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desire becomes.

I imagine her in a little black french maid uniform, the hem frilly white, with thin tights pulled tautly over her juicy thighs.

She’ll bend over for me with the feather duster, looking over her shoulder with those gorgeous fuck-me copper eyes, sticking her ass out so I can see her bare, soaked pussy through the fabric.

I groan and grab a big handful of cushion, squeezing so tight it’s a miracle I don’t tear pieces of it loose.

Resisting the urge to grab my cock and stroke it, just a few times, while imagining those massive juicy breasts of hers bouncing freely… It’s a goddamn herculean effort.

I close my eyes and see how she appeared at the door, in a gray T-shirt pulled taut across her breasts, with her nipples poking tantalizingly through the fabric. The little minx must’ve known the effect she was having on me, appearing without a bra on, driving me more and more feral each second.

I wanted – I needed – to grab her shoulders and shove her against the wall. Tear her T-shirt over her head and toss it to the floor, freeing those juicy tits, palming them, and squeezing them until her skin was red with my possession.

The thought of her pert nipples in my mouth, the taste of them, the heat of them, drives me insane. I feel like I’m going to explode just thinking about it.

Focus, a voice roars inside of me, my professional hitman voice. Get her home first.

I stand up and pace up and down, my hands firmly behind my back to stop myself from succumbing to this carnal song of need.

I hear Rosie’s mom let out a wavering sob, and Rosie’s voice rises.

“I’m sorry,” she moans. “I don’t know why I got involved. But this is the only way we can stay safe.”

“But why?” her mother cries. “Why would he do this?”

“He says he doesn’t want them to kill a woman,” Rosie says.

“And you believe him?”

There’s a long pause.

My chest tightens, my heartbeat hammering up my throat and through my skull.

This moment will tell me a lot about my queen.

If she says no, it means she doesn’t feel the instant need that has taken possession of me.

If she says yes, then it doesn’t mean she feels it… but it means she might feel it.

“I do,” Rosie says, her voice shaking. “I know how crazy that sounds. But what other choice do we have? If we don’t go with him, Vito will send more of his men, and they won’t hesitate, Mom. They’ll kill us both.”

“Let me speak to him,” she says. “Hey, you, Ryland. Come in here.”

“Mom…”

I move over to the bedroom door, still with my hands behind my back. As I walk over, I take slow, purposeful breaths, intentionally slowing my heartbeat and calming my nerves.

The last thing I need is to be brimming with lust as I meet my woman’s mother—the future grandmother to my children.

I duck under the doorframe, looking around the small bedroom. Like the rest of the apartment, it’s neat, except for the sheets which are crumpled and reek of sweat.

“Come over here,” she says in a frail but firm voice.

I move to the edge of the bed. Rosie glances up at me, biting her lip, and I have to look away before I lose control.

When she bites her lip like that, it makes me think of how she’ll look when I’m plunging my massive cock inside of her, pushing myself deep until she moans that she can’t take anymore, and then push even deeper.

It makes me think of how she’ll cream for me, a whole river of it squirting down my cock as I take what’s rightfully mine.

No, no.

I can’t think like that, not here.

How does she do this to me?

“So you’re our savior, are you?” the woman says, propping up on her elbows with a visible effort.

She’s thin and nearly bald, her scalp covered in tiny pricks of dark-colored hair. Her eyes are bright, though, and full of protectiveness.

Relief strikes me when I see that in her eyes. It’s good that Rosie has somebody who wants to keep her safe as badly as I do.

“I intend to keep you both safe, ma’am,” I say.

“At least you have manners,” she grunts.

“Mom…”

“What?” she snaps. “Am I supposed to pretend that this is normal?”

“I understand that it’s not,” I say. “But your daughter is telling the truth. If you don’t agree to come with me, it won’t end well.”

“Is that a threat?” she hisses.

“Not from me,” I assure her. “But you are being threatened. And the man who’s targeted your daughter doesn’t make threats idly.”

“Hmm,” she sighs.

“What is your name?” I ask.

“Jackie,” she says. “And your name is Ryland. There, we know each other’s names. Are we going to pretend we’re not strangers now?”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, but I can’t help but smirk at the same time.

“What are you grinning at?” she says.

I chuckle. “I admire a feisty lady, ma’am, that’s all,” I say.

She smiles for a moment and then turns her gaze away, staring at her daughter.

“Are you sure this is the only way?”

“Yes,” Rosie says at once, flooding my body with irrepressible heat and belonging. Her certainty bolsters me. “We have to go with Ryland.”

Jackie turns back to me, frowning for a moment.

“Do you have a mother, a father?” she asks.

“I did, once,” I tell her. “But not anymore.”

She sighs. “What do you care for, Ryland? What couldn’t you live without?”

Your daughter, I want to roar, but that would only complicate matters.

My priority right now is getting them to leave with me.

“My dog, Chopper,” I say. “He means the world to me.”

I feel Rosie staring at me, her eyes softening.

She bites her lip again, and even in my peripheral vision, I have to fight hard not to completely lose control.

She has such a beautiful, kissable mouth.

“Okay,” Jackie says. “Then swear on Chopper’s life you’re not going to hurt her.”

“I swear,” I snap. “Now, pack a bag. Get ready. We need

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