Pursuit: Brandon & Carly (Mafia Ties Book 4)(7)
She tried to speak, but I railroaded right over her objections. “This is not a democracy, babe. When it comes to your safety, I am in charge. This is not up for debate.” I turned fully to face her, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Not that it truly matters since you won’t be stepping foot in that place, but how do you know it’s safe?”
“A friend of a fri—”
“Of a friend of a friend,” I finished for her dryly. “This Mac Thomas guy again?” My tone was low with warning.
“Sort of,” she hedged.
“Carly,” I ground out, my gut telling me that I was going to hate her answer, which fueled my ire. “I swear to St. Bonaventure, if you do not tell me the truth right now, I’ll take you to bed and drive you to the peak of orgasm over and over again. But, I won’t let you come until you’re begging for release and ready to tell me anything I want to know.”
Chapter 4
Carly
“Umm.”
Yeah, that was my response. In my defense, I really didn’t know what to say. Hell, I didn’t even know if he’d just threatened me or promised me a good time. My mind went with the threat theory, but my body was another story. If my damp panties were any indication, I was more than up for some of his sensual torture. Either way, this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have while sitting in his car on the street.
“Can you hold that thought until we’re in your apartment?”
“As long as you understand I’m likely to take every moment I wait for an answer out of your hide,” he grumbled, climbing out of the car.
I giggled, literally, like a schoolgirl, while he walked around to open my door. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t lay a hand on me to cause pain, not after the sick look he’d had on his face when I described my childhood. I also didn’t have any doubt that he’d find a way to make me pay with pleasure. I should probably be afraid of the fact that I was actually looking forward to his efforts, but I was starting to get used to the way he made me feel things I’d never experienced before. It was addictive, this rush of emotion I felt whenever he was around. So was seeing the smirk he flashed my way as he helped me out of the car.
“How can I be frustrated as fuck one minute and want to laugh right along with you the next?”
His question was a deep purr in my ear which made my laughter die in my throat while I shivered at the goosebumps he caused instead. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one acting completely out of character.”
He tugged my hand, leading me into his building and down a small hallway. “Or maybe this is exactly how we’re supposed to be—you and I are better people because we found each other.”
Seriously, how the hell was I supposed to protect my heart from a hot as fuck guy who said shit like that? It was impossible not to melt while my panties spontaneously combusted.
“Brandon,” I sighed.
“Carly,” he breathed, his lips swooping down to claim mine as he stopped in front of the door on the left.
His kiss fogged my brain, and I didn’t notice him unlocking the door until he ushered me inside. How the hell he managed that while kissing the fuck out of me was a mystery. The man had serious skills, that was a fact. I didn’t have the chance to properly appreciate his apartment. I caught glimpses of black leather furniture, gleaming chrome accents, and dark wood touches as he ravaged my mouth again while shuffling me into his bedroom. Or at least, what I assumed was his bedroom because of the king-sized bed with the masculine comforter that he picked me up and tossed me onto.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I gasped, crawling off the mattress and stalking towards him. “You want me to tell you about Mac Thomas and my connection to him, right?”
“Whatever connection,”—he practically spit out the word—“you had with this Mac guy is over. Done. Finito.”
“You’re even sexier than usual when you’re jealous and speaking Italian.”
“I’d be very careful about pushing my buttons right now, kitten,” he growled, reaching for my hand to press it against his hardened length. “I’m barely holding on by a thread as it is.”
“Aww, poor baby,” I cooed, cupping him and squeezing. “You gave me all those orgasms without taking anything for yourself.”
“You don’t know how hard it was to not take you, but you deserve better than to lose your virginity in some random bed while on the run from your father.”
“I think I have some idea how hard it was.” I gave him a squeeze for emphasis before dropping down to my knees.