She’s mine. The phrase echoes as I thrust into her deeper and harder than before, my need to claim her taking over any sense of decency I once possessed.
This is downright savage fucking, my grunts of pleasure echoing in tandem with hers.
She seems to be on the same page because she claws at my back, lifting her hips into every push as the need to become one only gets stronger.
"Yes. Please. Don't. Stop." Her words coming out staccato with every thrust I give.
"Oh, trust me. I have no intention of stopping." Bringing one hand down to her core, I rub her clit, enjoying the little gasp it elicits.
She squeezes around me, letting out a primal cry, signaling her release and my permission to let go.
Her back arches and pussy clenches, squeezing out the last bit of self-control I had left. With each pulse of my cock, she grips me, milking every last drop I have to give and taking my soul right along with it.
This is the moment. When the world is a blur, and my body is tingling in that afterglow of release that only this woman can bring, when I know…
I’m truly fucked.
I’m still shaking in Hudson’s arms, coming down from the highest of highs I’ve ever experienced when there’s a tap on my window.
“Ma’am. It’s the towing service you called.” A burley voice calls from outside the truck, and I don my best impression of an ostrich, burying my face into Hudson’s chest.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
How could I forget the tow company! Taking in a deep breath, I smell Hudson’s signature scent and I remember. Ah, yes. I was lost in my dream man, letting him take me for the first and only time.
“No problem, ma’am. You take your time.” His southern drawl coming out strong as he chuckles.
Hudson kisses my forehead and smirks. “Think he heard us?”
Smacking his chest, I shove at him. “I’m mortified!” I whisper hiss, not wanting tow truck guy to hear any more than he already has.
“Don’t be. It’s perfectly natural what we just did.” I snort, thinking there was nothing natural about what just happened. It was otherworldly. Mind blowing. Something beyond my wildest dreams. He shakes his head but doesn’t respond to my obvious disagreement, “Don’t worry, little red. I’ll step outside and handle the tow. I’ll have one of my guys take your truck wherever you’re going and we can go for a bite to eat. Then maybe later, you’ll indulge me in seconds.”
My heart cracks, knowing it’s time I let him go. There’s no way I can risk him finding out who I am just yet. And that’s exactly what will happen if he steps outside and talks to our one-man audience.
Placing my hands on his masculine jaw, I pull him to me, giving him one last lingering kiss. He complies, letting me say all the things I can’t with this one last gift of affection.
Pulling away I see confusion riddling his face, “Why does this feel like goodbye?”
“Because it is.” I roll from under him, finding my shorts and sliding them on before turning to him. “There can’t be more. Even if I wanted there to be.”
“Bullshit.” He pulls off his dress shirt and places it around my shoulders, covering up my exposed flesh as he fastens each button. “This isn’t over, little red. If you need time, I get that, but this is long from settled.” He grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger, pressing a hard and fast kiss to my lips. “You are mine and I am yours. Nothing will change that.”
Those are his parting words as he slides out of my blazer, without so much as a backward glance.
I laugh sardonically at how I know things will change once I knock on his door and he sees who I really am. The one bitter truth that changes everything.
She’s sorely mistaken if she thinks we are through. Quickly snapping a picture of her plates, I store the image for my recon later. I’m one of the founding partners at WRATH Securities. Pulling up her info will be a breeze.
I shake my head as I pass by the tow truck; the driver sitting behind the wheel and smirking at me as if he was in on an inside joke.
Rolling my eyes, I give him a salute as I slide into my convertible, groaning at the fact that Little Red has to deal with him all on her own. I let out a breath, reminding myself that she’s a big girl and I can’t control her—not if I want to keep her. And man, do I want to keep her.
My mind runs through all the scenarios that could prevent us from being together, not landing on a single one that justifies the fucking torture.
Even if she’s engaged and promised to another, surely the bastard could understand that what he has with her could never compare to what we just felt.
What was it? Not love at first sight. I don’t believe in that shit. It’s not real… is it?
This entire experience has turned my world upside down, having me question long-held beliefs and wondering what the hell I’d been doing my whole life.
Shit. Could it be her age? I didn’t even ask. Thinking back to the grey in my stubble, she probably thinks she can’t be with someone when she’s not even drinking age. And my dumb ass was inviting her out for drinks. Fuck it. Even if she’s under twenty-one, I could wait. I would definitely wait. She’s more than worth it.
Pulling into my drive, I look out into the setting sun, glistening vibrant colors of orange as it dances across White Rock lake.
Alyssa will be home soon, and I need to get Rosa to set up her room. Good thing I live next to Ren and Cassie. If the little brat needs anything and I’m out with Little Red, she can just walk on over and bother them for a change.
“Sir, you’re home early.” Rosa smiles wide, welcoming me home to an otherwise empty pad.
I don’t trust anyone on my property, other than those in my inner circle. Running the financials for WRATH Securities means I handle a lot of sensitive information from a lot of delicate to manage clients. I shudder, remembering a scene from my last visit with Nico ‘the cold’ Renzetti. I was in Mexico setting up their family finances as a favor when a cartel head dropped by unannounced.
Let’s just say they don’t call him ‘the cold’ for nothing.
“Yes, Rosa. I have to prepare for my little sister who will be staying with us.”
She looks at me with a questioning stare. “You mean Miss Alyssa?”
“That’s the one and only. My little sister.” I try not to groan that last bit because I really am happy at having family stay with me, it’s just I wasn’t expecting to care for a teenager. They can be a handful.
I know I was.
“Very well. Should I prepare the mother-in-law suite out back? It should give her enough privacy.” She smiles as if she’s thought of the perfect spot to place her. Unfortunately for Alyssa, I remember all too well what it was like being seventeen and I don’t trust her with all that privacy.
“No. Please put her in the guest room across from me. I want to make sure she isn’t sneaking boys in and getting pregnant under my watch.”
God. The last thing I need is Dad blaming me for getting his little princess pregnant before she turns eighteen.
“Yes.” She smirks, knowing what I’m thinking and probably agreeing it’s for the best. She should know. She’s a mother to two full grown women. I’ve met them twice and they are great people. Salt of the earth.
The thought makes me happy, knowing Alyssa will have someone here watching over her who’s good for her morally. Lord knows I’m lacking in that department.
Leaving Rosa to it, I walk back to my office when I see the flashing of lights across the wall.
Looking out the window, I see a cab pull up to the drive. That must be Alyssa now. I’m glad I got home in time to greet her. Especially since her room isn’t even ready yet.
Walking back toward the entrance, I hear the closing of a car door. I’m mentally preparing myself to put on my ‘host hat’ when I pull open the wide double doors leading to the circular drive, only to freeze at the image before me.
Little Red? How did she find me? I’m the security expert here. Wa
tching her round the cab, I see her pull out a piece of luggage from the trunk and my stomach drops.
Fuck me.
This is the reason. The whole fucking reason she told me we couldn’t be more.
I feel my soul leave my body, all energy draining through me and leaving me an empty numb shell.
This is it. There’s nothing more to be said.
She was right. We could never be. This could never be.
What we did was an atrocity. Something that should’ve never happened.
Fire builds within me at the thought. Igniting and burning harder with each step she takes toward my home.
Her cowering posture says it all. She fucking knew. She knew who I was and let our transgression happen. How could she?
As she takes the final step onto the landing, I open the doors wider, motioning her inside with a sneer. “Welcome home, Little Red.”
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MEN OF WRATH SERIES (forbidden love):
ACTS OF ATONEMENT
age-gap/nanny/single dad
ACTS OF SALVATION
age-gap/best friend’s uncle
ACTS OF REDEMPTION
sister’s ex/age gap/former navy seal
ACTS OF MERCY
age-gap/stepbrother
MAFIA ROMANCE:
OMERTA: A VERY MAFIOSO CHRISTMAS
Mozzafiato, prequel to MAGARI
MAGARI
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