Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
But I manage to haul myself to the window ledge and peer into the bedroom on the other side. Unlike the outside of the house, the bedroom is steeped in luxury. Feminine furniture and plush rugs fill the room.
The room isn't dark like I thought. The TV is on, but it's cycled back to the screen saver. The light from it washes across the four-poster bed, illuminating the woman sleeping dead center.
I stop breathing as my gaze lands on her.
Long red hair spills in waves across the pillows. Alabaster skin and soft pink lips turn my cock to steel. The covers are pushed back as if she's hot, and one arm is thrown off the side of the bed. Her nipples press against her tight little top. It ends just below her breasts, leaving her round belly exposed. She isn't wearing shorts. Just an innocent pair of pink panties. I see the lips of her pussy through them, and the urge to taste her is powerful.
Every inch of her thick, curvy body is pale and smooth, beckoning me to come closer and take what doesn't belong to me. I ache to do just that. To slip into the bed beside this beautiful little queen and know her man to woman.
I crave her. Her lips. Her breasts. The hard little nipples hiding behind that tiny shirt. The warmth spreading through me like fucking sunshine. I want to bask in it, to claim it for my own.
We've heard rumors for a while that Cillian had a niece hidden away somewhere in the city, but we were never able to confirm. I guess now we know. She's here, right in front of me, glowing like the sun, even in her sleep.
Tempting me, even in repose.
I should shimmy back down the tree and return another night, but I don't. I can't. She compels me toward her, beckoning like a siren. I slip through the window like a shadow, landing on silent feet beside the bed. I crouch at her side, watching.
I tell myself that's all I intend to do. Watch her. But even before I see the rope marks on her wrist, I know I'm a liar. I know I don't intend to leave here without her. But as soon as I see those, cold rage washes through me and everything that came before ceases to matter. That motherfucker has been tying her to her bed.
That ends here and now.
I have no right to take this girl from her bed. What happens to her isn't my business. But the monster inside me…the one that lives on blood and pain and the fucking misery I cause motherfuckers like her uncle? He disagrees. I'll take her just because I can. Just to remind her uncle that there are bigger monsters in this city than he could ever hope to be.
And this one just chose his queen.
She will be mine. Body and soul. I won't stop until she is. Whatever I have to do, no matter what it takes, this girl will belong to me.
I've broken every law there is to break. I've lied, cheated, robbed, and killed. I've never taken a woman against her will. I've never taken one to my bed at all, in fact. But this one leaves here with me tonight.
It isn't what I came here for, but it's how this night ends.
And when she wakes in my bed?
Well, she'll learn what it means to belong to me then. But hell itself won't stop me from taking her from this place.
Rafe won't like it. In fact, he'll be furious. Taking Cillian's niece? How many times have we made the same fucking mistake lately, and it's almost cost us everything? I know better. I just don't care.
This has nothing to do with Rafe, my oath, or La Cosa Nostra. This exists outside of La Cosa Nostra. This is bigger than my debt to Rafe. This is about Cillian and teaching him how the fuck to treat the women in his care. I've known men like him. One raised me. And because of him, my mother is dead. So is the woman who loved me when she couldn't. And I spent a lifetime searching for the sister she gave up because my father left her with nothing.
Men like them don't deserve to keep breathing. And men like me relish in punishing them for every fucking sin.
I drag myself away from the girl's bed long enough to slip downstairs to do what I came to do. When I step outside her room, my blood boils. The rest of the house is dead silent. Cillian doesn't even have a guard posted to keep watch. He's too arrogant, too confident in his safety here in his home. He's a fool.
Tonight, he'll pay for his arrogance when I take his niece from beneath his nose.