Chapter 7 #4
I slam my eyes closed. When I rub myself against my protector the spark of electricity makes me moan with need.
It’s wrong.
It’s twisted as fuck.
And I could not be any wetter.
He moves the edge of my shirt up and looks down at my exposed pussy. I dig my nails into the hard muscles of his chest, wishing I could rip his shirt off so I could have his flesh under my touch.
He murmurs something in Russian I don’t understand but I have a feeling his words are of awe and lust.
Rowan drags his finger through my drenched slit. The man takes his wet finger and I watch him lick it clean.
“I’ve wondered how sweet you would taste for a long time, malyshka.”
I shudder in a deep breath. “You have?” I ask shakily.
“Fucking sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted.”
“Let’s see if you agree.”
He drags his finger through my slit again, earning him a gasp and shudder in return.
“So responsive,” he murmurs. “Open, malyshka. Open for me and taste how sweet you are.” I do as he softly commands.
“Mm,” I moan around his finger between my lips.
“Suck it clean.”
His voice is low and raspy.
I do.
“Good girl.”
I shimmy my hips and fuck that feels so damn good. I cry out, the wind carrying my gasp of pleasure away. But Rowan isn’t having that. He leans in and eats my cries of pleasure as I dry hump him.
“Rowan,” I whisper, asking for this to go further without saying the words.
“Come here,” he urges, and I love the feel of his hand cupping the back of my head as he pulls me in for a kiss. His hard length caresses my throbbing clit and I know I’ve soaked his slacks through. I break away, gasping for air, but stay close enough that our lips are barely separated.
I buck wildly at the jolt of electricity pinging through me. I rock my hips against his hard cock and immediately gasp as his hot shaft teases me closer to an orgasm.
My heart runs at top speed unchecked.
Bright blue locks on violet and it’s instant freaking sparks.
Nothing can ruin this moment. It's just him and me. For how long I don’t know and I plan on using every second to live life to the fullest. I can worry about reality later. This right here is happening.
“Rowan, I need to feel. Show me. Let me feel the promises I see in your gaze. Teach me fire and passion. Let me experience pleasure at the hand of a man who cares.” And I know he does. The evidence is in his gentleness.
“Please,” I beg softly. My whole body trembles, melts with anticipation, sending my heart into a fluttering race.
“Say it again,” Rowan husks, gripping my ass and holding me closer still.
I move my lips to do as he commands, but before I can get the words out his cell phone rings, cutting the heat of the moment in two.
He groans and presses his forehead against mine as the shrill of the interruption continues.
Rowan’s grip loosens and I know this is the end. “It’s okay,” I offer quietly.
I slide down his body and want to cry at the loss of his heat mixed with mine. Torture crosses over his handsome expression. When I go to step away and excuse myself, his fingers lace through mine.
“Don’t go.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and flicks the answer button, clearly irritated.
Holding me in place, he grunts, “What?”
Silence.
From one heartbeat to the next his energy shifts from lover to all mafia man.
“Where?”
More silence as he listens to whatever is being told to him. From the grim look on his face, I’m going to venture today trouble is inbound. Fears from last night and my harsh reality creep into my mind and take root, pushing out the heat of our shared moment.
I go to pull my hand away, but Rowan isn’t having it. He pulls me into him and wraps a comforting arm around me, holding my softer body to him.
A few seconds later he ends the call and we stand there in each other’s arms for a few moments before he speaks.
“There’s another body. This time close to my brother’s home.”
I gasp and lean back. “Is he okay?” I don’t need to know the man to worry about him.
“He’s fine. Thank you for that.”
I step out of Rowan’s arms and this time he lets me.
“Was it your son? That’s a terrible thing to ask, but…” I let the rest of my words fall away.
“That is my guess.” That same haunting pain from a few moments ago drifts over his face.
The blood drains from my face and my knees wobble. Rowan steps forward and reaches for me, placing a steadying hand on my elbow.
“What is it? What is wrong?”
“He’s sending a message. He’s telling you he knows where you are.”
Rowan inhales slowly and then says the one thing I need to hear.
“No one knows of this place. Trust me. No one.”
Until he proves otherwise, I have to trust him. I have no one else.
I look back at the garden. The dead stems. The dry soil. The stubborn weed that still clings to life at the base of the nearest raised bed.
My palms come to rest on his chest and I feel every inhale of breath. "I know you need to go. I know you’ve risked a lot to help me. I’m so sorry for the pain this is all causing you. Let me help."
“No. You can not put yourself at risk.” There’s a finality to his tone like he cares if I live or die beyond just granting my wish. I don’t know what to do with that information so I tuck it away with the rest of my mental notes to look at later.
“You misunderstand. Let me bring some color back into your dark world, Rowan. Let me give back to you the only way I know how.”
He considers me for a long moment. “What do you mean?”
“Let me worry about that.” I reach for the bag he dropped to the floor.
“Go. I'm going to change.” I stop at the door that leads back into the kitchen. I angle a look over my shoulder to find his gaze tracking my every move with no apology.
I hold up the bag. “By the way, did you grab panties by any stroke of luck?"
His chuckle lingers as he moves to the elevator and leaves me to the darkness of his underworld.
I know what is coming, and I have no idea if I'll survive being locked underground with a man whose presence makes my body wish for the forbidden. The threat to my life is real. But so is the heat curling low in my belly every time those pale eyes find mine.