I didn’t plan this. I didn’t expect it. But now, whatever control I’ve maintained around her before is over. My hands hold her tightly as the growl rumbles in my throat. Annabelle gasps quietly, and her tongue slips over her plump lips, making them glisten. Yeah, good-fucking-bye, self-control.
I lean down, my lips find hers, and I kiss her hard. Annabelle moans into me as she falls against my chest. Her hands grip at my muscles, and suddenly, our lips are parting and our tongues slide together. I grunt as the kiss deepens, and my hands tighten their grip on her. I push her back, my heart thundering as I pin her to the wall and kiss her deeply. She gasps and moans, kissing me right back, and her hands slide over my chest.
I kiss her hungrily, and my hands move to her waist and then slide lower behind her to cup that perfect ass. I grip it tightly, and she moans eagerly. Her moans drive me wild, and I grind my cock against her, making her gasp into my lips. One hand slides lower and grabs the back of her thigh, lifting her leg up to my hip and pushing her skirt high. I press against her, and I know damn well she can feel my swollen dick hard against her pussy through those pink panties.
My lips stay glued to hers, and the kiss deepens as I taste her tongue with mine. A beast roars inside of me, and my hand slides up her side to cup her full, soft tit. My thumb discovers her hard nipple through the tank top, and I brush it back and forth as she moans into my mouth. I can feel the wet heat between her thighs, and it makes me cock even harder as I lust for more.
But then suddenly, she pulls away, and then pushes me back.
“I…I forgot my purse,” she mumbles quickly. She’s red-faced and panting heavily, and her green eyes are on fire. She looks quickly over to the ledge next to the sink, to the designer bag I didn’t even see. She snatches it and looks back at me with a pale face. Her lips are swollen from my mouth, and I like that they are. It’s like I’ve marked her as mine.
“Goodnight.” She rushes the word out before she turns and runs back through the reception area and out the door into the night. My heart races, and my whole damn body is clenching and on edge when I shut the door. I groan and lean against it, and then my hand moves on its own accord, sliding down my bare torso until I’m cupping the fat bulge in my jeans.
I squeeze my dick and groan, feeling how fucking hard she’s got me. My pulse quickens as I reach for my zipper. All I want is release. I’m seconds away from pulling my big cock out and jerking off there against the door. But something stops me. I’ve battled temptation all day. I’ve restrained myself and kept myself from going there in my head. But that was before the girl I’ve been lusting over all day fell into my arms. All of that was before I tasted her sweet mouth. And now, I want so much more of her.
I grab a clean shirt from a shelf and pull it over my head as I storm through the reception area. I lock the shop behind me, and then I’m off—a man obsessed. A man possessed. A man ready to claim what’s his to claim.
5
Annabelle
My hands shake when I lock the motel room door behind me. It feels like I’m buzzing all over; like there’s an energy inside of me ready to explode its way free. Heat spreads over my skin, and I walk in a daze towards the bathroom. My eyes catch my reflection in the mirror, and I pause and just stare at myself. There’s excitement on my face and wildness in my eyes. My hand raises to touch my lips, and I feel how swollen and bruised they are from kissing him.
Holy shit, what a kiss. I’ve never even come close to being kissed like that. Kissing Rowan was like kissing a force of nature, or a wild beast. Kissing him felt like letting go or jumping off a cliff. My mind replays the details of his stubble against my lips and his strong hands sliding over my body. My breast still tingles from where he cupped it, my nipple still tingling for more of his touch. I tremble as I turn to turn on the shower and start to strip down. My chest is still flushed from what just happened. I go to pull my panties down, and I blush when I realize they’re so wet that they’re stuck slick against my lips.
I ran away because I was scared. I wasn’t scared of Rowan, but I was scared of what might come next. And I think I know perfectly well what would come next with a man like Rowan O’Neil. But the issue isn’t that I don’t want that, the issue is that I’ve never done that. I know being a nineteen-year-old virgin isn’t exactly the height of cool, but it’s never been something I wanted. At least, not with any of the guys I’ve known growing up or at college. Frat assholes, snobby rich boys, and aggressive and fumbling wannabe players have never appealed to me at all. So, it’s just never happened.
But dear lord would I have wanted it to happen with Rowan. Except that I freaked out and ran, because it felt too real. Also, a man like that definitely knows what he’s doing. Why would he want anything to do with a girl who’s totally clueless when it comes to sex? I guess that’s why I pushed him away and ran back here to sulk in my motel room. But now that I’m here, the regret is real.
I sigh as I turn the water on for a shower. But suddenly, there’s a heavy knock at the motel room door. My body trembles, and heat begins to seep through my center. My heart races as I turn off the water and wrap a towel around myself. I can feel my fingers and toes tingling as I walk with bated breath to the door and pause right in front of it.
Somehow, I instinctively know who it is. I know I should tell him to leave. But he’s lit something wild inside of me with that kiss and the way he touched me. And now every part of me is screaming to open the door and finish what we started before. I know I may make a fool of myself. And I know I might get hurt. But I also think it might all be worth it for a night with a man like Rowan; one wild night. My hand shakes as I reach for the door, unlock the bolt, and turn the knob.
“I don’t usually—oh God!”
I scream as the door slams in, and three big, terrifying looking men pile inside and slam the door shut behind them. I scream again and rush for the bathroom, but one of them is much faster than me. He grabs me and throws me onto the bed. My heart lurches into my throat, and I scream bloody murder as I yank the bedsheets up to cover myself.
“Please!” I scream. “I have money! Whatever you need, I can get for you! Just please don’t hurt me!”
One of the three steps forward, his dark eyes glaring at me. He reaches behind him and pulls a gun out of his belt. My face pales, and he just grins.
“Good, I’ve got your attention. You scream again, and I’m going to use this thing, you get me?”
I nod, trembling in fear. “My dad has money. If you don’t hurt me, he’ll get you anything you want, I swear!”
The three of them laugh and glance at each other. “Yeah, I bet he will,” one of the other two says. “And we know damn well who your daddy is, Annabelle.”
The fear grows inside of me like a cold dread, and they just keep on smiling.
“The Carbone Family has found that we need to send your dear papa a message about his ‘tough on crime’ platform. All his shit about bail reform and extending sentences for repeats? See, that shit don’t work for us.”
“I can call him!” I blurt out. “I can get him on the phone right now and you can talk to him! I’m sure he’ll listen!”