We'd received the barest of intel before we arrived. Milo had found messages on a Dark Web forum about a monthly show for buyers looking to purchase girls. The moment he'd told me, I saw red.
I pictured her being taken. Sold into sexual slavery.
Of course, she'd been clueless the club was a front for more nefarious activities. Unlike her sister, she'd grown up shielded from the worst of what men could do. Yes, her father had abused her by locking her away for years, but it was nothing compared to the physical and psychological pain her sister had endured.
And unlike Thea, Verity had lived a mostly normal life since she hit her teenage years. We'd sent her away to school so she would be safe.
I took towels from the stack and threw them onto the floor to mop up the puddles of water left behind from when I dragged Verity from the tub.
Soft, wet skin rubbing against mine.
Deliciously tempting curves.
A body made for sin.
How I wanted to corrupt her.
Push her to her limit.
Extract every bit of pleasure from her body I could before I sank into her and found mine.
My jaw clenched as aching need gripped every part of me. My cock throbbed in my pants. Desperate for her. When I stared in the mirror, a haunted man stared back at me.
I looked away, stripped my pants off, and stepped into the shower. Cold water blasted down, stinging my shoulders. But itdid nothing to quell the arousal burning like fire through my veins.
I doubted anything would.
My body wanted the woman lying naked in bed in the next room.
I gripped my solid shaft and closed my eyes. Maybe if I took the edge of things, it would help because right now, my head was too full of her to think straight. And given the threats we faced, that put us all in danger.
A soft tap on the outer door caught my attention as I buttoned a clean shirt. When I opened it, gun in hand, Ash stood there with an apologetic smile.
"Sorry to disturb you, but the storm's worsening. The jet's grounded for at least 12 more hours."
Dammit. The longer we stayed here in this cursed place, the more likely it was Verity's father would track her down. I should have brought more men with me, but there hadn't been time.
"I need one of you outside this room for the duration."
Ash nodded in agreement. "Connor's resting now, but he'll be up in three hours to take over the next shift."
"I'll speak to Milo to see if he's found anything on her father. If we can get a location for the bastard, the cops can pick him up."
"And Marku?"
His involvement in this mess was a mystery, but right now, my priority was Francesco di Luca. Until he was back behind bars where he belonged, or better still, dead, Verity remained in grave danger.
"If anyone tries to get into this room, shoot first and ask questions later. The hotel manager assures me his staff have allbeen security vetted, but we both know corruption is rife around here. Trust nobody except the three of us."
Ash rolled his eyes at my stating the fucking obvious.
I glared at him. "Anything happens to that girl and you're toast. Are we clear?"
The bastard smirked. "I don't remember you acting this way when Bridget had a stalker."
The fucker had a point. I'd barely given a shit about Bridget's so-called stalker. We later discovered she'd made the whole thing up to get my attention.
"Just do your fucking job!" I went to slam the door on the asshole before belatedly remembering my girl had finally fallen asleep. Instead, I closed it with a soft click, ignoring the chuff of laughter from the other side.
