I wedged the phone between my chin and my shoulder, waited for it to be picked up on the other end. "Come on." I eased my body away from the woman and helped slide her down the wall so she was flat on the floor. I watched her chest to make sure it was still moving. "Who is this?" a gruff voice demanded over the line. "I've got a brunette woman in my arms. She's passed out in the stairwell of General Mercy Hospital.""If you've hurt her, I'll fucking tear your life apart," he said. I snarled. "Would I be calling you if I planned to hurt her? Who are you?" I didn't need this shit on top of the rest of my day. Try to be a good Samaritan and it bites you on the ass."Which stairwell?" he demanded."Who are you?" People did not talk to me like that. The man obviously had no idea who he was talking to. At the moment, it was not the blessing it usually was. Now it just annoyed the fuck out of me."I'm the man who's going to kill you if you take her somewhere. Where the fuck a
Rafe's warm hands supported me as I tried to get my fuzzy brain to clear. He helped me get the t-shirt on and my arms through the sleeves. "Where am I again?"He pulled the material down my torso. "Ryker Penn's penthouse apartment downtown. He rescued you from the hospital." I shook my head. "What happened? Last thing I knew I was trying to escape from the hospital room. Where was Dom?" I heard the betrayal in my voice. Hoped the youngest Amatucci brother hadn't. "He got a call. Someone said Momma had fallen, that she'd been taken to the emergency department." Rafe's voice was a hard, sharp blade.Once he got me situated to his liking, he turned me and propped me up against the raised bed. He looked at my eyes, pulling the lower lids down softly. "Follow my finger with just your eyes."I obediently moved my eyes from left to right. He let out a huge breath. "Thank fuck. Your eyes are tracking and your pupils are the same size." He reached forward, poked gently at the bac
"You can sleep with me, Tali," I said as Rafe kissed my forehead and left for his first floor apartment. She gave a sexy purr. "Anytime, anywhere." She blew me a kiss. I laughed. "I said sleep. You can't get in my pants that easily.""Pfft. I could if I wanted to. I know all the tricks." She helped me from the stool, holding my hands as I waited for the trembling in my legs to stop long enough for me to walk. "Yeah, because I taught them to you," I said. "And the student becomes the master." I snorted. "Maybe with the weak willed men you tend to surround yourself with. I think there's a closet sub in there somewhere. Even if just in the bedroom."She laughed, the sound big and beautiful. "Oh girl. I'd eat a man like that alive. No one gets to tell me what to do.""Except for the boys and Papa," we said in unison. Smiled at each other. "And they don't count," she said as we stepped around my oversized couch. "Besides, I think I'm going to take a page from your bo
"Please, Mr. Penn. Please," her voice was high pitched and shaky as she begged me. The muscles of her legs stood out in relief as she straddled the Hitachi without coming. If she came without permission, everything would end. The worst sort of torture for a masochist was no torture at all. I flicked the chain that connected the clover clamps attached to each of her nipples. Her body rippled as I forced more sensation on her. I leaned down, grabbed her chin. Bringing her face up to mine, I took her mouth. Claimed her lips and tongue with my own. As she was sinking into the kiss, I pulled away. Pushed her head down to my waiting cock. As her lips closed around the mushroom head, I wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed. Synra had a list of hard limits that I could count on one hand. She loved everything right on the edge. And I loved giving it to her. With almost clinical detachment, I monitored her body. The red flush of her face, the straining of her muscles. The
I groaned as I rolled over. My legs felt like they each weighed a thousand pounds. From my hips to my toes, everything hurt. Pretty sure even my knee pits hurt. How was that even possible?I eased my feet over until they dangled over the edge of the bed. The rest of my legs felt like I had steel in my veins that kept them from bending. I looked down. The bruising had spread. Blacks, blues, purples, and reds decorated me from mid-thigh down. I twisted my legs to the side. Instead of the colors staying on top of my legs, it had wrapped me in the colors until each leg looked like some kind of gothic candy cane. "Holy cannoli," I muttered. Mmm. Cannoli. My stomach chose that moment to assert its dominance in our relationship. It grumbled. Loudly.Tali turned over. "I heard that. Time to feed the beast." I looked over my shoulder, watched her get out of bed. Even in her cotton PJs, she looked like a model. Not a single strand of greasy hair or bags under her eyes. If I didn'
I clenched my back teeth as my formal name spilled from her lips. She didn't have a fucking clue what was going on, but her submission was about to land her under me. I'd give her some damned waves to ride. "Get the fuck on, Penn," Domenico barked. Thank fuck he couldn't see my face. He'd have me shot and buried so fast, Willow's legs would still be black and blue. I winced again as I looked at her legs. They were perfectly shaped. Her hips plush enough to grip and not hit bone. Her legs would look fucking fantastic around my waist. "Mr. Penn?" Willow said softly. Her eyelids fluttered as if she were getting ready to open her eyes again. I growled at her. They lay still once more. Fuck. I needed to get her moving and get the fuck out of here. She was bad for my wellbeing. "Okay, Willow, put your hands on my waist." Did I really need her touching me to maneuver her body? No. But no one else needed to know that. Her hands lifted slowly, a furrow tugged at her brow
I bit my lip at the confused look on his face. It wasn't really his fault. I had a tendency to want to bake when I was turned on. I chuckled mentally-at least something good came of my aroused states. All the cookies, pies, brownies, cakes, confections a person could ever ask for. They also gave me a lot more pleasure than sex. I sighed. Oh well. Something over his shoulder pulled my attention. Tali stared at me like I had asked Ryker to eat my...cookie...in the middle of the room full of her brothers. We knew each other too well if she could decode my offer to bake for the man. "How are you feeling?" Tali asked, a strange note in her voice. All eyes turned to me. Damn it. Center of attention was nowhere I ever wanted to be. I nodded. "Good."Dom came over and grabbed my hand. "Come on. Let's feed you before you get too much hangrier." He pulled me after him. I tripped over my feet and almost crashed through the glass coffee table. "Amatucci, you asshole," Ryker
What the fuck had I been thinking, charging into Willow's bathroom like a hero? I hadn't been thinking. That was the problem. The whole fucking point. She'd needed help and I'd just reacted. Like metal to a magnet, I was drawn to her. That shit stopped today. Right now. From the sounds of things, she had enough men in her life who were more than willing to take a bullet for her. The only bullet I'd take was the one I'd put in her pussy before I fucked her. "Penn, are you even fucking listening?" Amatucci snarled as his driver took us to the District Attorney's office. I flipped through my short term memory. "You want to know what other evidence I have. Well, you're just going to have to find out when I tell Jerrod. I don't share my secrets, Amatucci. Get used to it."He mumbled under his breath. Something about torture and pain. I blocked it out. I was used to people being pissed off with me. A good ninety-nine percent of them always were. I didn't mind in the least. Usually