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"Kevin." He stops me, yanking my arm back. "I expected you guys to be here earlier. Why are you so late?"

  I glare at him. "My friend just got into town, so sue me if I want to spend as much time as I can with him before he leaves because who knows when I'll see him again."

  Daniel drops my arm and lets out a deep breath before telling his wife he’ll be right back.

  "Come with me," he hisses, walking towards the door I just walked through.

  When we reach the exit, he turns back to me and asks, "Where is Marcus?"

  I shrug. "No clue."

  He frowns. "Did he come here with you?"

  “Yeah, he did," I answer, irritation riding up my spine.

  "Stay here while I go look for him,” he tells me through his teeth. "Do you even know how drunk you are?"

  “I've had a couple of drinks, but I'm fine,” I growl.

  He shakes his head and walk off while I scan the room for Marcus. And just like always, my eyes find her long, beautiful hair flying around the dance floor. I stare, watching her rock her hips and grind against an asshole, and my chest tightens at the sight of her. Damn my eyes for wanting to see her as much as my heart wants to be hers. But fuck…my mind is all about logic, always reminding me of all the wrongs of her. She’s going to kill my soul before she’ll ever love me the way I want to be loved.

  Do I stride over there and drag her away, letting my mind lose the fight, in hopes that she doesn't slay my soul?

  My choice comes quickly. My mind loses

  It feels like an out of body experience as I make my way over to her. I grab the guy and toss his ass away from her before he even sees me coming. He loses his footing on one leg but regains his balance and charges toward me. I stare murderously, stopping him. He throws up his hands and mutters, “Fuck you,” before he leaves. I brush him off and my attention goes to the stunned, striking woman, staring at me. My heart sinks to my stomach.

  She doesn't remember me.

  "Why did you do that?” she slurs, pointing a finger up and walking toward me. She stops when her finger is dug into my cheek. "Why did you do that?" she repeats and sways.

  I catch her and murmur, "He's not man enough to handle you."

  Her head falls forward onto my chest. "No guy will ever be man enough for me. Only him," she muffles against me.

  I pull her back to look into her eyes, not believing what I just heard. She blinks up at me, her lips quivering slightly, then she looks away.

  “Who is him?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for her to answer.

  "He took my heart. But he's gone. He left," she cries sadly, falling back onto my chest, her arms wrapping around me.

  I hold her close, wanting to embed how she feels into my memory, to never forget how great it is to have her in my arms. "If he came here tonight and asked you to forgive him for leaving you, would you?"

  "No," she says loud and clear without any emotion.

  I pull her back again, this time rougher than I intend, my anger getting the best of me. I should have listened to my mind.

  "Why?" I choke out.

  She drops her head, hiding her pain. "He won't want me when he finds out who I really am, what I've been doing."

  "He will forgive you. He always will," I whisper sadly, wishing it didn't have to be this hard to love her.

  She shakes her head. "No, I'm damaged."

  "Angel, look at me,” I command gently.

  Her head snaps up, eyes darting to my face. "How do you know my name?"

  I stare into her eyes, willing her to remember who I am.

  "You should move away from her or I’ll break every bone in your body."

  Angel turns before I do and we both stare at Brad, the geeky bastard from the beach five years ago. He’s now about my size with the same colored eyes and hair. He is my clone.

  "Hi, baby," she murmurs, unwrapping herself from me.

  I let her go. Humiliation is a bitch, and pride joins my ego. If she’s going to choose him over me, then he can have her. I turn to walk away, but my gaze lands on his smug face, and instantly something primitive and possessive moves through me.

  She's mine.

  I ruthlessly pull her back to me, slamming my fist into Brad’s temple. He falls into the crowd around us. Not wasting another moment, I drag her toward a door and yank it open, shoving her through it, then pinning her against the door.

  "Who are you?" she whispers, slightly afraid.

  "Just someone who's been wanting you for a long fucking time," I growl.

  I lift her long dress up and step between her legs. I move, making sure my dick rubs her in all the right places and she whimpers and moans as one of her hands wedges between us and yanks my dress shirt out of my pants.

  "Tell me your name," she orders. Her hand slides in, wrapping around my dick. She doesn't hesitate as she starts to jack me off.

  Fuck.

  "Hawken," I rumble, pausing for a beat before I groan. "Stop." But my stop comes out weak and my head falls back, my body loving her delicate hands on me. "If you don't stop, me being inside of you won't happen."

  Her hands still and she slides out of my pants. "Make love to me," she whispers as she tugs my zipper down, freeing my erection.

  I take her panties, ripping them off in my hand. Bending one of her legs around my waist, I grab my cock and rub my head around her clit until she moans angrily.

  "Please, I want you inside of…" she pleas.

  I thrust inside of her with one swift move, hitting her deep and rough. I pin her against the door, her juices coating my dick and driving me insane.

  "You're mine," I growl as I pull out and slam back into her. My balls tighten painfully, wanting release, but all movement stops when I hear the sound of her sad whimpers.

  "I'm doing it again.” She closes her eyes.

  "What have you been doing, Angel?" I ask as a crippling fear crawls up my spine.

  "I fuck to hide my heartbreak.” She bursts into hot angry tears. “I fuck to get even with him."

  My spirit drops to the ground like heavy, killing stone. I did this. All the pain and heartbreak she's been living with is my doing.

  “Stop," I urge and counter her pain with pleasure by pulling out and thrusting back inside of her. Right now, there's no other way to rectify what I’ve done to her. The only way I can show her that I love her is by worshiping her body to mind-blowing oblivion.

  I move again, this time gentler, taking my time to get to know her body. Every time I push inside of her, I thrust back in at a different angle, watching how she reacts, then moving and rubbing my cock to where it makes her moans incoherently.

  My hands caress up and down her body as my mouth kisses and sucks every inch of her smooth, porcelain skin, wanting to remember how she tastes on my lips forever.

  When I feel her getting close to coming, I speed up my movements, wanting our bodies to climb together to the magical heavens of our climax, somehow branding us together forever, and together we climb, our orgasm hitting us with abandon, our bodies shaking as we both cry out.

  I stay inside of her, holding her tightly as we stare into each other's eyes. I don’t ever want us to leave this tiny room, but she crushes the bliss we just shared with one single question. "Will I see you again?"

  She wants to leave already. I see the awkward after sex look on her face. Wanting to leave, but not wanting to hurt my feelings.

  I slide out of her and adjust everything back in place.

  "Can't, baby doll. I work with your dad.” I kiss her hard and deep before walking away.

  My eyes crack open to the sound of pounding knocks coming from my front door. I roll out of bed and stand up to a spinning room. My hands reach out for the walls as I struggle to get the door.

  The person outside becomes impatient, their knocks become louder and enraged. I answer the door, blinking and trying to focus on Daniel standing in the hallway. He pushes his way in. “We need to talk.”

  I shut the door and
bang my head against it to somehow rid me of my hangover. I groan loudly, feeling the breeze from my balcony hitting my butt cheeks. I glance down and groan some more after seeing my birthday suit fully on display.

  “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.”

  I walk back into my room and stop, glaring at the sleeping person on my bed. Shit. Marcus is here. I hear my front door open and close as I walk into my closet. I grab the nearest pair of basketball shorts and pull them on me, then quickly grab a T-shirt from the shelves and walk back out shrugging on my shirt.

  And stop.

  My day just went to shit.

  My friend with benefits is sitting on the couch talking to Daniel. She turns when she hears me behind them. “Hey, baby,” she purrs and gets up, walking toward me.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask with accusing eyes.

  She takes a step back as if I’ve just slapped her. “I…I wanted to surprise you.” She turns her face away. “I can come back.”

  I stop her before she can walk away, not wanting to be a total dick to her. “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  She turns back around and throws herself on me. I’m unable to stop her as she crushes her mouth against mine, sliding her tongue in, but I gently nudge her off. She pulls away and loudly whispers. “I can’t wait for you to be inside of me again.”

  I shake my head and usher her out the door, promising to call her later.

  I take a moment before meeting Daniel’s eyes as I walk over to the couch. Before I can take a seat, he crushes my heart and soul again. “This will be the last time I ask you to stay away from my daughter.”

  I rub my hand over my stubble; there’s no energy left in me to respond back to him. He watches me closely. “And if I don’t?” I challenge him after a beat.

  “I will destroy you,” he tells me, his face hard as stone. “You will lose everything.”

  “Everything has already been done to me. I’m already destroyed.”

  “Respect me enough to stay away from her, or I will make sure you will never see her again.”

  It’s time he knows how I feel about Angel.

  “Daniel, I wanted to talk to you before you had a chance to ambush me like this,” I admit to him, running my hand through my hair. “I’m in love with her. I have been for a very long time now. I planned to sit you down and ask for your permission to marry her.”

  “No,” he growls as he stands up.

  I move with him and we stand face to face, staring each other down.

  “Explain why,” I beg after several minutes have passed. “Please, Daniel.”

  “I want more for her.”

  “Fuck,” I spit out, rubbing the back of my neck. “Right to the fucking point.”

  “Look Kevin—”

  “No. Stop. I wanted your blessing. I was willing to do whatever it took to have you okay with Angel and me, but I’m not going to stand here and have you disrespect me this way.”

  I pause to take a good look at the man I grew up loving as my father, a man who was there for me in more ways than my own mother was. I shake my head at what has now become of our relationship.

  “Goodbye, Daniel. You can leave now. I promise, I’ll stay away from Angel. You won’t ever see me again.”

  “Kevin—”

  “Get. Out.”

  He leaves…

  And I never see him alive again.

  Present

  Roman has the limo waiting outside for us, while he has other plans for me inside the house. He presses me against the wall by the front door and lifts my dress up from my thigh, exposing me to him. He palms me, kneading my clit, coaxing my body to quiver with need. I close my eyes and bite down on my lip as a moan escapes. My body gives in, always giving him what he wants.

  He leans in, brushing his lips softly over my ear and murmurs, "You did what I asked." He plunges two fingers inside of me, causing my mouth to drop open as my lower belly tenses with pleasure, welcoming his seduction. He moves his fingers in a circular motion, in, out, in, out…its pure erotic torture. My eyes pop open, meeting his dark, blazing gaze.

  "Roman," I whimper, begging him to stop. My hands move on their own to gently push his chest, to get him away from me. "Please, let's wait until we get back home. Don't make me come, I'm going to be sticky and uncomfortable." The only logical reason I can come up with.

  I bite down on my bottom lip again and fight off my orgasm that's waiting to leap off. I push him again, still gentle, but with more force than before. He slides out and moves his hand away from me, sucking my juices off his fingers. He then pulls out his silk handkerchief and tenderly wipe my wetness away, purposely making sure my clit gets the most attention.

  "Roman," I warn breathlessly.

  He leans in and ever so softly kisses me before removing his handkerchief and stuffing it into his pants. He takes my hand and smoothes down my dress, pulling me to him.

  "I need you to understand that the longer I wait, the rougher I'll be. Prepare yourself, my sweet Angel, because tonight you will not stop screaming my name,” he promises in a husky voice.

  My breath hitches and my body tingles as I take in his words. He smiles before leading me out the door to our awaiting limo. As always, Vinny is our driver. He opens the door once he spots us and we get in and sit as close together as possible, his arm around me and his hand resting on the side of my thigh. My gaze darts to the privacy partition, and the air around us becomes thick and sexually charged. A flush blooms in my cheeks when I notice his salacious eyes on me.

  "I thought we—”

  Roman pulls me onto his lap, pushing up my dress and spreading my legs.

  "It's a thirty minute ride to the restaurant," he tells me as if that will justify breaking our agreement.

  "Roman, no," I beg for him to stop, but it’s no use. He draws his zipper down, and grabs his cock out, teasing me and rubbing along my folds before thrusting inside of me. I glance past him to the back of his seat, not wanting to enjoy what he's doing to my body, but the way he moves his hips and lifts up, pushing deeper inside of me, hits me at the uttermost perfect spot and there's nothing I can do, but moan and pant.

  "Look at me, Angel," he grunts, lifting my head up by my chin and when our eyes lock, he growls, "I want to see you come." He swivels his hips and speeds up his movement, hitting me to the hilt, driving me insane with carnal lust.

  “No,” I whimper, but my will loses and I faintly cry out his name, clenching fiercely all around him, coating him.

  He curses and leans me back, gripping my waist, stopping all his movements. I let my head fall back, feeling his cock throb as I spasm, coming back down to earth.

  He bends forward, capturing my nipple through my dress and biting hard, drawing out a scream from me. As his mouth lets me go, one of his hands leaves my waist to stroke my clit, rubbing gingerly.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp, titling forwarding and pressing both palms on his strong chest.

  “There’s time for more,” he rasps in a husky voice. His desires and needs are still savagely strong, emanating off of him.

  Before I can utter another word, he lifts me up with one hand and slams my body back down, turning me into his own pleasure instrument, playing me to his own seductive melodies. My mouth gasps open and I squeeze around his cock, involuntary. He groans, gripping me with both of his hands, continuing his magnetizing of my body, to another earth shattering climax.

  "Oh my God," I gasp as another orgasm hits me and I scream out his name.

  Breathless and sated, I fall forward, my head lands on his shoulder. We stay joined, our bodies together as we slip into sweet oblivion for the rest of the ride to the restaurant.

  Once we both feel the car slow to a stop, Roman lifts me off of him and lies me on the leather seat. He takes out a heated hand towel from the limo's bar section and cleans between my legs.

  "There, you're as good as new." He takes my hand and pulls me back to a seated position before he gets
himself situated.

  "Why are you two different persons?" I ask, palming his cheek. "It's like the good part of you fights to always come out on top, but your demons win every time." My hand drops and I glance away again, not expecting him to respond to what I just told him. He doesn't, but his hot burning stare tells me he heard every word.

  Vinny opens the door and I move to leave the limo, but turn back around, feeling an urgency to know more about him.

  "Vinny, give us a moment," I say, my eyes locked on Roman, the tension, thick and suffocating.

  The door closes and it's just us again.

  "So, how old are you, my captor?"

  His lip twitches and he leans back, relaxed. "Thirty-two."

  "And how many lovers have you had?" I fire off, wanting to know more.

  "Twenty," he answers flatly.

  "Why are you so calm about all of this? Earlier today, you threatened me with punishment."

  He sighs. "I don't like defiance. Obey me and do not question what I do and you will not be punished. Here you're simply asking questions. There's a difference."

  My lip purse. I understand him, but I'm still moody from not eliciting any reaction from him when he has me all wired up.

  "Is there anything else you would like to know?" he asks arching an eyebrow after my long pause.

  "Yes," I whisper confidently, but immediately start to feel unsure of myself. "We should get to your client and his wife. They’re waiting for us."

  I scoot towards the door.

  He catches my hand and brings me back to him. "They can wait."

  “No," I refuse him, wanting to save my already fragile heart from his answer.

  "Angel," he warns. "We are not leaving until you ask me what you want to know."

  I swallow the lump in my throat and ask what I was already feeling in my heart. "If I wasn't pregnant, would you fight this hard to keep me?"

  "You wouldn't be carrying my child, if I didn't want you,” he answers without hesitation.

  I close my eyes and fight off the tears. "Okay, no more questions." I say softly. I take back my hand, and this time he lets me go. A tear descends down my cheek as I open the door and leave the limo. Roman follows right behind me.