Page 27 of Scarred Heir
Sable wasn’tmy type of girl. I was into women who knew I was only there for the sex. In return, I bought them expensive things. Occasionally, I took them on impulsive, exotic vacations. After a week or so, I moved on. No one felt bad. Everyone got what they wanted.
No attachments. No expectations.
I had broken every rule in my ‘being a mafia dick’ playbook in a matter of three hours with this one. I had never brought a woman into my bedroom before. But now that she was here, she could be a useful asset.
She gazed down at the floor, shielding her haunting eyes from me. Maybe that was a good thing. If I had to pinpoint the reason I had lost all of my sense when it came to her, those eyes would be it. She could make me drop my guard with one unassuming glance.
No one had that kind of influence over me, and I wasn’t sure Iliked it.
“You said you wanted to get to know me a little better.” She peeked up at me through her long lashes, tempting me with her shy demeanor. “There isn’t much to tell.”
“You’ve got a story.” I tilted her chin, catching her in my stare. “I know a lot more than you think.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not the type of guy who would move someone into their home if I hadn’t thoroughly investigated her.” I ran my thumb over her pretty, pink lips. “I’m not stupid.”
“It’s only been a few hours since you asked me to come here.”
“I work fast.” I circled my thumb along her lips. “But to be fair, I’ve had a week to find out what I needed to know.”
“Why did you look into me after our initial meeting?”
“I had a feeling that wouldn’t be the last time our paths would cross.” I trailed my hand down her throat. “I have impeccable instincts. You needed me long before you approached me.”
“You paid my rent.” The realization flashed in her expression. Maybe she had good instincts too.
“You couldn’t.” I slipped my jacket that she still wore off her shoulders and tossed it on the bed. “Chance certainly couldn’t.”
“Why would you do that?”
“I have my reasons.”
I undid the buttons on her shirt, revealing a simple, strapless, black bra. No fancy lace or expensive silk. I would have to rectify that. She wasn’t the most voluptuous woman I had ever encountered, but she had incredible breasts.
“Those reasons seemed to have paid off,” I said.
“I shouldn’t be responsible for you paying my rent.” She sucked in a breath when I pushed the shirt from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. “I didn’t ask you to dothat.”
“You’re right.” I kissed her neck, hoping to stop her trembling, but it seemed that the more I touched her, the more anxious she became. Her anxiety wasn’t the only thing that grew. My cock wanted me to stop screwing around and relieve some of my tension. “I won’t add that to your tab, because I did that to be kind.”
“I don’t know anything about you.”
“You knew enough to come to me when you were in trouble.” I lifted her arms over her head. “Clasp your hands around here.” I assisted her in doing what I wanted, threading her fingers together so the bedpost was between them. “Don’t move.”
I fought the urge to restrain her with my belt, but she was already so jittery. I needed to give her time to adjust to me, but that didn’t mean that I had to be a complete boy scout.
“I gave you the opportunity to take your clothes off.” I pressed my lips to the corner of her mouth. “You didn’t comply, so now I’m going to do it.”
“I don’t feel comfortable taking my clothes off in front of you like I’m some sort of merchandise that you need to inspect.”
“You were very comfortable asking me for money though.” Her lips tightened when I ran my hand through her hair and down her back. “I wouldn’t have put it as coldly as you, but since you referred to yourself as merchandise, I’m not going to argue. You belong to me. Bello has received his money, so your precious brother is safe from him, but I can’t say the same for you when it comes to me.”
When I unhooked her bra, she let go of the bedpost and covered her breasts with her hands. I unbuckled my belt.
“Put your hands back where I told you to keep them or Iwill tie you to the post with my belt.” I dropped my gaze to her chest. “Your choice.”
She draped her hair over her breasts before raising her arms and clasping her hands around the post. Her modesty was alluring in a strange and annoying way. I was used to women who spread their legs for me whenever and wherever I wanted.
