A Real Bad Boy(42)

His hands slipped over my generous breasts, and he looked them over like  he was trying to decide which one he wanted to focus on.

"Good god, you are gorgeous, Kat." He grabbed my nipple and rolled his  finger over it, giving it a small pinch. "It should be sinful to look at  you, but god damn if I can help it."

It was forbidden, we both knew it, and we knew it added to the allure. I  sucked in a breath as his mouth came down over my rosy peak, his tongue  rolling up against it. Suddenly he chuckled and mumbled.

"If I'd known just how bad you wanted it, I would've made you work  harder." He sucked on me hard enough that my back arched and I let out a  low moan.

Fuck.

"Why do you have to be so cruel?" I asked. I was teasing, but the dark  tint in his eyes told a different story. Even under the moonlight he  looked menacing.

"It's my nature, Kathryn." He kissed the side of my breast, then bit it.

I shivered.

Janson took his time kissing down my torso until he was at the lip of my  panties. He ran his hands over my body, grabbing the elastic band of  them and pulling them down to reveal all of me.

I sucked in breath after breath, trying to get my wits about me. I was  lost to his will, but that didn't mean that I wasn't anxious. No man had  ever seen me naked, let alone touched me before him. At least not like  this.

"You are a damn goddess, do you know that?" He slipped his finger  between my legs and slid it along the folds. I was soaking wet, the  slickness making it easy for him to feel all of me.

"Oh, baby girl, you do want me." He flicked my clit, just a little bit. Just enough to send me into a deeper stage of need.

I nodded and let out a small mew. I wanted him so badly I could barely stand it.

"Oh, honey." He grinned at me.

He slid his finger into me, and I erupted into another moan before he started moving his finger in a come hither motion.

It was almost too much.

"Are you sure you want a man like me to put even a finger on you?"

"A man like you?"

"A monster like me."

"You are not a monster." Maybe he was, I didn't know. I couldn't even  think about that now. All I could think about was him down there teasing  me.

He bent down and put his mouth on me, his hot lips on my wet pussy. So  much sensation all at once and all of it was so overwhelming. I squirmed  and bucked against him, but I didn't fight him.                       
       
           



       

My eyes widened in shock, but after a moment it was like I never wanted  him to stop. He started slow, licking softly, the warmth of his mouth  meeting my own heat. His juices mingling with mine as he bore down on me  and started lapping at me, hitting my clit over and over, his finger  working in and out of my slit.

I didn't last very long, and before I knew it I was shaking, my whole  body overloaded with sensation. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced  before.

I cried out, screaming and shaking until he was over me, holding me while I tried to catch my breath.

It was when he kissed my cheeks that I realized there were tears in my eyes.

"Has a man ever done that to you before?" he asked, looking into my  eyes. He knew the answer before I ever told him. He knew the truth. I  shook my head no. Never. He paused for a minute and then looked up at  me.

"You are the first."

"Was I your first?" he asked.

I didn't answer. I didn't have to. It was all out there now.

He pushed a strand of hair out of my face. "Come here." He held me close, not letting me go.

"Janson, I want so much more," I said as I looked up into his eyes.

"I have all that I want right now. Slow down, Kat. We have time." He  brushed a strand of hair out of my face, and I knew for the first time  that I was looking into his soul. It wasn't dark; it wasn't monstrous.

It was everything I'd ever wanted.

"Just let me hold you. It doesn't have to be about that, baby. It  doesn't have to be about anything but you and me right now. I want to  fuck you so bad, but there will be plenty of other opportunities to make  you mine." He grinned. "Like tomorrow morning. Right now I want us to  take our time. I want it to be right." He was so fucking perfect for me I  couldn't stand it. "You're mine now."

We laid like that. We didn't talk. He just held me, his cock hard  against my thigh until his breathing changed, slow deep breaths  indicating that he was asleep, his boxers and shirt still on him. It was  just us and the stars under that Baltimore sky. I didn't want it to  ever change. Janson was everything I needed, at least at that moment.

My body was too wracked to try and understand the implications of his  words, so I nuzzled into him and let my own exhaustion wash over me.

To hell with my father, my brother, and the rest of the world. All I wanted to do was exist in his, at least for a little while.





Janson



Kat was mine.

I wasn't sure if it was because I knew I was the first to have her, or  if it was meant to happen all along, but a protective streak lit through  me as I clutched Kathryn to my body. She was mine. She was going to be  mine. I couldn't let her go. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

I would protect her no matter what. From anyone that would threaten her.  I knew at that moment, looking up at those stars, that I would keep her  safe for as long as possible. I couldn't promise forever, but a part of  me wanted to.

A part of me I tried so hard to bury deep down inside.

I scooped her up as soon as she fell asleep and padded into my bedroom,  laying her on my bed and tucking her in. She was so gorgeous when she  was sleeping. So serene. It almost made me forget the anger that always  bubbled up under my skin that called me to job after job. It almost made  me want to leave that life behind.

Almost.

I could never leave that part of my soul behind, even if I wanted to. It  was a part of me. The mob was a part of me. I knew that better than  anyone else. I'd been trained to be the killer I was from the day I was  born. I was an enforcer first, and then I rose higher and higher  alongside Greyson. It was meant to be this way.

I was meant to be this person.

But I had to find a way to have her in my life, even with this  knowledge. I had to figure out how we could all come to a good end.

And I had to make sure that my father and her father would never hurt  her. I pressed through the pain in my back, the nerve damage that was a  subtle reminder of all the times he used my back as an ashtray. I hated  that man, and yet he had such a hold over me.

The pain boiled up in my brain as I turned and walked out of the room.

I needed to go to work. I needed a human punching bag.

I'd figure everything else out later.





Chapter Seven



Kathryn





I pulled the covers off my body and sat up, basking in the warm glow of  the sunlight that streamed through the windows. Where Greyson's  apartment was modern, Janson's was industrial. Brick wall with all the  adornments of the old factory. Knobs that once turned water on and off  were now hooks to hang things, old pipes set up as racks in the bedroom  and bathroom for towels and clothing. It was gorgeous and so well  thought out.                       
       
           



       

I wondered what he was doing wasting his time with the mob. This  apartment complex was genius. I didn't know much about that sort of  thing, but even I wanted to live there. I grabbed a robe that was three  sizes too big and wrapped it around myself. It smelled like Janson, and  from the way it dragged on the floor past my feet, it had to have been  his. I breathed it in and tried to remember all of last night, but I  just kept remembering the way he held me. He didn't force anything, and  we'd already had sex. He was so much more …  gentle than I expected.

So damn good.

I expected to see him in the kitchen, or the living room. Somewhere. But  the space was completely empty except for a breakfast spread that had  been laid out.

And a note.



Have a long day of work, some issues have come up. Had to slip out early. Breakfast was delivered, enjoy. See you tonight.



Janson



My fingers traced over his signature, the big "J" all the way to the  little "n". At least he left me a note. Breakfast. It was like I  suddenly understood what he meant and I stood up, walking over to the  display of food on the kitchen island. I was starving and I had no idea  when they were going to ship me back to that decrepit little safe house.  Breakfast and a bath. That was exactly what I needed. Bath first, I  decided. I desperately wanted one of those first.

Before I walked over, I noticed a little black smartphone with a post-it attached. "This is yours, do not lose it. -J"

I scrolled through the contacts. There were just three. Janson, Greyson,  and Joanna. The three people in this world who knew I existed back  home.