Page 137 of Forbidden Heroes

“Should I have O’Bryan escort you out?”

She shakes her head. “No, please, don’t. I didn’t mean to intrude, Mr. Savage. Honestly. Or cause a problem.” She presses her hands against my chest as she speaks and I grab her hands in mine. She lets a faint gasp slip from her perfect lips.

If that didn’t clue me in on how turned on by my touch she is, I see her pulse spike and eyes dilate.

“I was waiting for my uncle to arrive,” she continues in a soft voice. “As time passed and he didn’t come, I got bored waiting. I thought I would find a quiet place and enjoy the snowfall.” She tipped a chin toward the window looking out over the city from twenty floors up.

Each lie falls from her sweet lips effortlessly. But I didn’t blame her.

The little angel standing in front of me was a pawn in a very dangerous game her uncle wanted to play. One he would lose. Unlucky for him, I’m very good at games.

I’ve stared at pictures of her for the past three weeks. Planning and waiting. She’s too damn young to be caught up in such ugly shit. Too innocent and too fucking off limits. But none of that quieted a loud voice in my head.

The longer I stared at her picture the more determined I’ve become to erase the pain I see in her eyes. Whatever her secrets are I’ll find them out and replace each bad memory with something she can cherish for the rest of her life.

Like every angle in my life I stood back, calculated and measured before I swung. It was no different with Allison. From the first time I saw her picture I knew what I wanted. I wanted her. Need morphed into an obsession to have her and I always get what I want.

It didn’t take much effort to stand back and watch as her uncle buried himself in debt as he gambled away his fortune. I watched from the fringes as the greedy and broke man schemed with fellow board members to overthrow me and eliminate me from my own company. Naturally, he’d planned to become Savage Ink’s new CEO and earn the bigger lion’s share.

A fool’s move.

It’s my guess Shade couldn’t get enough members to flip on me so he stooped to sending in a minor for a little dirty blackmailing. It’s a good plan. One I planted in his head using my man on the inside.

But there’s no denying one fact. She was just shy of being legal and I still needed to be careful. God help me, the closer the hand on the clock got to midnight, the harder my cock got. Hell, a lesser man wouldn’t care about a few minutes, but I didn’t build a corporate empire to see it crumble at my feet no matter how tempting the virgin pussy.

Scarlet paints her cheeks and the book she clutches to her chest does nothing to hide the creamy curves of her breasts peeking out from a low-cut neckline that barely covers her nipples.

I trail a gentle finger down her cheek and watch a hint of heat come alive in her eyes. “Do you always sneak into strange men’s homes and raid their libraries? Or is there something special about me, angel? Something you have planned, perhaps?”

The thought of another man touching her sparks a fire of possessiveness in my gut and my fingers bear down on the hard shelf.

God, she’s beautiful and will be all mine.

I watch her as she gathers her scrambled thoughts and I hold my laugh at the tiny wrinkle that pops up from shock between her eyes at my question. She tries to harden her expression into a scowl but it just makes me want to kiss her more.

I keep that little fact to myself as she chews at the plumpness of her bottom lips and my gaze darts to the tiny movement. Her little tell gives away her nerves, but I’m not going to share that with her.

“Not normally, no. In fact, this is my first semi breaking and entering. If that. I mean I did come with an invitation, just not to your library.” She gives a tiny shrug of her delicate shoulder and sighs.“But special?” She considers me for a few moments and the skittishness melts away as she takes in my appearance.

“Maybe.” She finally offers with a tiny smile.

And here it comes. Time to play.

She clears her throat and turns in the tight space between us and returns the book to the shelf with one fleeting glance of appreciation. I catch a glimpse of more bruises on her arms when her wrap slips.

Fuck.

Ready to break something, anger burns through my veins, but I keep my outer appearance one of calm for her sake.

With a nonexistent social media to track her through, I turned to my personal lawyer for a little snooping and to dig up intel on short notice. I found her love of books and thirst for knowledge on par with my own. Instead of partying like most women her age, she preferred the solitude of the library. Graduated high school a year early and is sitting on a full ride to Brown University no less. Fucking impressive in anyone’s books.

I also noted she has no love interest. It wouldn’t matter if she did. A night with me and anyone else would be forgotten. I’d make sure of it.

It might make me no better than a rutting animal and I don’t know for sure, but I suspect she’s a virgin and for the last three weeks the need to be the one to stretch her pussy, claim her virginity, and mark her sweet, delicate body as mine has been the sole force fueling me.

She’s everything that makes up sweetness and sin. Fire and ice. And from the moment she steps into my home, my only thoughts are of never letting her go.

I want nothing more to see her belly grow with my baby, pump her full of my seed, and watch my cum drip from her newly fucked hole, and it makes my cock throb with the need to do it now.

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