Arnold and the three other men guarding his home were the best men Evil had. They had grown up on the streets together. Their loyalty was to each other, but they had seen Noelle naked.
He wasn’t going to kill them, but he had taken Noelle away from his country home, and now they were in his penthouse apartment. No one was going to see her naked.
Arnold had been waiting for him outside. He’d even offered him the gun to shoot him, but Evil wouldn’t do it.
Noelle would be pissed at him if he killed men for the mere response of seeing her naked. This was on him.
After his dreams and being close to her, tormenting himself daily, he’d kept her hidden away while he dealt with the blowback from killing the two men who had tried to kill her.
For the past week, the streets had run red with the blood of his enemies. Even the mafia had tried to take a slice, but now, everything was once again under control.
He’d sent back the severed head of a capo with a warning. As for the small group of thugs hoping to deal drugs, all of them were dead.
Now, he could focus on Noelle. Noelle, who sat opposite him, glaring.
They were in his penthouse suite, but he’d also kind of … chained her to a chair. He might have also given her a sedative for the transport.
“This isn’t funny, Evil,” she said.
“I’m not laughing.”
“Let me go.”
“Not happening.”
“I am going to kick your ass.”
He smiled. “I’d like to see you try.”
She glared at him.
He stared back.
“What’s the matter, Evil? Didn’t you like what you saw?” she asked.
Evil watched her. Saw the slight twitch of her lips as she looked at him. Noelle was entertained. He’d stalked her enough to be able to read her.
Evil stepped toward her and crouched down. “Oh, trust me, I liked very much what I saw.”
She tilted her head to the side. “So why am I chained to a chair?”
“For your own safety.” He couldn’t risk his enemies getting a hold of her. Someone knew he cared for her, and that put her life in danger. Something he had promised would never happen, but it had. He had to make sure to put a stop to it.
“Evil, do you like me?” she asked.
“I will take care of you.”
“Good, because I can’t stop thinking about the time I saw you naked.”
Evil couldn’t look away. Her gaze was on him. They had never talked about the time she walked into this very suite to find him bare-ass naked. At the time, she’d been polite and turned her back, and he could only imagine she had tried to not remember the size of his dick or how good he’d looked slick from the shower.
He knew he’d looked good.
Rather than be a gentleman and immediately go and change. He’d moved in close behind her so that his lips were right against her ear, and he’d told her that he was sorry, that he’d go and change.
Of course, the sight of this temptress had made his dick hard. Just as it was now.
“Are you thinking about me?” she asked.
He put his hands on her knees and stroked the curves. “Are you thinking about me now?”
“Yes,” she said. No hesitation.
She took a deep breath, and Evil allowed himself the pleasure to look down at her body. Her nipples were hard, as they poked against the front of her shirt. She was also pressing her thighs together.
“Unchain me.”
He moved his hand between her legs and slowly slid up the inside of her thigh. He heard her gasp as he stared into her eyes.
This was a line he had promised himself he wouldn’t break yet, here he was, doing it.
“Please.”
Once he did this, there was no turning back.
Noelle opened her legs as wide as the chair would allow, which wasn’t much. He couldn’t unchain her, not just yet. The tips of his fingers brushed across the edge of her panties, and he felt how wet she was for him.
He groaned, unable to contain his pleasure.
“Evil.”
He had heard many different tones of his name used over the years. None of them had ever sounded quite so intoxicating as how Noelle said his name. It was perfect. Beautiful.
He stroked over the fabric of her panties, wanting nothing more than to slip beneath the edge of the lace, but he didn’t. There was only so much strength he had. Pulling his hand from between her thighs, he got to his feet and moved behind her. The chain was in fact a rope. He wouldn’t dream of putting anything on her that would hurt her.
He grabbed his knife out of his jacket pocket and slid it beneath the tight cords of the rope, breaking it off.
Noelle got to her feet and turned toward him.
Neither of them spoke. They just looked at each other. This was a line that if they crossed it, it would change them. She would no longer be his PA. Noelle would be his.
Evil closed his knife and placed it in his pocket, closing the distance between them. Noelle didn’t move. She stared at him, waiting.
He gripped the back of her neck, drawing her toward him. Breathing in her scent. Roses. So sweet and yet, so very fucking beautiful.
“If we do this, Noelle, you need to know that you become mine. I do not back down. I do not give up. You are mine.” He wouldn’t share.
She would belong to him. He had no problem with that. For six months, he’d waited and pined, and now, he wasn’t going to wait around anymore.
She put her hands on his chest. “Then that will make you mine.”
That was all he needed to hear before he slammed his lips down on hers.
****
Finally.
Noelle couldn’t believe how long she’d been waiting for this moment. The feel of his hands on the back of her neck, his lips on hers, and his body pressed so close, was sheer heaven. She knew it was going to feel good, but she didn’t quite know how good it was going to be. This was better than anything she had ever imagined.
Another whimper tore from her, and Evil swallowed it down.
She couldn’t get enough. There was a hunger inside her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she wanted him so badly. Her nipples were hard and her cunt was slick. She couldn’t ever recall feeling a need like this before. It was intense. Consuming.
Evil pushed her back until she hit the wall. His hand let go of her neck only to grab her arms and slam them above her head. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, and he nipped at her pulse. She closed her eyes, arching her back, and moaned his name, not wanting him to stop.
This was pure lust.
“Say it, Noelle,” he said.
He pulled back, and she looked into his eyes that were so intent on her. She knew what he wanted, but it was next to impossible to say the words, even though she knew deep down they were true. She did belong to Evil. It had been that way since she had worked for him.
Could she do it, though? Give herself to him?
The boyfriends she had before had been nothing. Not really. Just men she had dated and company.
Evil wasn’t just asking to be her boyfriend. He was asking for complete and total control. Not BDSM—this was ownership on a different level. She felt it and saw it with the way he was around her. Part of her was afraid. What he wanted was taking a part of her away from who she really was.
She licked her lips and stared at him.