Page 82 of Creed

“I want you so turned on that I’ll be able to smell you,” I say huskily, and her cheeks pinken. “I want you to feel the wetness you get only for me, soaking your panties.” Her breath hitches again, making me flash a smug smile. “I want to see your hard-rock nipples through your shirt, knowing that your tits are waiting for me. To touch, play with them, and to make you come without even touching your perfect, pretty pink pussy.”

She closes her eyes, leaning against me, and moans.

“But first, you’re going to meet my family, angel.”

Her eyes fly open in shock and a little horror, which makes me chuckle like the dick I am because she’s turned on. Horny as hell based on how she’s rubbing against me without even realizing it.

“I can’t… not like this, not right now.”

I lift her hand and graze my lips over her palm. “Yes, you can… like this, right now. Because you’re. My. Good. Girl.” I know how my calling her that affects her.

She groans, closing her eyes. “Don’t add to this, you bastard.”

Taking her hand, I rub it over my rigid length, just barely keeping control and not unleashing the beast from its cage to sink into her wet heat. “This is yours, my cock, every drop of my cum. It’s yours and only yours.”

“Forever and ever. Amen.” She licks her lips, looking at her small hand over the big bulge in my pants.

“We’ll meet the family.” I pull her hand from my aching cock, lift it to my mouth, and bite the tip of her finger I’m going to put a ring on soon. “Then I’m going to reclaim that perfect cunt.”

Her blush deepens at my vulgarity and her pupils dilate even more.

She’s such a paradox—a sweet, innocent angel mixed with a siren who loves the dirty and naughty. And I’ll embrace that.

I want to drench her in my cum, a nice cream pie right on her pussy, then have her walk around in beautiful, expensive clothes with my cum still coating her skin. I want her marked with my seed, my essence, my scent, all while looking like the innocent angel.

“Come on, angel.” I help her into her jacket, then kiss her lips chastely, hold her hand, and lead her from the plane.

Massimo’s armored Rolls Royce waits for us, parked next to the plane’s steps. Andro’s already in the vehicle, and Gabriele opens the back door, and I usher Sophie inside. A console separates the back seat. My big brother is still single and doesn’t have a woman he wants easy access to with the big bulky console in the middle, but the seats have leg rests.

“Thanks, Gabriele,” I say as he climbs into the driver’s seat.

He turns around, his eyes curious on Sophie. “I’m glad you all made it here safely.”

“Angel, this Gabriele, he’s a close family friend.”

Sophie flashes him a shy smile. I can see her hesitant uncertainty despite hiding it well.

“Hello, Miss Sophie, it’s a pleasure.”

“Just Sophie is fine,” she replies quickly, her unease at any formality of title or position within my family obvious. But she’ll have to get used to it because she’ll be a member of the Santoro family. Even if she and I have nothing to do with the criminal underworkings, the respect and power are hers to own and take.

Reaching over the console, I take her hand. She turns from the window and lifts her beautiful eyes to me—they're sad and haunted. Her father—whatever his intent is or role with Morales that he’d risk his life by pissing off his cartel, who’s most definitely not the kind of employer to piss off—had come for her, sent men, aimed a gun at her. She stares at our intertwined hands, looking like the weight of the world is on her, and I remember that she wanted to tell me about her father.

“Whatever you want to share with me, angel,” I remind her.

“After my mom died…" Her gaze rises to meet mine as I rub my thumb over the back of her hand. "I sought out my dad. I-I think he intended to give me to one of the lieutenants in his cartel. That’s why I never had contact with him again.”

Andro turns to look at me, and Gabriele meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. My jaw clenches, and my nostrils flare, but I don’t react otherwise.

“I was frightened he’d come to my grandparents' home and grab me before I left for school. I felt safe here. I was stupid to think that… that he’d never come for me.” She squeezes her eyes shut.

“His days are numbered, angel.” Her gorgeous orbs fly to mine. “I will end him if I have to, Sophie.” I’ll do anything, break whatever fucking law I have to, to protect her. “However, I’m certain the Garcia Cartel will do that work for me.”

“Bane and Army said he entered another cartel’s territory,” she says.

My jaw clenches, wondering what else they let spill.

“Why would he do that?” She searches my face as if I might hold the answer. “It makes no sense.”

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