Theoretically, I could be her bodyguard. Just follow her around and keep her from getting herself killed, but I don’t want that.
I want to stand with her, like Valeria and my father. After all, she and I are both the heirs to this family.
Tossing the rest of my meal in the trash, I stride quickly down the hall to Sable’s room. The door is open, and I see Luca inside, talking with her over a stack of guns.
“Out,” I tell him, like a master commanding his dog. He knows better than to argue and vanishes.
I wave my hand over the arsenal. “What’s this? One shootout wasn’t enough for you?”
“I don’t need a lecture, Ryker—”
“This isn’t a lecture,” I reply. “I’m asking what you’re doing.”
“We didn’t get them all,” she replies, checking the slide on a pistol. “Can’t have survivors who want us dead.”
“We have men who work for us, Sable. You don’t have to do this on your own.”
She laughs and looks at me. “Who are you? My father?”
Something low inside me tightens. Pressure builds as I stare back at her, my lips pursing angrily. “No, I’m the man who just saved your ass from getting shot to pieces!”
“Saved me?” she snaps, lashing out and rushing at me. She slaps me, and I let her. “You didn’tsaveme. I was fine!”
“You would have been dead!” I roar back, my blood pumping through my veins like magma as our eyes lock and I stare at her, her untamed beauty causing my legs to go weak.
She sneers, shaking her head at me. “So what’s this? You help me out once and think youownme now?”
Her scent is a hammer, battering my brain with lust and desire. I step closer, and she doesn’t even flinch.
Keeping my voice low and taut, I tell her, “You were mine the moment I saw you.”
Her jaw drops, and the moment hangs between us like a blade waiting to drop on our heads.
Then she swings out again, aiming at my face.
I catch her fist with one hand, then grab her other wrist and push her down on the bed. Guns and bullets scatter to the floor, but others remain—a blanket of death beneath us as I press my lips against hers.
She squirms, bites my lower lip and tries to knee me, but I overpower her, pressing the entirety of my weight down on top of her tiny frame.
“Stop!” I bellow. For the first time, I see actual fear in her eyes. “You don’t even care about me, do you?”
Her face softens almost imperceptibly. “What…?”
“About how I would feel if something happened to you? Why do you think I followed you to Tony’s, Sable!?”
Her body relaxes beneath me. She’s not fighting back as hard anymore.
“I wanted you there with me,” she says softly, an admission I never expected from her. “I…Iknewyou’d come.”
Lightning bursts inside me. I can’t hold back any longer.
I envelop her lips with mine, kissing her deeply, showing her just how much I love her with every single movement.
She stops fighting me and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, tighter, like she’s trying to meld us into one.
My hands tear like weapons at her dress, ripping it into shreds of fabric that fall away to reveal her mouth-watering curves.
My cock is ready to rip through my pants, and I nearly fall off the bed kicking them off. Her little pink pussy is dripping, and just as I press my tip against her hole, she stops me with two palms against my chest.
