Page 15 of Loyalties & Longings

Blaze

Opening the passenger door for Lake, I usher her into the car.

“What’s going on? What has happened? Is Dad okay?” She shoots the questions at me one after another, not even bothering to wait for my reply to one before asking the next.

“Enzo is fine, Lake.” I place my hand on her thigh above her knee, trying to calm her. Her skin is stone cold to the touch. Reaching over into the back seat, I retrieve my jacket. Not wanting her to fall sick from the chill, I open it up, lay it across her lap, and crank the heater.

Reassuring her, I explain, “He was just calling us to check that we were okay. Massimo called him, saying he got into a fight and was making his way to Doc’s house. Your dad wants us to come home. He doesn’t like the thought of you being out without both of us protecting you, especially since he knows Massimo was in a fight. That’s all.”

She gives a scoff and a little shake of her head. “I’m more unsafewithMassimo than without him.” From what I’ve seen this past week, I can say with certainty that she’s not wrong. But then my thoughts go even further, growing darker still.Is she really even safe with me, though?

My grip on the steering wheel tightens so much that the material squeaks under my grasp, and my knuckles turn white.

Without a doubt, I’d protect this woman with my life. Aside from the fact that she is my boss’s daughter, there’s something in her that calls to me. I’m not sure I can control myself, though, with these damn urges. All of the sick, dangerous, and sadistic shit she makes me want to do to her.

I’m a fucking monster, sitting here thinking of all the nasty stuff I could do to her while her dad is at home, concerned forher safety. Lake is so goddamn gorgeous and seems so innocent, and all I want to do is ruin her.

Suddenly, a thought invades my mind—one I haven’t even considered until this moment. I wonder if she’s into kinky shit like hair-pulling and choking. The thought of her hair wound around my fist as I pound into her, yanking her head back, exposing the soft skin of her neck to me, sends tingles all through me before they settle in my crotch.

My dick takes this moment to remind me that it’s still hard as a diamond and throbbing, waiting for a release. I shift in my seat and notice Lake staring at my crotch as I adjust myself again. I catch the smirk on her face before she diverts her eyes and tries to cover her expression with her hair.

This cheeky-yet-sexy woman.

“It’s not funny,” I growl, trying to hold back a small laugh. “Youdid this to me. You are so damn sexy, and I want to do really bad things with you. It’s killing me. My balls are so painful right now.”

She gives a little shrug and chuckle then says, “We could have done something about it back there in the alley.” Her voice drips with coyness. “But now we have to get back to the house. Dad is expecting us. Opportunity missed,” she adds nonchalantly. She is honestly the sexiest little cocktease. I mean, I get it. Massimo must be feeling the same.

But fuck me, at least wait for a damn sign. It’s one I know she won’t give him. She all but gave it to me, though, and this damn siren is going to be the death of me.

“Yes, no time to stop,” I say begrudgingly.

The faster I can put some distance between us, the better. For her anyway.

Chapter Ten

Lake

After our little sexual banter, the rest of our drive home is silent. Blaze pulls into our driveway and cuts the engine. We both sit in the quiet car, unsure of whether the other will speak. Feeling as though the silence needs to be broken, I turn to Blaze, not sure what I’m about to say, given the thick sexual tension between us. He turns his head to me, too, hunger in his eyes.

Starting, I try to be honest and straight to the point. “Look, I don’t know what this is between us, but we need to sort it out before it starts to cloud your judgment toward your work. The last thing Dad needs is something going wrong during a run or a deal or whatever it is you do.”

He pushes back into his seat, hands on the steering wheel, and drops his head back against the headrest. Looking absolutely delicious and so frustrated, he takes his time to think of a reply. He lets out a big sigh. “Lake, there isn’t anything between us.”

Ouch, much?

My whole body must have shown disappointment, mostly in myself for reading this whole thing wrong. He quickly adds, “It’s not that I don’twantanything between us. Fuck. You are fucking gorgeous and a little sassy too. What I wouldn’t give to be in between those sweet thighs of yours.” He scrubs his hands over his face before adding, “But I would tear you apart physically and mentally. I want to do things to you that you couldn’t even imagine. I want to do crazy, dangerous, wild, fucked-up shit to you that you probably couldn’t handle. I will no doubt fucking break you, Lake.”

Holyshit.

I can feel heat rising along my neck and across my cheeks.Thank God it’s dark inside the car. This man has no idea that it’s exactly the type of shit I’m into. I’m so glad I was right about him being into it too. Speechless, I keep staring at his silhouette, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard. He turns his head toward me again, waiting for a reaction or a reply, any sort of response.

“We’ll just see what happens.” I reach for the door handle but turn back to look at him, hoping I’m pulling off that sexy look you see in the movies. “You never know… I may like it,” I say with a quick grin before opening the car door and then slamming it behind me.

I don’t look back, knowing he’ll be watching as I walk up to the house with the biggest smile on my face. The look on his face was priceless, seeing his jaw drop open when I shut the car door. I will my legs to keep taking step after step to get me to the front door—they feel like Jell-O at the thought and excitement. My anticipation that I may just be a little bit closer to finally having sex with Blaze after six years builds. And potentially, I’ll get the deviant sex I’ve been dying for my entire sexually active life.

When I enter the house, Dad pokes his head up from his paperwork long enough to see who just walked through the door. When he sees that it’s me, he drops what he’s doing and comes over to grill me. No doubt, he wants to know what went down at the club.

“Lake, are you all right?” he asks, looking me up and down, searching for any sign of injury.

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