Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
But the McAllisters have other ideas.
“So this isn’t the Bianchis,” he says.
“No. My grandfather is the head of the organization. He’d never let anything happen to me.”
“What problems do the McAllisters have with you?”
I pause. I hate to even say the words, especially to Falcon, but I have no choice. “I was supposed to marry Miles McAllister.”
Falcon’s jaw goes rigid. “What?” he demands through gritted teeth.
“It was five years ago, after I got out of school. They wanted me when I turned eighteen, but my father said no. He figured they’d find someone else to marry Miles to in the meantime, but come college graduation, there was Declan McAllister, ready to collect.”
“And you said no.”
“Of course I did. I want out of this business forever, and if I marry into a rival family, I’ll never be free. Plus, I hate Miles McAllister. He’s a horrible human being.”
Falcon draws in a breath and lets it out slowly.
“But this is all speculation,” I continue. “Maybe it’s not the McAllisters.”
Except I know it is.
The McAllisters are the only other family in Texas as powerful as my own.
And they’re into drugs big time. Drugs and human trafficking.
I suppose it should be a consolation that my family’s only into drugs.
It’s not.
“I thought they were after me. I made many enemies on the inside, and I should have been more prepared.”
“They weren’t here for you.”
“I know. Still, if I’d been more prepared, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I don’t have any weapons stocked in the pool house. That changes today.”
“You’re not supposed to have any—”
“Because I’m a parolee, I know. I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed, Vannah. I’m going to protect you. I’m going to protect my family. And damn it, I’m going to protect myself. I didn’t survive eight years of hell just to be taken out by some derelict.” His gaze falls on a cabinet above the refrigerator. “I’m also thinking the no-drinking thing stops today too. I could use a fucking bourbon.”
I close my eyes and inhale. “So could I, Falcon. I can’t believe this just happened.”
“Before we do anything, though, we’re getting you to a doctor.”
“I’m fine now. The bleeding’s stopped.”
“Still, you don’t want to get an infection. That needs to be dressed up proper.” He grabs my hands, careful to avoid the cuts. “But that’s not the only reason. You were in shock.”
“I’m not anymore.”
“I don’t care. That cop making eyes at you was right.”
“Making eyes at me?”
“You didn’t see it?”
“Falcon, I wouldn’t be able to pick either of them out of a lineup. They were blurs to me. Everything is a blur to me. Everything except you. Here. Now.” I melt against him.
He kisses the top of my head. “Come on. We’re going to the ER.”
“No. Please.” I reach up, caress his cheek with my left hand. “I want to stay here with you. Take me to bed. Please.”
“As tempting as that is, neither of us is in the right headspace for it.”
“Please,” I say again, murmuring into his chest.
“Fuck,” he growls, and then he crushes our mouths together.
In the next moment, I’m swept into his arms, our lips still fused, his tongue devouring me. A moment later, we’re in his bedroom, our clothes strewn on the floor. He’s on me, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
He fills me, completes me, and gives me what I need. A good hard fuck. A fuck that says we’re both strong. We’re both here.
We’re both alive.
This wasn’t the first time I’ve experienced being held at gunpoint, and it no doubt won’t be the last. It was the first time, though, that I went on the attack for someone else.
And I’d do it again.
He pistons his hips, moving them up, down, around, and with each thrust, his cock melds farther into my body, farther into my soul.
It’s a fuck. A basic fuck.
Yet it’s so much more than that. With each plunge of his dick into my pussy, part of this horrid day gets washed away.
But only part.
He pushes into me harder and harder, and when his pubic hair grazes my clit, I erupt into a shattering climax.
He growls against my neck, the perspiration on his chest making us slide together as if we were drenched in oil, and then he releases, coming with me.
We lie there for a moment, and then he rolls off me.
I unscrunch my hand from around his white sheets, and—
“I’m sorry.”
“About what?” he murmurs.
“My hand. I grabbed the sheet, and there are a few streaks of blood.”
Falcon laughs softly. “You think I care? I can afford to buy a new sheet every day for the rest of my life, Savannah. Fuck.”
“Okay. I’m still sorry.”
“I’m not.” He stretches his arms above his head. “I know I originally told you no, but it turns out that was exactly what I needed.”
“Told you so.”
“Yeah.” He rubs his forehead. “You did. But you’re not getting off that easily. Come on. Get up. We’re going to the ER.”