Page 8 of Scarred Heir
Should I even care what Milo thought?
“I would like to pick up where we left off on the dance floor.” He ran his lips along my jaw. “But your brother fucked that up, didn’t he?”
I sucked in a breath when he licked a path between the seam of my lips. Balling my fists by my sides, I dared not to move when he slid his hand between my legs and rested it on my inner thigh.
Heat settled between my legs, and my nipples hardened. I tried to fight these lustful urges, but having himthis close confused me. I didn’t want Chance to involve himself with men like Milo, so why wasn’t I fighting him off?
“I had hoped to bring you back to my penthouse and make it a memorable first day of the new year.” He trailed his hand higher, ghosting his fingers over my panties. “One neither of us would have ever forgotten.”
I released my tight fists, and with trembling hands, I smoothed my palms over his strong abs and chest, craving the way his rigid form bulged beneath my touch.
“I had plans of fucking you in every possible position.” He continued to tease my lips with his tongue. “Making you come with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”
As I trailed my hands to his shoulders, I admired the ink that peeked out of his starched shirt and crept up his neck. My insides pulsed when I imagined him naked. How many tattoos did he have?
When he pressed his lips to mine, my head screamed no, but my body stifled any responses I had to stop him. I had never been touched so intimately, so carefully. There was nothing awkward in his actions. He was all man, and I desired every bit of him.
“I want you,” he whispered. “I meant it when I said you could belong to me.”
I wanted to give into him, because I was tired and afraid of being at the bottom. Always wondering where the rent would come from and how we would eat. For once, it might be nice to put down the reins and let someone else figure things out.
No! Not with him. Submitting to a man like him would leave no trace of me when the dust settled. I had seen that too many times. I was stronger than that.
“But now, I have to take care of your brother.” Hereleased me and backed away. “Do you know how infuriating that is?”
“He said no one bought anything from him. I’m sure whatever your men are doing to him will scare him enough to never come near you again.” I shook my head. “I don’t even blame you for roughing him up. Chance shouldn’t have come into your club and tried to do what he did. It was disrespectful.”
“I know his kind,” Milo said. When he reached around his back and removed a black gun from his waistband, my heart pounded hard enough to hurt. “He doesn’t come from men like me. He strives to have what I have and to be who I am, and because of his blind ambitions, he’ll keep coming up with ways to interfere in my business.”
“What are you going to do with that?” I pointed at the gun. “You don’t need to use that.”
“How else would you like me to kill your brother?” He set the gun on the desk. “I don’t usually take requests, but I might make an exception for you.”
“You can’t be this cruel.”
His wild laughter filled the damp office, echoing off the old walls and wood beam ceilings. He ran his hand along his jaw and stared at me for a moment. His smile faded into a hard line as he leaned against the desk.
“You don’t know a thing about me,good sis.” He reached for me faster than I could back away and yanked me toward him, positioning me between his legs. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t be standing here seriously pleading for your brother’s life, begging me to fucking spare him for an unforgivable offense.”
“He didn’t do any harm.” I tried to struggle out of his hold, but his grasp was tight enough to cut off my circulation.
“No drugs in my territory or in any places of my business.” He shook me. “That’s rule number one.”
I swallowed hard, trying to stop my legs from shaking.
“If I don’t look out for my people, who will? I have associates who pay me a lot of money for the services I can provide them. For the protection they have come to expect from my family. I can’t let every wanna-be mobster with a stash they bought off the street into my space to try to sell it. Where is the control in that? How do I know it’s not lethal enough to take out someone?”
He shoved me back, causing me to stumble, but he grabbed my arm before I could land on my butt. The flicker of remorse in his rage encouraged me. Maybe I could reason with him.
“Your brother has no business in my world. He’s only going to cause you heartache.”
“What am I supposed to do? Let you kill him?” That wasn’t a question I found myself asking someone under normal circumstances, but this situation was far from normal. “Don’t you have a family you would protect at any cost?”
“I do,” he said.
“Then why can’t you understand my position?” I turned away from him, trying to control my tears. “I want to keep him honest. He doesn’t listen to me. We’re all we have. I can’t lose him.”
After a few seconds of me crying, he rubbed my shoulder, but that only made more tears fall.
