Sullie. I could win over with a pair of puppy dog eyes, but my brother?
He held grudges until death.
“Karina?”
“Hm?” Tattooed hands landed on my bare shoulders and guided me to turn around, his touch sending chills down my body. They only intensified when my eyes settled on his face. Collin Stevens had always been a dark man, but today, he seemed a bit lighter. There was an unfamiliar spark in his eyes and his lips were tilted up on his right side. He looked…happy.
“I can push back the meeting in New York and come with you,” he said, his voice gentle. We had been pushing the meeting in New York since Boston. That was Romano’s territory, and mydemon needed to have backup. After California, we were going to head to Seattle…
I waved my hand as I stepped into him. “No, no. You have business to take care of there and I have…shit to sort out in St. Louis.”
“Shit?” His eyes flashed with amusement as his hands slid down my arms.
I rolled my eyes. “Col, this whole thing is a shit show…I need to smooth things over with them. Also, if James Garner sees you, he will arrest you.”
His jaw tightened, and the happy Col was gone, replaced by the intense blue-eyed demon who had my heart. “I’d like to see him try.”
“Ah, ah. You can’t hurt him. He belongs to Haley,” I said, putting my hands on his chest. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a dark gray suit and black under shirt, no tie.
The new Mafia King glared down at me. “Making a list of people I can’t hurt, Karina?”
I raised a brow. “Do I need to?” He looked over my shoulder, his face turning serious.
“If someone hurts you, I hurt them. Do you understand?”
I reached up and touched his cheek. “I know, Col.”
He looked back down at me, his eyes scanning my features. “I don’t like this,” he admitted, his hand wrapping around my wrist. I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. “Just days ago, you fought like hell to come here, and now, you want to leave,” he said softly.
I was taken aback.
His eyes pierced mine, and I could see straight through him, those icy walls had remained melted for days. He was scared.
“I just want to make sure they don’t kill you,” I said gently, wrapping my arms around his neck. The sheet fell, landing ina heap at our feet. His hands immediately snapped to my hips, squeezing my flesh. “Collin, I want this. I want us.”
He looked pained, and I knew he was still fighting a war within himself. The new Mafia King didn’t want me in danger, but he also wanted me at his side. “I should let you go, but I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine.
“I’m not letting you go, even if you push me away,” I whispered before kissing him.
He groaned, forcing my lips open so he could devour me. He backed me into the window, kissing me with abandon. Teeth, tongue, lips. Harsh breaths and promises that would never be broken. Not anymore. My bare ass was pressed against the window for all—
“Col,” I breathed, breaking away from him. He didn’t seem to mind. His hand fisted my hair, pulling until my neck was exposed, and he dove in, kissing and nibbling until goosebumps pebbled my skin. My core throbbed, aching and ready for him. He pressed his rock-hard erection into me, shoving his knee between my legs. “Col, the window. They’ll—”
He bit down on my neck,hard, and I cried out. My arm banded around the back of his neck for support.
“Let them see,” he growled as he pulled one of my hands to the front of his pants. “Take Daddy’s cock out.”
Oh. Fuck.
I was panting, unable to move as he held me by the hair. My hand pulled down his zipper, whimpering as he licked the spot he bit.
Once his heavy, hard cock was in my hand, he moaned into my skin. He thrusted his hips with a low growl, teasing me with what was to come. I began to stroke him as he held me against the window, bare and exposed for everyone to see. His free handslid down my torso to the apex of my thighs, his fingers brushing along my clit. I whimpered his name.
“So swollen for me,” he chuckled, kissing my jaw. His finger went farther, dipping into my pussy slightly before bringing my arousal back up to my clit. “So wet for Daddy, aren’t you?”
I stroked him harder as I tried to grind my hips on his hand.
“Does my needy little angel need to be fucked?”
