Page 16 of The Mobster's Flower

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart,” I tell her, choosing not to disclose that I did in fact have a gun which is now safely tucked under the driver’s seat, though I’d neverbe careless enough to wave it around. She was too preoccupied humping my cock earlier to notice me discreetly tuck my gun away. I have way too many people seeking to take my position for me to be unarmed.

“I did catch the faint spicy and sweet aroma of tobacco on your shirt.” Rue leans in and buries her face in my collar, inhaling deeply before humming in her throat, the move causing my cock to twitch in my pants. “It’s like a deep, smoky, chocolatey scent. Smells so good.”

Her warm breath caresses my skin, and I savor the feeling before combing my fingers through her thick red hair and tugging her head from my neck. “If you don’t want me to rail this pussy again right now, you better stop, little girl.”

Her cheeks flush in heat, and she looks away, which is a stark contrast from the girl who was begging me to have make her come only minutes ago. I scoff at her sudden shyness and reach to the front to grab the pack of wipes in the glove compartment. If possible, her cheeks flare even deeper when I run the wet wipes between her thighs, cleaning away the combined evidence of our releases.

“I’ll do it,” she chokes out, her hands closing over mine, but I don’t let her. This is the one thing I can do for her. Seeing the evidence of her lost virginity just affirms what I’ve been telling her this entire time.

That she’s mine.

Touching her like this causes my cock to twitch with the need to be inside of her, and I have to push back that feeling. I try to straighten her dress, but it’s in tatters. Maybe I should have been a little more careful with her clothes considering that we’ll have to drive back to town.

“There isn’t much of your dress left,” I tell her, and she chuckles, her eyes bright with mirth when I turn to look at her.

“I’m staying with my aunt. Do you think she’ll notice if I sprint buck naked from your car into her house?”

“She and everyone in Valor Springs. They will be talking about till Christmas.”

“Oh, I just moved here. I don’t want that to be the first thing people say about me.”

I look around the car and spot my jacket, grabbing it to drape it over her shoulders. “We’ll stop by my place and get you something from Arya’s room.”

“You don’t think she’ll mind, do you?”

“I don’t.”

I move to the front seat and she climbs in next to me. I give it a few moments before finally pulling out and back to the road. When I brought her here, I didn’t expect this would happen.

I’d hoped that it wouldn’t.

This girl was having a hard time, and I didn’t want to take advantage of that. With her voice and with her touch, Rue managed to chip away at my steel control, and now we’re at a point of no return. I am a man entrapped in the flower that is this girl, and I don’t want to get out.

Chapter Seven

Rue

“Young lady, stop right where you are!”

I flinch and close my eyes, hoping that Aunt Annie is talking on the phone or perhaps watching the TV. This is something I used to pull off with my mother when I was younger. If I stay still and don’t move, maybe she’ll think she misheard and that I’m not actually coming home after all.

Well, the trick doesn’t work on my aunt because she rounds the corner and tuts at me. I whirl around to find her a severe look on her face. “Annie…”

“Don’t ‘Annie’ me, you little brat. Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”

“I sent you a text—”

“That you were fine, yes. I got your text. Hours ago,” she says, reaching up to shake a finger at me. “You were with Vlad all afternoon and night. The last I heard from you, you were going to get a ride home. Then nothing. You didn’t answer when I called. How did you expect me to get a wink of sleep?”

I blush when she mentions the name. When Vlad took me back to his place—which is an inadequate way to refer to the gorgeous mansion that he and his sister live in—it was never myintent to stay the night. I was planning to grab a shower, borrow some of Arya’s clothes, and then get the hell out, except, well…

Things didn’t go as planned.

Vlad joining me in the shower wasn’t part of the plan and neither was him carrying me back to his bed and licking my most intimate places like I was his favorite treat. Christ, even thinking about it sends my pulse racing, and I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips.

“Oh my God!” Annie gasps, and I am snapped back to the present to find her eyes wide with shock.

“What?”

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