Riley immediately lifted her head from where she'd been moaning and licking his neck in abandon. "Stay the fuck away from the garage," she moaned, nipping his ear. "You dent another one of my cars and I'll castrate you."He ignored her order and stabbed the code in, releasing the side garage door. She began struggling in his arms when she saw his intent. "No, Soloman, you'll wreck one of my beauties!"He took a fistful of her hair and brought her face up to his for a heated kiss, spearing his tongue into her mouth. She took a moment away from her protest to return his kiss with enthusiasm, wrapping her arms around his neck and rocking her hips against his flat stomach. He reached behind his neck and gently untwined her arms. She moaned in protest as he lifted her away from his body.Her sexy moan turned to a screech of horror when she saw exactly where he intended to set her down. "Oh no you fucking don't! We'll knock it over! I want to keep this one forever! It purrs like a kitten.
"Wake up, Riley."She moaned and tried to role away from the hands gently pulling her onto her back. She was exhausted and a little sore from Soloman's sexual demands throughout the night. The man was fucking insatiable! Not that she was complaining. Her body was aching in a happy way, but she was so not a morning person. Unless he was waking her up tell her the new car had arrived."Mmmmm, my new car here?" she mumbled into the bedding, rubbing a fist in her eye before attempting to crack it open."No," he chuckled and rolled her over more forcefully so she was facing him. She covered a yawn and shoved an elbow under herself in an attempt to prop herself up and give her a better glaring vantage point."Then why're you waking me up so ungodly early?" she complained, glaring past him through the uncovered patio door at the morning sunlit lawn like it was out to personally destroy her life.He was already wearing one of his incredibly mouth-watering dark suits with a crisp white shi
Riley immediately got over her revelation and decided how best to use it to her advantage. She would tell him exactly how she felt about him before he could beat her or do whatever evil thing he planned on doing to get Shank's name out of her. He hadn't pushed for a declaration out of her since admitting his feelings in her garage. Her dark, sinister man had simply waited and watched, giving her time to come to her own conclusion. He wasn't going to let her go. Presumably he had all the time in the world, anyway.And if that didn't work, she would distract him with mind blowing sex until he forgot what he wanted from her. And if that didn't work, she would make up a name and send him on a wild goose chase. Unfortunately, as an avid fan of The Simpsons, the only fake names she could come up with on the spot were Max Powers and Hooter McBoob. Somehow, she didn't think those names would throw him off the trail for long.She showered, washed her hair, blow dried it straight and pulled it
It took every ounce of self-control for Soloman to wait the half hour for Roman to get to him before tearing after Riley and the bastard that took her. He knew he had to be patient. Roman was with their information guy, getting what they needed and saving valuable time in the long run. Roman would make the smart decisions where Soloman was incapable at this time.As he looked down at the debris littering his once immaculate kitchen, rage unlike anything he'd ever known washed over him. It was the orange juice container and the liquid spilling across the floor that felt like a punch in the gut. Each breath he took felt like a vow to the woman he loved. He would find her. He would make the man that took her suffer in ways he couldn't even imagine.He stepped out the gaping back door and looked across the sandy coloured patio tiles, now splattered in blood. Two security guards dead. Geoff, who had apparently gone to get Riley out of the house, was fighting for his life while several oth
Riley didn't know when she fell asleep, or maybe she passed out, but she woke up to the rush of cool air on her overheated skin and blinding light. She moaned and lifted a hand weakly to shield her eyes. She began to realize she might be severely dehydrated when her hand refused to obey and only flopped beside her. She rolled her head and squinted as a shadow fell over her prone body."Ah my sweet angel, sorry you had to go through that," Shank said, reaching for her sweat-soaked body. She flinched away from him, but he wrapped one arm easily around her legs and another under her back.Her head lolled as he hefted her out of the trunk. Her fuzzy brain tried to decipher how long he'd driven with her in the trunk, but she couldn't seem to think straight. He cradled her against his chest, nuzzling his lips against her sweaty hairline. She wanted to shove him away, but her body just refused to obey."So fucking pretty, Reaper," he groaned in her ear, licking the sweat from her skin. She
"Put it on," he demanded.Her mouth fell open and she finally looked around. Where the fuck were they? She saw nothing but desert and scrub brush in both directions. He'd clearly pulled off the main highway and parked on some back road. And if he was intent on taking her across the border, then they must still be in the United States. Before she had a chance to ask he reached for the hem of her tank top and jerked it up."No!" she croaked, pulling back. The material ripped in his hands and without waiting for her to react, he tore the shirt right off her body, heedless of her struggles.Riley whimpered in protest, a new kind of panic welling up within her. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Was he about to rape her in the fucking dirt on the side of the road? She wasn't even wearing a damn bra. Her arms instantly clamped down across her breasts and she glared at him, her shoulders hunching protectively.He didn't seem intent on checking out her naked skin though, he was reaching for the dress and tryin
His.She finally belonged to him.Riley Anne Alvarez.It was too bad she had fought so hard. Even after he shoved more angel dust down his angel's throat in the church parking lot. He'd had to slap her a little until she was able to focus and answer the priest's questions at the correct time. The old man had looked concerned, until Shank'd shoved a gun in his face. Then he'd been happy enough to finish the ceremony, take the wad of bills from the groom and usher the couple quickly out.Riley lolled in his arms. He sat with her on the curb next to the church. She was in his lap with her head hanging off his elbow. He loved watching her sleep. No one could touch his angel in terms of beauty. Those lips and cheeks. She was one of a kind and she was all his.He wanted to fuck her bad. His dick was poking up at her where he sat on the pavement. But he wanted her awake and in a bed. It would be easy enough to put her in the backseat of the car, flip up her dress and fuck her raw. She wa
"Help!" Riley screamed into the stifling blackness, tears streaming down her cheeks.She knew she should preserve the precious fluid, but it wouldn't matter if she was going to die anyway. She'd been hallucinating and cooking for what felt like ages in the hot, dark trunk. She banged on the lid and yelled until she was exhausted and weak once more. She took another desperate gulp of water and pinched herself in an attempt to keep her eyes open. She knew she couldn't pass out again. She might not wake up.Her moronic husband (did Shank really force her to marry him?!) was going to accidentally murder her before he got them to where they were going. She moaned and clutched her aching stomach. She hadn't eaten since the day before. Maybe longer. Fuck, she had no idea how much time had passed since Shank had blown the shit out of her and Soloman's kitchen and stolen her right out of the house. She didn't know how much more punishment her body could withstand."Please... Soloman... find me,