So, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her in the living room. Laying her onto the couch, Brogan slipped his hand down the front of her shorts. Shoving her shirt up, he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking just hard enough to cause a slight sting of pain.
Amy gasped, and he slipped two fingers inside of her wet pussy. She was so warm and ready, her legs spread wide. Her hands came to his shoulders, gripping his shirt as she moaned. He moved his mouth to her other breast and pumped his fingers in and out faster.
He was in complete control of her pleasure, and he loved it. In this moment, she was his, and he allowed himself to bask in that.
“Come for me, Princess,” he said, flicking his tongue over her nipple. “I want to hear you moan my name.”
He flattened his palm against her clit, and Amy tensed, throwing her head back into the couch cushions. “Oh God, Brogan. It’s so good.Sogood.”
“That’s right,” he agreed, his cock throbbing. “You’re so fucking sexy like this, flushed with your face twisting in pleasure.”
“Yes!” she cried out loudly. “Brogan!”
Her grip on his shirt tightened, and she trembled as she came. She was panting, and he could feel her pussy walls tightening around his fingers. It was an erotic sight.
When her climax had passed, he pulled his hand out of her shorts and brought it to his mouth. Holding her eyes, he licked his fingers clean.
“Damn,” he groaned. “You’reperfect.”
Something tender sparked in Amy’s eyes, and she brought her hands up to cup his face.
“I love you.”
Brogan’s heart stopped. His stomach clenched, and his chest was suddenly tight.
No.
“You can’t mean that,” he said, pulling away.
The hurt on Amy’s face made him feel like shit, but he couldn’t let that stop him from saying what needed to be said.
“What are you saying? Of course, I mean it,” she replied, pulling her shirt down to cover herself as she sat up. “We’ve been living together for weeks, and I know how I feel.”
“A few weeks isn’t enough time. You don’t know anything about me.”
“Sure, I do-”
“No,” he snapped, pacing the length of the living room and running his hand down his face. He could still smell the evidence of her arousal, and that did nothing to help clear his head. “You don’t know shit.”
Turning back to her, he saw that she was standing now. He came over, towering over her.
“Do you know what I used to do for Owen’s dad? I killed people for him. He’d tell me who had disrespected him or owed him money or whatever fucking reason he wanted them gone. I didn’t care though. I did what I was told.”
That wasn’t really true, though. He didn’t hurt women or children, no matter what the old man wanted. But it didn’t matter. He’d done horrible things.
“That was in the past,” Amy said, but he could see the doubt in her eyes.
“You really think a man can change that much? Because I’ll tell you right now, if I find Leo tonight, I’m putting a bullet between his fucking eyes. His father’s too. I’m going to end this war and get revenge. Does it really sound like it’s all in the past?”
“W-why did you tell me all that?”
Because you need to know I’m not good enough for you.
“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he said. “Now that your finals are done, I’m having you moved to a safe house outside of the city.”
“What?” She looked like he’d slapped her, and he had to pull his eyes away. It killed him to hurt her. “I have a job! I can’t just disappear.”
“I got your boss to fire Wendy. I’m sure I can get him to hold your job for a few weeks while we wrap up our business with the Italians.”
