Page 83 of Coerced Kiss
“Keep them on your lap, test their drinks for poison, and feed them only the food they prefer.”
I raise a brow. “Isn’t that the norm?”
“Not by a long shot. On the few dates I’ve been, I had to fight my way to the bar to buy cheap beer for us. Half of the time, the guy got the last seat, which left me standing. If dinner was involved, I ordered whatever I could afford. No one paid attention to my menu choices. When it was time to go home, we said our goodbyes before I walked to the nearest subway station.”
What she tells me makes my vision fray around the edges. I plant my hands around her middle and turn her to face me. “I have two things to say to you. One, those assholes who treated you like that deserve to die. Two, don’t tell me about the times you were out with other men unless you want me to force their names out of you and go after every single one of those losers and kill them. Got that?”
She stares at me with big eyes.
“Actually, make that three things.” I take her hand and cup it over the raging hard-on in my pants. “This isn’t for all women. This is only for you.”
She opens and closes her mouth, looking as surprised—shocked maybe—as I am, because I didn’t plan on telling her that.
Kevin pulls up, but neither of us moves.
Her warm palm on the achingly hard length of my cock feels so good I’m tempted to lock my fingers around her wrist and use her hand for my selfish pleasure. Alas, we’re out in the open. More importantly, she’s outside in the cold.
Setting her hand free from where I trapped it, I open the car door and grip her fingers to help her down the sidewalk. “Careful. There’s a step.”
She lets me bundle her inside the back and secure her seatbelt.
When I shift onto the seat next to her, she shoots me a sidelong look.
“What?” I say, my voice thick with the lust that’s been riding me hard since she walked into my life.
Biting her lip, she puts her hand on my thigh. The touch is tentative and uncertain. Sweet.
“The other night in your kitchen … you made me feel good,” she says when Kevin pulls off. “I want to return the favor.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “What exactly are you offering?”
She clears her throat. “You know.”
“There are five possibilities in that equation—hands, mouth, tits, ass, and pussy.”
In the dim door lights, her cheeks flush tomato red.
“Hands?” she says with too much uncertainty for someone who just signed up to get me off.
Covering her hand with mine, I say, “I don’t want your favors. Come to me again when you really want to do it, and I’ll consider your offer.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Anya
The man next to me is confusing. Everything about him is a contradiction. I’ve seen how dangerous he is, yet with me, he’s strangely protective. He’s a vicious criminal but a perfect gentleman. There’s a sharp edge to his anger, a darkness inside him that sends a shiver down my spine, and at the same time, he’s so beautiful it hurts to look at him. He’s a killer, a man no one wants as an enemy, but he’s the most attentive date even though it was only a fake date.
He doesn’t abide by the law, but he lives by his own code of conduct. He’s not a mafia boss, but he’s the most powerful man in their circle. Luigi may be at the head of the organization, but Saverio runs the show. It’s plain to see. I only had to watch them in action tonight to know who calls the shots. He’s careful around Luigi, but he didn’t hesitate to tell him not to smoke in the presence of the women, and he only insisted because I’m pregnant.
I shouldn’t appreciate his consideration, but there’s no arguing that I’m grateful. I even admire him for it. He doesn’thave to look out for my baby’s wellbeing. He doesn’t owe me a single thing. In that lies the problem. I despise him for forcing me to pretend that we’re together and to lie about the murder I witnessed because he needs an alibi. Yet his thoughtful acts make it difficult to dislike him completely. No one has ever treated me with so much consideration aside from Livy. Certainly no man. With Saverio, I feel both protected and unsafe.
Yep.
Confusing.
On the one hand, he frightens me, and on the other, he sends chills of pleasure through my body with a single brush of his fingers. In the short time since I was unlucky enough to cross his path, he touched me with the intention to harm and to please. He pressed a knife against my stomach and slid his finger inside me. I never know if he’s going to kill me or make me come. I’m always on my guard with my life being in the balance. And then I sleep like a baby in his bed because the men who want me dead can’t get to me there. No one can.