“What’s the job?” I ask as my heart pounds a bit faster. He’s always affected me, but not like this.

  He pushes the door open with his foot and leans against the frame. My stomach jumps as his dark eyes flicker across my skin like it’s still bare. I’m covered in his jogging pants and jumper; the only skin on display are my feet.

  “Cleaning?”

  I half laugh and push past him as I leave the bathroom. “I think I’m a bit above the pay grade of a cleaner.”

  Fingers wrap around my wrist, but it doesn’t take much to stop me. I turn willingly.

  His smile is hidden behind his beard, but I see it. “I never mentioned pay.”

  “You think I’ll work for free?” I’m not saying clean, because I won’t become his maid.

  That grin is there as he pulls me closer. My skin burns where he touches it.

  “What job do you want?”

  Everything inside me quivers. Is he trying to sound sexual, or is that just in my head? He’s off-limits. It’s madness to even have these thoughts. I take a step closer to Tomas.

  I want to offer to be his private dancer. I want to kiss his full bottom lip. My gaze trails up to his dark eyes. “Your secretary?”

  His grin can’t be hidden behind the beard anymore. The teardrop on his face rises, a reminder that he isn’t a man to mess around with.

  His phone buzzes and his fingers slip from my wrist. I know he could feel how fast my heart is beating, but he says nothing as he steps around me. I die a little when he answers the phone.

  “Nick.”

  I internally shiver. He rang my brother. Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be to Tomas—Nick’s little sister. I turn and watch him roll his shoulders as he speaks.

  “You knew she was working at Pinks?”

  I’m ready to intervene. He has no right to tell Nick my business. Tomas glances at me over his shoulder, and I keep my mouth shut.

  “You need to keep a better fucking eye on her.” His angry words surprise me. I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the wall as he runs his hand across the back of his neck. Everything about him is sexy, even his neck. It’s wide and I want to run my hands across it. He glances at me again, and I look away.

  “Nick, I can’t keep her here.”

  My excitement deflates. Just like old times, I’m being pushed to the side. I move past him, and he doesn’t stop me. I don’t want to hear the conversation because I know how it will go. Nick will tell him to drop me off at my aunt’s, but I’m not going there. Her new boyfriend gets handsy after a few drinks. I can take care of myself, but I shouldn’t have to sleep with a chair under the handle of my bedroom door.

  I enter his kitchen and open his double-door fridge. It’s empty and some of the inside still has plastic on it. I close the door and swallow down a scream.

  His eyes search my face. “I just moved in.”

  “What did Nick say?”

  “He’s on business.”

  I laugh at that. “Yeah. So take me to my auntie’s.” I step away from Tomas and the fridge and sit down on one of the high stools.

  “That’s exactly what he said, but something tells me you don’t want to go.”

  I shrug and he takes a step closer. I like being alone with Tomas. I like finally getting to see him. I glance around his kitchen again. It’s all metallic and gray. It suits him.

  “Her boyfriend has roaming hands.” I’m ready to grin, but Tomas steps closer to me and takes my face in his hands. The contact jerks me straighter.

  “He put his hands on you?” His brows draw together.

  I get caught up in the three dots beside his left eye. “Yeah, but I can handle myself.”

  He releases my face but doesn’t step away. “Does Nick know?” Tomas sounds cautious with his words, and I’m starting to think he remembers a very different Nick than the brother I have now. I sense that Tomas has been sheltered from my brother’s antics, and sheltered isn’t a word anyone could use for Tomas. Those eyes are dark, filled with violence and cruelty, and they have my head in a spin.

  “Nick doesn’t care. He’s too busy getting high.”

  Tomas doesn’t move away. His hand rests on the counter, the cross that covers it disappearing into the sleeve of his shirt.

  “Does that tattoo go up your arm?” The words leave my mouth and I feel the heat in my cheeks.

  His lips tug up slightly. “You want to see?” He leans in closer, and I start to waver. Being with a man like Tomas wouldn’t be good for any woman. He’s too much. I should say no.

  “Yes.” I lick my lips when he moves back. I’m waiting for him to pull off his shirt, but he just rolls up the sleeve. I’m still taken with all that golden skin. The cross melts into thorns that twist and bend around his forearm. It disappears under the rest of the shirt, and my eyes skip to his. “I can’t see it all.”

  My heart pounds as he reaches up and starts to unbutton his shirt. I don’t move, and I have to remind myself to breathe as he pulls the shirt off.

  chapter five

  TOMAS

  HER EYES ARE begging me to fuck her, and that’s all I’ve wanted to do since I brought her to my home. But she’s more than a fuck. You don’t just take from Katina, and that was the part that keeps holding me back. Otherwise, I’d have taken her in the club.

  Her gaze darts across my torso and chest as she examines all the tattoos. Some of them are fucking stupid. Some of them represent my rank in the Bratva, but she won’t understand. Her blue eyes flicker up to mine. “They’re beautiful.”

  I should put my shirt back on, but I don’t. I can’t believe Nick has left her so unprotected. I’m already hunting her auntie’s boyfriend down and pulling the fucking trigger.

  “Why were you working at Lenny’s?” I remember when we were younger—Katina had brains. She doesn’t need to be a dancer. She can be anything she wants to be.

  “Why were you in prison?” She folds her arms across her large chest.

  It’s a reminder that she doesn’t want to get mixed up with me. I pick my shirt up off the counter.

  “I’ll see if Auro needs help in the office,” I say, pulling it on. Auro does the books for me. She keeps it all floating and looking legit. She’s sixty, with a bite that’s far worse than her bark. She doesn’t take any shit. Katina will be safe with her.

  “Auro?” she asks. My eyes snap up to Katina. “Is she one of your women?” Her cheeks are flushed again, and this time, I think it’s from anger.

  I stop buttoning my shirt. “You ask a lot of questions.”

  “You dodge a lot of questions.” Katina’s eyes flicker to my lips.

  I tell myself I can have just a taste of her sweet mouth. Instantly, my trousers tighten. “Are you jealous?” I ask, leaning in.

  “Yes.” Blue eyes hold my stare. I’m a little floored at her honesty and flattered that she’s jealous. Katina is fucking gorgeous. I move closer and run my hand along the back of her neck, pulling her face closer to mine.

  I pause so she has the perfect opportunity to stop me, but she doesn’t. My lips brush hers, and it’s like fuel to the flames. She pushes herself against me, and the kiss becomes hard and heavy. I take it. I don’t do sweet. I easily pull Katina from the stool, and she wraps her legs around me as I move us toward the kitchen wall.

  Her kisses are hungry, making my cock grow harder. She tastes so sweet. I push my tongue deeper into her mouth. Having her back against the wall allows me to push her down closer to my cock. Her groan fills my mouth, and I want to fuck her so badly. Her hands grip my hair painfully as she pulls me closer to her. I need to stop this. I remind myself that she’s Nick’s sister. I break the kiss, and she pants. Her eyes bounce across my face, her hands still tightened into fists in my hair.

  Her ass in my hands has my erection growing painfully. I need to put her down and stop this. She leans in and kisses me, and any resilience I had falls apart under her lips. I drop her to the ground and move back, pulling the jumper off. Her breasts bounce free. Her pink nipples are hard, and I immediately take one into my mouth. Katina groans as her hands push my shirt down, trying to get it off me.

  I run my palm across her other breast, and the hard nipple brushes against my flesh. I release her and return to that delicious mouth. She manages to get the shirt off me, then her hands greedily roam across my back. I push my body harder against hers before moving to dip my fingers into her jogging pants. The beaded panties are gone, and her bare pussy fills my hand. Pushing aside her pussy flaps, I dip two fingers inside her wet cunt. She’s soaking for me.

  Her groan and tongue fill my mouth. I want to touch every part of her; nothing seems like enough. Her hands work quickly at the belt of my trousers, and the minute she has it open and my fly down, she pulls my erection free. I groan as she takes my cock in her hand.

  Oh fuck. It feels so good. She strokes it and I push my fingers deeper into her until she’s standing on the tips of her toes. I want to be inside her. I want to fuck her hard against the wall.

  My mouth trails along her neck, and she’s panting and groaning. I remove my hand from her pussy and push her jogging pants down. She doesn’t hesitate to step out of them. My cock pushes against her opening as I move her back against the wall. I pause and my eyes meet hers. The blue in them is swimming with a need I will fill. Grabbing her leg, I don’t look away as I hoist it up and push my cock into her opening. The walls of her pussy immediately tighten around my cock, and I push fully in.

  Her eyes widen and she slams down on my cock, meeting my hard pounds. I push the two fingers that I fingered her with into her mouth, and she sucks them, setting me mad. I hold her up with one hand as I pound her pussy. Her groans and cries have me moving faster. I can’t slow down. She’s all I want; she’s all I feel. Her walls tighten around me.

  “Don’t you come,” I warn her, wanting to empty myself inside her first.

  chapter six

  KATINA

  MY BACK SLAMS against the wall as Tomas bangs his cock into me. His fingers are still in my mouth, and I bite down on them as I try to hold back my release. I can’t match his jerks as he moves faster. His flesh hits mine painfully, and my back slams repeatedly against the wall as I tighten my teeth on his fingers. He tries to pull free, but I don’t release them as he pounds harder into me. I can’t hold back. My pussy clenches around his huge cock, and I finally let his fingers go as I cry out, feeling the rush of my orgasm. I didn’t think he could go faster, but he does as I continue to ride the waves of my release.

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” His words are accompanied with three final slams into my body, and his warm cum splashes inside me. He bangs a few more times before slowing down. I’m struggling to catch my breath, and so is he, as his movements slow and his head lies on my shoulder. Warm breath fans across my collarbone, and his cock twitches inside me.

  I can’t stop touching his hair and shoulders and back. He’s perfect under my fingers. He looks up and slowly takes his cock out of me.

  “You bit me hard.” He looks at his fingers, my teeth marks stark on his skin.

  “That’s what happens when you put things in my mouth.”

  He winces and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. He’s thinking about his cock. I’m thinking about his cock. As my eyes flicker down, his cum drips from it. His erection is still huge. I take a peek at him, and he’s watching me.

  I lower myself to my knees, and his groan has me sucking the fat head of his cock. I run my tongue along it and clean it up before letting his cock fill my mouth. I can’t take it all in, and his hands grip my head, pushing me down further. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I pull away before he slams my head down on it again.

  “Oh fuck.” His words have me moving my mouth faster over the meaty flesh. My fingers grab his balls, and I roll them in my hand as he pounds into my mouth harder. I have to stop and catch my breath. I move under him and take one of his balls into my mouth and suck. His moans have me taking the other one and sucking harder.

  “Bend over,” he demands. I’m already kneeling, so I release his balls and bend on all fours. The kitchen tiles are cold under me. Tomas moves behind me, and his shaft fills me as he starts to pound. It feels like he’s deeper in me, filling me even more. He pulls my ass cheeks apart as he lashes himself inside me. My tits bounce in front of my face as he continues to bang into me.

  “Come all over my cock.” His words are a command, and I didn’t feel ready to, but now my body hums with the warning that I’m climbing fast as he fucks me hard. My tits bounce higher as he slams harder into me, and I groan and cry out as I feel the orgasm rise in me and take over my senses. He moves faster with a savagery that has me releasing myself all over his cock. I cry out while he slams into me, coming again. He pounds into me a few more times before going still.

  My hands are slick with sweat against the cold tiles, and the moment Tomas removes himself from me, I want to lie on my back and take some deep breaths. My jogging pants and jumper are close to me, so I grab them and drag the jumper over my head. I hear the jingle of Tomas’s belt, and I hate the idea of looking at him. I’m not embarrassed, but I don’t want to see regret or any awkwardness in his eyes. I pick up the jogging pants and pull them on. Standing up, he pulls on his shirt.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Are you?”

  His grin is all the answer I need. He stops buttoning his shirt and steps up to me. His hands snake around my waist as he pulls me into him. “I hope you don’t have regrets.” His words are delivered with a soft kiss to my lips.

  I’m a little stumped. “None,” I say honestly. I always wondered what Tomas would be like, and now I know. My only regret is that he has ruined me for all other men. No one has ever made me come twice, and the fact that I’d do it again makes me understand how much I wanted Tomas. It almost feels unnatural to be able to go again.

  He kisses me. I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to send me on my way. His buzzing phone has him stepping away from me.

  “The Collector?” I hear him say as he glances at me over his shoulder. “Right. Give me fifteen minutes.”

  Tomas pockets his phone and finishes buttoning his shirt. “Will you be okay here for a while?”

  I try not to smile too wide. I thought he would be dropping me off at my auntie’s. “Yeah. Can I take a shower?”

  His eyes grow dark. “You could wait for me.” He steps back into my personal space.

  “I could do that,” I say and press my lips against his. I palm his growing erection. “Or we can go now.”

  He steps away from me with a pained look on his face. “I have something to take care of, but I’ll be as quick as possible.”

  I suppress the smile as his eyes promise me it will be worth the wait, and I know it will.

  “I’ll wait,” I say.

  chapter seven

  TOMAS

  I DON’T WANT to leave her, but I need to return to base. Word is out that the Collector is in the area, and that’s never good. The Collector will be swift extracting his target. Sometimes people put up a fight, but it always results in the same ending. The Collector does his job, and whoever he takes is never seen again.

  I reverse out of the drive and glance back up at the house. For the first time, it doesn’t seem so sterile. That’s because I know what’s inside it now. My phone rings again.

  “What now?” I ask Roman as I spin the car and hit the pedal.

  “It’s Vinny. That’s who he’s after.”

  “Fuck!” My hands hit the steering wheel. I glance in the rearview mirror with that sense of being watched. How the fuck did Vinny get on the Collector’s radar?

  “Vinny’s here, man. And he isn’t doing so good.”

  “I’m on my way.” The phone grows silent, and I hope I get to Vinny before the Collector does. I want to know what he’s done. I need to know if I should be prepared for the backlash.

  ***

  I pull up at the curb and jump out. I light a smoke before jogging across the road and entering the property through the back gate. Roman meets me, and he looks as white as a fucking sheet.

  “I’ve cleared everyone out.”

  “Where’s Vinny?”

  “In the warehouse.” Roman pauses. “Hiding.”

  Roman’s eyes say more than his words. Hiding with a shitload of guns. It doesn’t matter. He can’t fight or outrun this.

  “You go too. I don’t want anyone else here when he arrives.”

  Roman hesitates briefly before leaving. I walk through the empty hallways that were buzzing only this morning. Not one person is around as I step out a side door and walk to the warehouse. I like Vinny. He’s worked for me for a long time. I throw down the fag and open the side door to the warehouse. I can hear him cock the gun.

  “Don’t fucking shoot me,” I say. I can’t see Vinny, but he slowly steps out from behind a pallet. He’s sweating and my stomach tightens. “What are you doing?” I walk to him. He’s still holding the gun, but it’s not pointed at me.

  “The Collector is coming for me.” He wipes the sweat from his face using his sleeve.

  “You think you can outrun him?” I ask, lighting up another smoke. I offer him one, and he shakes his head.

  “Tomas, I have two kids and a wife.”

  I nod and try to keep the detachment in this. “You know it’s never wise to get attached.” I think of Katina back in my home. I need to heed some of my own advice.

  “He’s going to come, Vinny.” I exhale smoke before glancing at him. “What did you do?”

  He looks away. “A little bit of this and a little bit of that.”

  “You sound fucking stupid.” I throw the fag on the ground and stand on it.

  He raises his gun. “I’ve got a fucking gun!” His roar has me ready to slap him.

 

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