Page 12 of Innocent Intentions

Maybe her boss is waiting for her, but he’s getting stood up today.

“Let’s go. You’re coming with me.” This time, it’s a command.

It must set her off because before I know it, she’s pushing me, trying to escape.

She shoves at my chest, but she’s not nearly strong enough to make me budge. Even through my button-up, her hands scorch me.

I grab her wrists with one hand and pin them against the brick above her head. She starts struggling in full earnest, shimmying around, trying to break free.

With every move, she rubs against me, her tits pressing into my chest. She doesn’t seem to notice.

But Matthias Junior sure as hell does.

This shouldnotbe making me hard.

I’m not some sick fuck that gets off on forcing women. Every woman I’ve been with has wanted me. Has practically begged for my cock.

I step aside just in time, dodging a knee aimed straight for my balls.

See, I knew she was a fighter.

I can’t stop my grin.

“No! You can’t take me! I won’t go with you! You’re a killer!” she yells. “Let go of me, you sick bastard!”

Luckily, the street is far enough away and the traffic too loud for anyone to hear her. But we need to get moving before someone steps out of the building.

She stomps on my foot hard.

Fucking hell. She just crushed my genuine leather loafers.

I bite back a curse, but she’s already gearing up to do it again.

“That’s enough!” I say exasperatedly.

I grab her waist and throw her over my shoulder.

My muscles protest at the sudden movement. “Not warmed up for this shit.” I grunt.

Shescoffs. “Seriously? If I’m too heavy for you, then just let me go.”

I laugh at that. “Spitfire, I could bench double your weight. You’re not even close to heavy. Plus, I like some meat on my women.”

To prove my point, Ipather ass.

She inhales sharply, caught off guard. If she were in front of me right now, she’d see just how much I like her jiggly body.

“No! Someone! Help me!” she screams.

I shift her slightly so she can see my gun in my waistband.

“If anyone comes over and tries to help you, I will shoot them.” My deadly voice leaves no room for doubt. “You know I’ll do it. You just saw me do it to these two. Do you want more blood on your hands?”

I channel Roman, making sure I sound as merciless as possible.

“And I’ll cut out your tongue,” I add just because that part of the conversation really seemed to stick with her.

She freezes.

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