Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance(55)

There it was, the darkness I was looking for. I liked that about him, wanted it. I wanted to see the demons in his soul, to know exactly how dark he was. I should’ve run from him, but I couldn’t. I wanted him too fucking much. It was a weakness, it could get me killed. Especially in the world we both resided in.

“I think I might be falling for you,” I said slowly. I saw the anger register in his face, but it was too late.

The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized I was saying them.

“You shouldn’t have said that.” His words betrayed his actions as he came down hard onto me and kissed me deeply. It was like he was a rabid animal, kissing me with more passion than I could handle.

He undressed me quickly, not bothering to care about the state of my clothing when he finally got them off. They were strewn about and I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were ripped.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said it, but I could tell from the way he spread my thighs and growled out my name that it was something he wanted to hear.

He spread my legs apart and crawled up me looking at me as I lay under him.

“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Joanna. I try not to look but my eyes are drawn to you every time. It doesn’t matter if we are in a room full of people or if it’s just the two of us. You have me under some kind of spell.”

And in that moment I felt it. It was like there was a spell around us, pulling the two of us together.

But he was still dressed, so I reached over and pulled his suit jacket off, then his button down shirt, and on until he was finally in nothing more than his underwear.

“And you, look at you.” He was muscular and solid. Strong.

Every bit the in charge man he claimed to be. I loved and hated that about him. He was the heir to a fortune. To a throne. It was a throne built on murder and depravity, and I knew that, I held no illusions, but it made him into such a decisive man. Even I couldn’t deny the power he held over me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly who he was, it was why I was fighting it so hard. But I couldn’t run anymore. This was happening. This was my life. And I might as well drink it all in.

“I can’t wait any longer, Jo. I need you.”

I needed him too.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me as he spread my legs and entered me.

He was so big and strong inside of me, pressing against the walls of my pussy as he filled me.

He drove me to a place of ecstasy almost immediately. But I held on because I wanted to enjoy the journey.

He thrust in and out of me slowly at first and then quicker until he was thrusting into me with full force. And every bit of it felt amazing.

I moaned and pulled him into me, digging my nails into his back. As he arched his back he buried himself further into me, making me moan in return.

He was so damn good at this.

“God, Greyson. Please.” I moaned, begging for him to push harder. Faster.

And he did.

Until I was coming and screaming his name, pressing myself into the sheets, bunching them up and grabbing his sheets and twisting them up.

I screamed out again bucking into him as he came along with me. Our pleasure shared he sunk into the bed and pulled me into his arms.

“I was wrong when I first met you.” He said nuzzling into me. “When you handed me that drink I knew I needed to sample you. I thought one time would be enough. But after the first time I was hit with the powerful urge to have you over and over again. I knew that even though I’d had a taste I needed more. I still need more of you. I don’t know if that will ever go away.”

What was he saying? I blinked, was I just a piece of ass to him, or was he saying something else?

“What do you mean?” I asked slowly, trying to decipher it. My mind was starting to spin with the possibilities and I needed the truth. Honesty.

“What I mean is, I am falling for you too.” He kissed my temple and then pulled me into him. “I won’t let you go. Not now.”

I swallowed, too fearful of the future to allow my heart the chance to soar. He was still part of an organization that could cause his death any moment. But this moment. This was mine.

And I wouldn’t give it up for anything.





Greyson



I sat down at the conference table and looked around at the group of men sitting there. All of them were my father’s lackeys. They all belonged in this room but I felt like the outsider. I almost never attended these meetings in person, no it was all over the phone. I put myself as far away from the business as possible, choosing to run the factory separately.

But I was here today for good reason.

“It looks like profits are up across the board in all sectors,” David said as he went through a chart on the overhead. He droned on and on about business, but I could only think about one thing.

Snapping his fucking neck.

It felt like all I was doing lately was going around warning people away from Joanna. But that was love, wasn’t it? I couldn’t tell anymore, I was so driven by anger at anyone that would threaten her. I didn’t think her uncle was one of those people, but I knew without a doubt that David was.

That’s why I’d made it a point to go into the office today, take a day away from the factory and put myself into as close a proximity as possible to him. I needed to speak to him. To let him know that I was on to him, and that under no uncertain terms would he continue to visit Joanna. He wouldn’t threaten her or I would kill him.

I was going to kill him anyway, but it wasn’t the time.

Not now that he was on my father’s good side. No, his death was going to be slow in coming, but it would be sweet. We had business to run in the meantime and dealings that were legitimate and illegal to oversee. I couldn’t compromise that for pride.

But I could tell him exactly what I was thinking.

“Can I see you in my office?” I asked him at the end of the meeting. I still, technically, outranked him, and when I wanted an audience I got one.

“Sure, what time?” The look in his eyes only served to further piss me off. It was like he knew something that I didn’t and he was teasing me. Flaunting it over me.

Did he know I knew about his little rendezvous with my woman? I’d heard about his meeting in the coffee shop with her. I had eyes and ears all over the place.

“Now.” I ordered, walking away. I had the suit, the pedigree, and the position. No one was going to get the best of me in my city.

Especially not my vile little half-brother.

“What is it?” He might as well have added “dick” at the end of the sentence because that was exactly how he said it.

“I think you know what this is about.”

“Your absenteeism?” he said, the snark in his voice palpable.

“I’ve been busy running other aspects of the company, so sadly, no. It’s about my fiancée.” I glared at him.

“Oh, Joanna? Your forced bride?” He said as he crossed his arms.

I walked up to him, getting as close as physically possible. I was not going to let him intimidate me. No.

“You better stay the fuck away from her, you understand?” I said the words as slowly, as deliberately as possible. I wanted him to understand exactly what the stakes were. I wasn’t going to back down from a man like him.

“Oh I understand, I understand that you have something you want to keep safe, and I have a bargaining chip.” Another fucking answer I didn’t want to hear.

I did the unthinkable.

I punched that motherfucker right across the face in the middle of the office.

He turned away like it was nothing then he looked at me, a smile on his face while blood dribbled off his bottom lip, the scarlet red of the blood filling in the gaps from between his teeth. “She’s a pretty little thing, your Joanna. And she seems to be a sweetie. I met her, you know, before you did. I thought about taking her home too, but a more forceful piece of ass distracted me and now I’m curious. Does she taste as good as I imagine her to?”

I swung again but this time he grabbed my arm and pulled me into him, deflecting the blow and bringing me into a close distance.

“You better watch yourself, boy. You might be the heir to this throne, but you have a contender on your heels, and I’ll gladly take your woman and your life.” He grabbed the folded square out of my pocket and dabbed his split lip with it. “You understand?”

Red. That was all I saw as I slammed my head into his, shoving him aside. I’d had too much training not to know what to do on instinct. So did he. We went back and forth so quickly that no one would understand what was happening if they looked at us. We were well matched to one another and after a few futile motions and movements we disengaged.

“Stay the fuck away from her,” I repeated. “Or I will kill you.”

“I don’t think our father would like that very much, in fact, I think he has taken a liking to me. Our relationship has grown over the past year when you fucked up the first attempt on my life.” He glared.

I had meant to kill him a year ago. I’d even gone as far as attacking him, but when I saw his eyes staring back at mine, I couldn’t. We had the same eyes, my father’s.

It made me hesitate once, but it would do no such thing a second time. I would have his life.

“I’ve got work to get back to, but I won’t take your threat lightly, Greyson. As to Joanna, I think she is capable of making her own choices.” I could see the defiance in his face. He didn’t give a shit about what I had to say. He didn’t care at all.