Page 11 of Innocent Intentions

Her eyes dart to her hand, still holding the Amex. “It’s on your card. I read it when I was leaving the shop.” She thrusts the card up like it’s evidence.

I snatch it from her hand and slide it into my pocket. I don’t give her an inch of space to escape. My arm comes back up, keeping her trapped.

What the fuck am I going to do with you?

I can’t let her go.

Best-case scenario? She’s just an innocent bystander who witnessed way too much. Worst-case scenario? She’s with the Bratva, and the moment I drop my guard, she’ll come at me.

But I’m starting to suspect she’s telling the truth. Viktor would have to be a moron to send her to get me. Unless he sent her to seduce me.

If I can’t let her go, thatonly leaves one option.

I have to take her.

But where? And for how long?

I just need enough time to think. We can’t linger in this alley. Someone might find us. She hasn’t fought me yet, but I know it’s coming.

She looks like a fighter.

The thought has my dick twitching.

Not the time or place, Matthias Junior.

I take my first real look at her.

She’s short, maybe five foot four at most. Thick, curly light brown hair that looks too soft not to touch flows around her shoulders. I have to stop myself from picking up a piece. Big brown eyes. Fair skin, with a blush creeping up her face and neck. And fucking freckles.Stunning.

And her lips? Plump. Rosy. Perfect for biting.

I let my gaze drop and nearly groan.Fuck.

She’s in a sweatshirt and those tight, athletic, spandex pants that chicks wear. They look absolutely provocative on her. I need to see her ass in them. I know it’ll be sinful.

She’s all curves. Soft. Plush. She’s small enough that I can toss her around, but thick enough that I won’t have to worry about breaking her.

An image flashed through my mind of me, throwing her onto my bed, gripping her hips, pounding into her until she’s screaming my name.

“You could let me go,” she says sweetly. “I promise I won’t say anything about anything.”

The fantasy vanishes.

After months of not being interested in any women, why is this the time Matthias Junior decides to make an appearance?

It’s this woman. She’s downright stunning.

I drag my gaze back to her. She looks up at me with those big eyes full of hope.

Once I process what she said, I have to hold back a laugh. It’s cute she thinks she has a chance of getting away from me.

“That’s not going to happen, sweetheart. I need you to come with me.”

I give her my signature grin. The one that’s gotten me plenty of women.

She smiles back. “Oh, that’s quite alright. I think I’ll just go back and get my coffee. I’m supposed to meet my boss. He’s probably looking for me.”

She says it so sweetly, so innocently, that if I didn’t catch the slight edge to her stare, I’d believe her.

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