The mere thought of getting her pregnant was an aphrodisiac like no other.I loved this woman to the depths of my soul.I had always known that my life would never be complete without her.And I'd held out for the most part.
But now that I had her … no way would I ever let her go.
“Love me, Lynx,” she whispered, pulling my head down to hers.
I melded my lips to hers as I pumped my hips.My pace increased, my thrusts grew shallower as I found myself wanting to be as close to her as I could be.Resting on one elbow, I loved her, just like she’d asked.I loved her with everything that I was.
And when I finally brought us to the brink of ecstasy, spilling my seed inside her, I held on as tightly as I could, feeling the last part of myself go.
She owned me.
Heart, body, and soul.
Kelly
“You won’t get away with this,” I snarled.
I had no fucking clue where I was or what these assholes were planning to do to me.I vaguely remembered the car ride.I was pretty sure it had taken several hours, but I'd drifted in and out of consciousness.
I'd heard the name Adorite on more than one occasion, but I had yet to see anyone other than the black guy who’d been impersonating a cop and a taller man wearing a suit and a somber expression.
“What the fuck do you want from me?”I snapped, trying to get the attention of the asshole manning the door.
I had already tried to free myself from my bonds, but to no avail.They had me shackled to a chair in this concrete room.There were no windows, just a steel table and a single chair, which I was currently sitting in.
The sound of the lock disengaging had my eyes darting to the door.
Finally.
Fuck.
The door opened slowly and a man walked in.
Not just any man, either.
I recognized him.Every law enforcement officer in the state would recognize Maximillian Adorite.The guy was the notorious leader of the Southern Boy Mafia.He was ruthless, and his list of crimes was long, yet he’d never been charged with a damn thing.And the FBI had been trying for years to nail the Adorite family with something, anything.Oddly enough, the Adorite patriarch had been killed sometime back, and Max had quickly moved into the role of boss, taking over for his father.
If I played my cards right, I figured I could probably get on this guy’s good side.At this point, I was willing to do just about anything.Hell, I had more money than I knew what to do with.The life insurance policies I'd had on my wives had padded my bank accounts nicely.
I knew every man had his price, and I was more than willing to pay whatever I needed to in order to get out of this fucking dungeon.
“Mr.Jackson,” Max greeted, his tone flat, his brown eyes cold.
“Why am I here?”I demanded.
A small smile tilted the corner of his mouth.“I find it amusing that you’d even ask that.”
“I have no beef with you,” I retorted.“So I’m sure we can get this misunderstanding cleared up and I can be on my way.”
“To where?”Max asked.“Embers Ridge?”
I frowned.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No?”Max watched me closely.“That wasn’t you who blew up that little bar?”
“Bar?”I feigned ignorance.“What are you talking about?I’m the goddamn chief of police.In Houston.Why the hell would I?—”
“Oh, cut the shit,” Max sneered, his eyes locking on my face.“I’ve heard that girl’s story.And let me tell you, once was more than enough.”
