Page 4 of His Dangerous Secret

Well, that was rude. But I know what he’s doing; he’s trying to make me angry so I’ll go away and make this easier on him. That only confirms to me how much he wants me.

“I haven’t fucked your father,” I tell him. A tiny surge of delight fills me when I see him process that one. “In fact, I haven’t fucked anyone, Riggs. And I want you to be my first.”

“Shit,” he curses softly. “You – you guys haven’t…?”

I shake my head firmly. “No.”

“How? There’s no way my dad would stand for that.”

“I told him I needed time. That I wanted to get to know him before giving myself to him like that. It’s working…for now…”

I can see a crack beginning to form in his armor. He’s starting to consider this, but that crack is immediately hidden by the stony, resolute expression that comes over his face.

He’s afraid – terribly afraid of his father – and that breaks my heart.

To me, Michael is just a gangster who bought me like a millionaire might buy a prized race horse. I’m just something to show off and make him happy

with himself. But Riggs – Riggs is his son. His own flesh and blood. His own family.

“Riggs, you’re telling me you don’t want me—?”

“Are you crazy?” His speed is blinding. He moves right in, snatches me by the back of the hair and pulls my head back, exposing the tender skin of my neck. His bulge grinds between my legs with an alpha’s heat and he cups my breast with his other hand, causing my back to arch and my mouth to fall open in expectation of his kiss. But it never comes.

I look up to see his eyes blazing with a lustful fury, like he could either fuck me or kill me in the next instant.

“Do you know what I want to do to you, Ava?” he growls.

“I—I don’t know anything…” I whimper. “I’m a virgin, Riggs.”

“Christ,” he growls. I was worried that admission would scare him off, but if anything, it seems to have only excited him more. “When I saw you bent over the counter, I wanted to throw that bottle of champagne aside and take you. Slide my hard cock in your pussy and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up straight.”

Fuck. This is what I’ve been waiting to hear, and it’s even better than I’d imagined.

“When I changed that bulb for you and saw your ass in those shorts? I wanted to spread you open and lick every single inch of your perfect body. But I couldn’t. I can’t, Ava. We can’t.”

My head is spinning at the thought of his touch, his hands, his tongue, his…

To give my virginity to Riggs would be all I’d ever need to be happy. Michael took me, he took my father’s money, and even if I had to go back to him, at least I would know that he would never be able to take that one precious experience from me.

But he’s resistant. He should be. What I’m asking from him is incredibly dangerous. Maybe that’s another reason why I find it so thrilling. Christ, what’s wrong with me?

“Fine,” I reply, giving him my best smile. “We won’t. But I will be at the lake house tomorrow if you want to come get away from the city for a while.”

“Ava, I—”

“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I won’t try anything. And I guess you can assume that you won’t either.”

As I walk away, I make sure I sway my hips to draw his attention. I can feel his conflict. I know he’s watching, and just as I step through the kitchen door, he calls after me.

“Fine.” I smile and glance back at him, only to find him scowling at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…maybe.”

Maybe it is.

3

Riggs

Maybe…

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