a part of it.
“She’s got a nice curve to her.”
“How long do you think before I have to pick her up?”
“Give me about a week with her and I’ll have her all primed up so you can
ride her away into the sunset, bro.”
“Make sure you take good care of her.”
“Dude it’s a paint job, not rocket science. Pick her up in a week.”
I walked out of Knox’s repair shop feeling hesitant and even a little
strange having to walk home. But Knox had promised me a paint job and who
better to do it than one of the brothers. I was feeling absolutely exhausted and
completely out of it. I had just finished a job and my body was finally feeling it.
I’m in the business of stalking people. Not the type of stalking your
perverted little mind is thinking about, although that kind could definitely be a
lot of fun. No. I do surveillance installments for a special array of clients. I had
built a pretty good reputation of keeping to myself and keeping my mouth shut.
Word spreads pretty quickly around the more affluent members of society, and
every now and then I’d get a call with pretty high payouts. A good side job to
have as a Hell’s Lovers, it gave us access to a lot of information with a lot of
In this particular case, the lady wanted surveillance done on her cheating
husband. I had placed a few cameras in the house, but I needed to set up visual
and audio in his office at work. Getting in without being noticed was the
hardest part, especially when I had to infiltrate the security system first.
Did I mention I also handled a few hacking jobs on the side.
Nights like this were few and far between, but like I said, this job alone
would pay my rent for at least a year. The way I saw it, it had to be done, and it
felt great to add another zero to the amount in my savings account.
The streets were dead silent and I was deep in thought as I crossed the
street and headed to my apartment. A shrill scream coming from one of the
warehouse alleys stopped me dead in my tracks. I froze and waited, but I didn’t
hear anything else. Out of the corner of my eye, about a block away, I saw a
young girl run out into the street only to be dragged back into the shadows.
This part of the street had more than a few broken street lamps, and my body
tensed as I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness. At the same time, I was
assessing my surroundings, but the back streets were always pretty much empty
at this time of night.
I slowly made my way up the block, keeping myself on alert in case
someone jumped out at me. I was ex-Navy Seal, sneaking up on someone was
my expertise. Well, that and being able to use anything in my reach as a
weapon, now that was a honed trait.
As I rounded the corner, her piercing scream shot me into action and my
survival instincts kicked in. As I came up to the dark alley anger coursed
through my veins. The man was a big guy, taller than me, and that’s pretty big
considering I’m six two. The girl looked so tiny and fragile pressed up into the
concrete wall. Her jeans were at her ankles and he was struggling to pull his
own pants down as he dug his hands in between her legs.
“Open up, you fucking whore! Don’t you dare fight me! It’s fucking time I
get paid for all the shit I’ve given you!”
I scowled in disgust at him and went right into action, stealthily coming up
behind them. Her big blue innocent eyes focused on me, unshed tears making
them glisten. In that moment, I felt the dire need to save her and take her far
away from there. She was a fighter and immediately began struggling harder
as I approached. But the mother fucker didn’t like that, and he reached back and
punched her in the gut taking her breath away.
Feeling as if all the demons were carrying me over to them, I grabbed the
collar of his shirt and held him in a vice grip. Catching him off guard, I put all
my strength into my fist and punched him twice on the side, right up against the
liver. He grunted and staggered back. Her knees gave way and she dropped to
the ground. I stepped in to grab her before she collapsed to the floor.
Taking her in my arms, I leaned her gently back against the wall. Her eyes
met mine for a brief moment. “Give me a second, baby girl. I’ll be right back.
I then turned back to the piece of shit behind me. In his hurry to get at her,
one hand was struggling to keep his pants pulled up while the other held a
“She’s fucking mine!” he yelled out.
beg for more.
IT WAS LATE when I entered my apartment. I sank down on the couch and stared out into the city. I lived in a high rise in downtown L.A., it offered a good view and it was near the club, I also owned the building. I had a few investments, mostly in stocks, so I did well for myself. I didn’t really have any family or anyone I truly cared about, except for Wolf and most recently, Scarlett. I used to do security for the military, and after retiring, Wolf gave me a place to stay and opened his doors for me. I was glad to have someone like Wolf. He’d been a good friend throughout the years. When he took over as President, he immediately named me VP, and it’s been that way for the last five years. The brotherhood was my refuge and although we didn’t voice it, we were a pretty tight knit family.
I stood up and went to grab a beer. I headed down the hall to my bedroom, where an empty bed awaited me. Usually it didn’t bother me, but lately I’d been yearning for a warm body to press up against. Specifically, a voluptuous blonde, with eyes the color of emeralds. My cock stirred and I sighed as I took a swig of my beer and sat at the edge of the bed.
Images of Rahyne spread out on my mattress kept flooding through my mind and they had been non-stop lately. It didn’t matter where I was or who I was with, I couldn’t get the temptress out of my head. It was starting to worry me.
I never even thought of settling down. I lived my life peacefully, went where I wanted, fucked who I wanted, and didn’t give a shit about anything. But with Rahyne…fuck, I thought my urgency to have her was just an infatuation-something that would go away in a matter of weeks. Six months later, and my body still craved hers, more now than ever before. Running my hands through my hair I fought my desire to go looking for her and I gulped down my beer.
Lying back on the bed I let her image envelop me and I pulled out my shaft-hard as a rock as usual-and stroked myself, remembering the sound of her sweet whispers, and the moans and whimpers I heard on an almost daily basis. I groaned, imagining the wonderful feeling of her tight pussy hugging my swollen member. Remembering the way she shouted my name, and how her body gripped me, made me jerk off harder. Knowing I could manipulate her body to such extremes had me grunting my release as streams of white fluid leapt out and landed on my stomach. I breathed out and splayed my arms on the mattress. Closing my eyes, I imagined her by my side, and the only thought that came to my mind, before I drifted off, was that I was going to make her mine.
stripped of who I am.
“Wolf.” I breathed, dragging my hands along his tussled hair.
I felt the hot slickness of his tongue lick me from the base of my shoulder up along the curve of my neck. He stopped briefly before nipping my earlobe and I nearly came, right then and there.
“You taste so goddamn good.” He whispered.
I gripped his hair and whimpered. “Don’t stop, Wolf. Please, don’t stop.”
My words seemed to snap him out of his trance and he stepped away from me. I glided down the wall and a feeling of emptiness surrounded me as he moved away.
My hands reached for him, but he turned away. I could tell his breathing was labored, and he was just as, or even more affected by this, than I was. I reached out and touched his back and I suddenly found myself pressed once more against the wall. My body arched like a cat in heat, trying to bring every inch of him against me. The movement was futile as he gripped me by the shoulders and half shook me awake from my lust filled moment.
“Stop it. Stop, Scarlett. I won’t be able to do this if you don’t stop.” He pressed his forehead against mine and ran his hands down my arms, gripping my hips. His mouth said one thing, but his hands wouldn’t stop touching me. “Stop. Please.”
My body stilled at his request, but it remained thrumming alongside his.
“Don’t stop, Wolf. Please. Please, don’t do this.”
He dragged his rough jaw against my cheek and breathed in. “I can’t. I just can’t.” He squeezed his eyes shut, almost as if it hurt. He waited a few minutes, hid body vibrated against mine, and his hands continued to hold me. “I won’t have you wandering down here. You need to leave.”
“What?” I whispered.
He gripped my waist tightly. “I want you to leave, Scarlett. You don’t belong here!”
I rubbed my hands across the muscles of his chest and his breath hitched. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. With you.”
He growled and leaned his body into mine. “Me too, gorgeous. Oh God, me too.”
name. Instead I’ll use my inner goddess’ name, it’s much
more fun that way. I grew up in New York City where I had a wonderful
education, loving parents and awesome friends. What more could a girl
sixteen. The first romance I read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s
Bride. Since then I have been influenced by dozens of flourishing
romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. I must say
it, but Fifty Shades was not my first erotic romance, nor did it
influence me to start writing them. If you’ve never read Mary
Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N.
Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy, then you’re missing out.
Those were my sweet introductions to erotic romance, and boy were
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