Chapter 13
Jaxon
Anna.
The lyric of the two syllables rolled off my tongue much like the taste of her pussy had the night before. What were the odds of seeing her three additional times?
Zero.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been attacked, tackled, yelled at, and accused of being a thief by anyone.
I’d dealt with a number of criminals who’d believed themselves highly skilled and easily able to outmaneuver members of the Prince family. They’d tried and failed. While some had been arrogant pricks, none were so defiant and sure of themselves as the Italian brunette with a perfect aim.
My vision was still a little foggy, but the hard blow on the head hadn’t destroyed the attraction I felt to the mysterious woman.
At least now I knew her name.
My head wasn’t the only ache occurring in my body. I’d been fully aroused from almost minute one. Even while blood was dripping into my eyes, I’d thoroughly enjoyed the rough play. With her long and very strong legs, she’d reminded me more of a wrestler than a tiny woman.
Fuck. My cock was still hard even now, the hunger off the charts.
I slipped my fingers under my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy.
Her being in the house was just an irritation, but potentially a deadly one.
Touching her had been completely, ridiculously wrong yet had felt so damn right.
Now all I could think about was making good on the promise I’d made.
The primal side of me, something that almost every man had buried beneath layers of education and forced denial, wanted to possess her.
I’d had to fight the all-consuming need to fuck her like some wild animal.
When had I been so close to losing control with a woman before? I honest to God couldn’t remember.
Sure, I was a man with needs. I fulfilled them from time to time, but with women eager and willing to do my bidding.
Not with angry, murderous chicks with enough upper body strength to do serious damage.
Who the hell was this girl and why was my libido acting like I was seventeen years old all over again?
Only in discovering a partial identity, I’d been made aware she was supposed to be here in this house. At least according to Emmeline.
Who wasn’t happy to see us both together. At least certainly not in the condition we were in. Me with blood all over my face and Anna wearing nothing more than a towel.
“I came here to fix the toilet like you asked, Emme,” I answered. “What I discovered troubled me.”
And as luck would have it, Anna answered at the same time. “And I had the opportunity to come earlier than I told you. I’d just taken a shower and a nap when this… man appeared in the bathroom. I thought he was a thief. At first.”
Emmeline rubbed her eyes. “Uh-huh. All plausible except it’s obvious you two know each other. I take it from last night’s event. Madame Novikov was far too eager to see you there. What the hell was I thinking?”
“What does that mean?” I threw out.
“Nothing,” my sister hissed.
Anna groaned and I shook my head.
“She’s an interloper, Emmeline. There are issues with her presence that you and I need to talk about,” I added. “Alone.”
“Issues? You’re an asshole. I wish I’d known that last night,” Anna threw out. “I think he was stalking me.”
With her eyes wide open, Emme shook her head while glancing away, mumbling under her breath.
“I’m glad you’re here, Anna, and my brother doesn’t stalk.
He bulldozes. Ignore him. Sadly, he’s not an intruder, which right now I would have preferred.
Why don’t you join us downstairs when you’ve finished dressing.
I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.
Maybe two. You,” she hissed in my direction. “Come with me.”
With that, my sister spun on her heel and walked out, tromping down the stairs with purpose and aggravation in every step.
Exhaling, I pressed my hand on my head, surprised the girl hadn’t knocked me out cold.
The awkward silence between us was surprising given the garbage we’d both spewed only minutes before.
“I’m sorry I hit you, but you’re way off base. I’m not trying to hurt, defame, destroy, or incriminate you,” she said quietly. While her voice was soft, there was no misunderstanding her tone. She wasn’t but so apologetic about attempting to kill me. “I’m just hoping for a new life.”
Incriminate. What an interesting choice of a word for her to use. And a new life. That screamed of hiding her old one. And of running.
I’d had several men in my life attempt to knock me out cold and they’d learned the hard way an attempt to incapacitate me wasn’t in their best interest.
“Uh-huh. That remains to be seen.” The awkwardness was a situation I wasn’t used to. I almost felt guilty for my reactions. Almost. “However, I didn’t mean to terrify you.”
“You did.”
Exhaling, I pulled my hand free. Spots of blood appeared on my fingertips. Great. One truth remained easy to see. She’d seen too much. Now what in the hell was I going to do about it?
“Jaxon!” Emmeline yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “Now.”
Anna was amused, her eyes flashing. I was still aroused, almost embarrassed at my body’s reaction to her. After all, she was a problem I couldn’t just will away. Her being my sister’s friend, added multiple complications. I had a feeling that any time I was in her presence, danger would follow.
I allowed my gaze to linger on Anna’s voluptuous body a little too long. Long enough I could sense the woman was about to tell me off.
Which at this point, she had every right for doing so. I’d spanked her. I had no idea what had gotten into me.
Christ, my head ached like a son of a bitch.
“Are you going to tell me who you are?” I tried again only to receive the same anger-filled glare since she’d smacked me upside the head.
“Are you going to fetch a new personality, Mr. Jaxon Prince?”
Oh, the girl was tough.
“You know Emmeline?”
She narrowed her eyes, tugging the towel, daring me to undress her with my eyes. The girl had no idea that it was no longer necessary. The image of her naked body had been firmly imbedded into my mind.
From her breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands to the blushing shade of pink of her areoles. The woman had the most perfect rounded hips and legs meant to wrap around me when I fucked her.
The single taste of having them straddling me had been incredible.
“Of course I know Emmeline or I wouldn’t be here. Didn’t you listen to her? What do you think? That I’m forcing your sister to say we know each other? Are you really her brother or just some vagrant she’s been kind enough to provide assistance?”
“Yeah, I’m her brother. One of four. And lady, I don’t trust you. As I said. In my world, there are no such things as coincidences. You will answer my questions.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
There was no doubt about it. I’d never met anyone as frustrating as she was. Never. Not in all my years. She could push buttons like no other woman.
I was glad I’d given her a spanking. She deserved one every day for her caustic mouth.
With my cock still twitching, I headed for the door, more annoyed than I’d been in a long time.
While it was obvious my sister knew the woman, that didn’t dispel my concern given Anna’s nationality.
To have Sergio Russo’s name suddenly leap out of the woodwork only to have one hot Italian girl bump into me, a woman who happened to be right around Sergio’s age, didn’t seem possible in my world.
Whatever the case, I certainly wasn’t going to gather information from the feisty girl since it was obvious she hated me.
Emmeline was in the kitchen. She’d already turned on the satellite radio, likely to drown out the conversation we would soon engage in.
To everyone else, my sister was the sweetest representation of our family, kind to everyone.
Always giving to charities. Always cooing over rescue animals. Always offering to help anyone in need.
Few people, including members of her own family had seen her cunning as much as I had. Perhaps because we were closer in age. When she’d been younger, she’d come to me with her problems, including bullies in school that needed a reason to back off.
Which I’d happily provided.
I’d listened to her dreams, her desire to leave New Orleans in search of her own life even though our father would never have allowed it.
While our closeness remained, what she’d lost in naiveté while growing into a woman, she’d gained composure and the same sharp tongue both my mother and grandmother were famous for.
The conversation would be pointed with nothing held back.
Thankfully, she’d pulled out a bottle of bourbon and a glass alongside her favorite merlot. She’d already poured herself a glass and was taking sip after sip, her frustration obvious.
She noticed I was stroking my forehead and groaned, placing her glass on the kitchen island.
After grabbing a kitchen towel from a drawer, she turned on the faucet.
“You should probably go to the med center or the hospital, but I know you’re hardheaded as fuck.
You’ll keep going. You could be half dead and you won’t take care of yourself. ”
“You know how I feel about hospitals and doctors.”
Emmeline tossed the towel at me with enough oomph I almost dropped the cloth. “Yeah, well, it’ll be your death one day. So be it.”
“Why are you so angry with me?” I pressed the cloth against my head, gently rubbing the gash. When I pulled the towel away, I grimaced. The wild girl had certainly used the statue to her advantage.
“Why? Are you kidding me? You all but attacked my houseguest. I should have known better after what you said earlier. I should have warned her about you. You were frothing at the mouth earlier today to try and find out who she was. So you just had to know.”
“I have my reasons.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
Her accusation caught me off guard. “This time I get to say it’s none of your business.”