Page 10 of Dangerous Proposal

My mind is filled with sounds from Evie, from the feeling of her tight pussy around my cock. I’ve had pussy before, but hers…it’s from another planet. She’s fucking perfect, made for me. I’m twice her age, but she makes me feel young and capable of anything. I’m already hyping myself up for round two, but this time, I’ll fuck her in a proper bed. I’ll take my time with her, so she’ll never doubt how special she is to me.

We’re about halfway to the staircase when Jace cuts us off. I shoot him a look, silently urging him to get out of our way. Doesn’t he see that I’m busy? I wouldn’t interrupt him if he was leading a beautiful girl to his room. I’ve got class.

“What?” I growl, pulling Evie a little closer to me, not in the mood for this.

He glances between us, clearly unsure of how much he should say. It pisses me off. I’ve never brought a woman back here, usually opting for hotel rooms when I need a quick release. Evie’s different, though. She’s special. Whatever he needs to say to me, he can do it in front of her. I make that clear.

“Just…” he trails off, scratching the back of his neck—a tell that he has news he knows I won’t like. “I think you should come see the guys we brought back.”

“I’ll deal with that later,” I say, resisting the urge to roll my eyes like I’m some teenager. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Yeah, Red. I know,” he says, forcing a polite smile at Evie. It looks more threatening than friendly, but I know he’s trying. “I wouldn’t interrupt if it wasn’t urgent.”

“It better be,” I snap, grinding my jaw. “But I’m not sticking around long. My men can handle things without me babysitting.”

“Of course,” Jace replies, nodding.

He doesn’t move, and I realize he’s waiting for me to walk with him. I grumble under my breath before finally conceding, “Let me take Evie up to her room. She’s had a long day, and I want her to relax.”

“Right, yeah,” he says, stepping aside so I can lead Evie up the stairs.

The tension in the air is palpable as I walk away from her. I hate that I have to leave her so soon, but there’s no other choice. The sooner I handle the mess downstairs, the sooner I can return to her. I know she’ll be fine. She’s strong, but I can’t ignore the gnawing feeling in my gut that she’s alone for now.

I glance back over my shoulder as I open the door to our room, guiding her inside. I catch the glimmer of curiosity in her eyes as she takes in the surroundings. Her gaze flits over the old furniture, and I see her press down on the memory foam mattress with a soft smile. It’s a simple room, but her interest makes me feel like I’m offering her something more than just a place to sleep.

“Take your time getting comfortable,” I say, setting her things on the recliner before sitting back and watching her. “There’s an en suite bathroom with a clawfoot tub. You should take a bath, relax while I take care of whatever Jace needs.”

She nods, though there’s a slight hesitation in her eyes. I know she has questions, but I don’t have time to explain everything right now. I’m already feeling the weight of what’s happening outside. The thought of being away from her, even for a few minutes, is unsettling. I can’t stand the idea of leaving her in this world for too long, not without me.

Before I leave, I take a deep breath, needing her to understand how serious this is. I need her to trust me. I turn back toward her, my voice firm. “And before I go,” I say, waiting for her to meet my eyes, “Don’t leave this room. I’ll talk to you when I’m done. This life is dangerous. Even stepping outside this room without me could put you in danger.”

She stares at me, wide-eyed, her face holding a trace of fear, and I hate seeing it. But I need her to understand. When she finally responds, “Okay. I will,” I exhale, relieved.

“Good,” I say, stepping toward her and lifting her chin gently. My lips crash against hers in a kiss that’s hard and desperate, as though marking her as mine. When I pull away, I murmur, “You’re mine. And after I finish, I won’t let you out of my sight. Do you understand?”

Her response is soft, but it settles something inside me. “Yes, I understand.”

I give her a nod and kiss her again, quick this time, before I turn to leave. The weight of the door clicking shut behind me makes my heart race. As I lock it from the outside, I send one of my men to stand guard. No one’s getting near her. Not now, not ever.

And with that, I head toward the basement, where the real work begins.

Jace doesn’t speak right away, but I can see the weight of the situation hanging over him. His brows are furrowed, lips pressed tight as he looks between the man we’ve captured and me. I know there’s something he’s not saying, but I don’t have time to drag it out of him.

"Boss..." He pauses, looking uncomfortable, and I feel my patience begin to fray. "This kid... He’s not just anyone. He’s not even just the president’s son. He’s the president’s only son."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I’ve seen the kid around the compound before, but I didn’t make the connection. He’s not just some unlucky goon caught in the wrong place. This is a damn problem. If I kill him, we’re looking at a war that we’re not fully prepared for.

I walk over to the kid, kneeling in front of him, my eyes locking onto his with a cold fury. The smug look is gone now. His eyes are wide with panic, and I can see the tension in his body. The arrogance he had earlier is replaced with fear. It’s almost… disappointing. I wanted a fight, but this kid clearly wasn’t built for it.

“Your father is going to be pissed when he finds out you’re down here in my basement,” I tell him, leaning in close enough to see the pulse hammering in his throat. “But here’s the thing, kid. You won’t be the first to go missing. You won’t be the last.”

I get to my feet, turning away from him and addressing my men. I need to think this through. This kid might be a pawn, but he’s a goddamn important one. His father won’t just let this slide, and there’s no guarantee that we’ll come out unscathed.

“We’re taking him with us,” I say finally, making the decision. “We’ll keep him alive. For now. Let’s get the other twoout of here, and when this is all over, we’ll figure out what to do with him.”

Jace looks relieved, but I can see the worry in his eyes. He knows just as well as I do that keeping the kid alive is a risk. But it’s a calculated one. If we take him, maybe we can use him as leverage, maybe not. But at least we’re not starting a war we can’t win.

I glance over my shoulder at the kid one last time, feeling a moment of uncertainty claw at me. The feeling passes quickly, and I dismiss it. I’m done feeling soft about this. He’s a problem, and I’m the solution.

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