is one thing. Figuring out what the fuck you do after that is another thing. Actually, that’s my thing, which is why he called. And another hour later, here we are: me taking out the trash, because that’s what I do for friends like Gray.

  But just the same, I’m in way too deep at this point. Sleeping with, and completely falling for Quinn is bad enough. But now I’m disposing of the body of Nico Moretti’s right hand man. Well, who was Nico’s right hand man. Joey might’ve been a piece of shit, but he ranked pretty high up in the family Gino runs. His disappearance isn’t exactly going to go unnoticed.

  “Thanks, man.”

  Gray’s voice is still even-toned and calm on the outside, but I can tell he’s doing everything he can to hold his shit together. And I know it’s not about him, it’s about the girl, Zoe. He’s holding it together because he’s painfully aware of how close he just came to losing something good. Fuck, I try to imagine walking into my place and finding a shitbag like Joey holding a gun to Quinn’s head. I’d have killed the asshole too.

  “You don’t have to thank me, man.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  I grin. “I’ll call you when it’s done.”

  It
being, me driving the throwaway car and the body out to Ryker’s garage and putting it through the compactor out back.

  “Look, keep cool, stay oblivious, and just act naturally.” I nod back at his condo. “She gonna be alright?”

  He nods. “Yeah, she is. She’s a little shook up, but she’s going to be okay. She’s strong,” he say quietly. “Real fucking strong.”

  “Good. You could use one of those. Listen, I got this, and you’re going to be okay with all this shit. Just act normal.”

  “So, just continue being the retained council for the biggest crime family in Las Vegas while one of my friends drives a body in a suitcase to a trash compactor and the other one shoots a fucking porn movie?”

  “Exactly.” I grin, shaking my head as I turn to leave. “Stay well, man. And hang on to that girl.”

  “I plan on it. Hey, Roman?”

  I glance back at my friend.

  “You hang onto your girl too.”

  “Gray—”

  “Don’t go getting yourself shot, but for what it’s worth, you deserve her.” His brow darkens. “More than that piece of shit ever did.”

  “I’d like to think so.”

  “Just be careful.”

  I grin. “Hey, always.”

  I call Quinn when I’m back in the car.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey!”

  I grin at the excited way she answers, picturing that smile of hers that just kills me — those sharp green eyes twinkling.

  “Everything okay with Gray?”

  She only knew that I had to go deal with something. She doesn’t know the specifics.

  “He’s good, yeah.”

  “You, uh…” I can almost hear her grinning through the phone. “You coming back over?”

  I want to, more than anything, but the throwaway car I’m driving and the body in the suitcase in the back says otherwise.

  “I actually have to head out of the city to do something.”

  “Oh.”

  I can hear the disappointment in her voice, and I clear my throat.

  “Actually, you free?”