“Abso-fucking-lutely not. I’m not done with you.” He exited the car, coming so close to me his breath tickled my neck as he murmured into my ear while I stood in shock. “That was a taste, and I want the full meal,” he growled, and my pussy was brought to full attention, wanting more of him, as well.

Inside me, a war raged. Should I? Shouldn’t I? He was obviously safe enough, or my family would have never allowed me to leave with him. They might not have stood in my way, but if he was any kind of a threat to me, they would have taken him out. I had no qualms about that. Besides, I really wanted him inside me again. Even if he left tomorrow, it would be worth it. This was so out of the norm for me a part of me was nervous as shit…but the sex was hot.

“Come on,” Jag said as Scraper led us to the front door.

My head whipped around when a black car pulled up to the gates.

“Who the hell is that?” Scraper pulled out his gun and aimed it at the car, ready to fire.

“It’s my guards. They’ll stay parked out here tonight.” He nodded in their direction and then turned back to the door.

Scraper lowered his gun and shook his head, saying nothing.

“Is Kiera here?” I asked Scraper.

“Dune texted about an hour ago, saying she’s asleep. He’s over in his house.” Scraper unlocked the door and ushered us in before leaving us alone.

“Where is he going?” Jag asked.

“He has a house off of this one, but he knows what’s going on inside at all times.” I laughed at Jag’s sour expression, no doubt thinking about all the things that could go on behind closed doors.

Jag picked me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his strong body, all doubt leaving me. “Where’s the bathroom?” he asked, and I quirked my eye in question. “You have my come dripping out of your body; I need to clean you up.”

My eyes grew wide as panic crept in, and the fear I thought wouldn’t come until morning hit full force.

“Shit. Have you been tested?” I blurted.

“Absolutely, and I always glove up.”

I laughed. “Yeah, right.” There was nothing worse than a man telling you that shit to make you feel special.

His strong hand gripped my neck, and my eyes fell to his. They were fierce. His eyes were not lying. I could feel it in my bones.

“I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I only fucked one woman in my life bare, and that was in the past. I get tested just to make sure. I’m clean.”

“Then why didn’t you glove up with me?” I challenged.

He smiled devilishly. “Because I wanted to mark that sweet, little cunt of yours, and by the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be so fucking sore you’ll remember me for days.”

My body flooded with wetness. I always loved dirty talk from men, but no man I had been with had said words to that degree. No man had made me ache from words alone. Not until Jag.

“I’m on the pill,” I choked out.

Chapter 5

BEING BALLS DEEP in Catarina was the tightest, warmest spot I had ever been in. I’d heard about her sporadically over the years yet never thought much about it. Why would I? She wasn’t in the business, and there was no reason to ever ask about her, but then her eyes had met mine that first time and damn. Just…damn. Swirling deep inside me was a longing that caught me off guard, making me need to investigate.

I couldn’t kid myself and say I was a great guy. I was ruthless, demanding, and would kill at the drop of a hat to protect what was mine.

I knew back in Cali something was missing in my life. I needed a good woman, a strong one to stand by my side. I needed someone who wouldn’t shy away from the tough part of this life. Someone who wouldn’t need--or want—to know the ins and outs of the job. Someone who wouldn’t have expectations of flowers and sunshine, but when I gave it, would take it with grace. I needed someone who would understand that I could never get out—would never want out. I had worked too hard, and the only way out was death. I would also never disappoint my father by fucking up. I respected him too much to allow myself. However, the skanks I stuck my dick in were nothing compared to this beautiful woman who had given me the utmost pleasure by feeling her come apart for me.

Catarina had all the qualities I was craving. I wanted more—would have more. One fucking encounter and I was hooked like a druggie needing his next fix.

“Bathroom,” I growled.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left.” Her eyes filled with undeniable lust, her lips parting as she sucked in a soft breath. She might have been tired, but she wanted more. Who was I to deny that? She could sleep later. Maybe.

“Hang on.” I took the steps in long strides; making it to the door she had directed me to.

Opening it wide, I found her bedroom smelled of vanilla, and damn it smelled good. Her bedroom shouted ‘a girl lives here,’ but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t here for a decorating lesson. The bed was big, and that was all I needed. Hell, I really didn’t even need that; the floor would work just fine.

“Bathroom.”

She pointed to a door on the right, and I strutted in, setting her down gently on the counter.

Everything was immaculate, nothing out of place.

I stripped quickly out of my clothes and heard her gasp. Meeting her eyes, I saw fire radiated from their depths.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Yeah, love the chest hair.” She gulped, taking me in, her eyes sweeping from top to bottom.

Not gonna lie, I kept my shit tight. I could still hang with the boys with ease when it came to one-on-ones. I could also take a man out in five seconds with my hands if need be. Each one of my tattoos had some sort of meaning to me, and some were a bit cryptic, just like me. I kept my chest hair, choosing not to shave it off, but I did trim it up a bit.

“Now it’s your turn. Stand up, baby.” I wrapped my arm around her waist as she got to her feet, every curve of her body making my mouth water. She reached for the zipper at the back of the dress. “Stop.” Her hand paused, her eyes latching onto mine. I turned her around slowly so she was staring into the mirror, our eyes connecting. Then I glided my hand down the zipper, exposing her beautiful back. She had no bra on—lucky me.

An intricate butterfly tattoo caressed her skin, starting at her shoulder blades. As I pulled the zipper, the tattoo kept on going, all the way down to the soft bend before her ass. I took a moment to admire the art work that must have taken hours upon hours to create. Different shades of blues and greens covered the wings, and each stroke looked as if it was painted on her skin. The butterfly’s wings were spread across her back, the points almost going around her sides. Beautiful.

I glided the dress down her body, leaving it to pool in a puddle at her feet, and my cock rose to attention. Her body was perfection, nothing like the women in California who had nothing to hang on to when you were fucking them from behind. No, Catarina was all sexy hips and curves in all the right places. They were just enough for me to grip a hard handful.

I smoothed my fingertips over the wings of the butterfly, and her body shuddered at my touch, her skin rising with small bumps underneath my fingers.

“This is beautiful, dolcezza. What’s the meaning?” I watched her in the mirror, seeing in her eyes that this piece of art stood for something in her life, especially since it covered such a large part of her.

“Catarina means pure. To me, what could be more pure than a brand new butterfly coming out of a cocoon into the world? It’s not tainted with any problems, and a butterfly is always free, always ready to soar.”

Our eyes locked, lust and something else poured out of hers, gripping hold of me. I wanted to completely envelop this woman until I was the only thing she thought of, the only thing she needed. Why that turned me on so much, I would never know.