Page 34 of Fiercely Protective

“That doesn’t make sense. Why would he do something that undoubtedly would bring the attention of the Bratva on him?”

“Money. They paid him rather well. He did say that the men who met with him all wore the same tattoo on their necks. Sound familiar?”

“You think whoever is behind the Armenian threat is also the one that paid him? They certainly are going to a lot of trouble.”

Nik took another sip of his drink. “Whoever is behind it is a fool. None of this makes sense and none of it is statistically beneficial to a takeover. It’s very amateurish and stupid. To be honest, I do not think there is much to fear.”

“They tried to assassinate you.”

Nik shrugged his shoulders. “But they didn’t succeed. Besides, why should I fear when you and Blaze are the main targets? And I don’t have a beautiful long-legged distraction as you do.”

“What are you going to do with him?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

I nodded as I walked toward the door.

“Rogue.”

I turned back to see Nik smiling. “Do try and stay alive. I would hate to have to deal with just Blaze anytime I visit Chicago.”

While I was angry at Nik for what he had done to Bri, I knew his reasons. As I walked to the car, I wondered how she would react to my next move and smiled. It was the reason for the phone call I received while at the table with Nik. Even before he questioned my motives, I had already decided what I needed to do. She would be furious and turning every ounce of her anger into passion would be a pleasure.

Blaze was waiting for me beside the car, his hands clenched into tight fists as he paced. Bri was seated in the backseat.

“I should have killed every one of those fuckers!”

I arched an eyebrow. “Nik meant no harm.”

“What did he do to her?”

“He just asked questions. Nik knows better than to hurt her. I need you to plan on attending the gala with us tonight and then go to the club, I have other plans for the evening.”

Blaze’s frown intensified. “Something that involves her, no doubt. Why can’t you just let her go, Rogue? Things are too dangerous. If you don’t focus on the damn Armenians or whoever else is behind the recent takeover attempts, you won’t have a dick to fuck her with. Get your head together. Women are meant to be fucked and discarded, nothing more.”

I moved around him toward the car. “Not this one. Will you be at the club or not?”

“I’ll be there, but heed the warnings you have been given, Rogue.”

I watched as he walked away and for a minute I wondered if I should listen to his advice and send her away, not for good,but at least until the danger had passed. I could send her to Alessio in New York. He would keep her from running as well as protect her. I opened the door and sat beside her. The driver had already been given instructions as to our next stop.

I looked over to see her sitting as close to the opposite door as possible. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she refused to look in my direction.

“I’m sorry if Nik frightened you.”

“I wasn’t afraid.”

“That is admirable of you and says a great deal about your fortitude and courage. I have seen grown men break down into tears when forced to kneel in front of Nik.”

She looked over at me but did not uncross her arms. “He didn’t force me to my knees, all he did was ask questions. I think he believes me to be some sort of spy.”

An image popped into my head of her being forced to her knees in front of me and my cock instantly stiffened as I thought of her pretty pink lips wrapping around my throbbing dick. I wanted to touch her. I reached over and pulled her toward me. My hand cradled her neck as I pressed her back against the seat. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to strip her naked and let my fingers pave the way for my tongue. She pressed against my chest, but I wasn’t ready to release her. I wanted to brand her, mark her, claim her as mine. The thought was driving me mad. I moved from her lips and sank my teeth into the side of her neck, eliciting a cry of surprise from her sweet lips. I sucked hard and then licked over the spot where my teeth marks were still evident.

“Soon everyone will know that you are mine, Angel.”

I moved back to her lips and swallowed the cry of protest before she could argue that point. Soon there would be no escape. I had already made the arrangements and then she would forever be trapped in the darkness and danger that was my life. A part of me felt guilty at what I was about to do, but then I remembered how it felt when I sank my cock into her virgin pussy, and the red-hot possessiveness that came over me earlier returned full force. She was made for me, and only me. The thought of any other man touching her and taking her to their bed made me homicidal. There was nothing else I could do to ease the fire inside me. No, I would not feel guilty for wanting her; I would not feel guilty for tying her to me forever. My hand moved up her skirt to touch the smooth silky skin of her thigh. I wanted to feel the warmth of her core; I wanted to thrust my fingers inside her and bring her pleasure, to feel her come on me.

I roughly pushed her legs farther apart and slid her panties aside before rubbing my fingers against her folds. My mouth swallowed her cries as I thrust two fingers inside her. My thumb rubbed over her clit, making her squirm against my hand. She was very passionate, and I looked forward to pushing her boundaries, to making her experience things she had not before.

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