Unchain My Heart(54)

Sometimes I was lucky. Some of the women I fucked were naturally submissive and eager to please. I’d tie them up, sometimes blindfold them and have my way with them. But the problem with most submissive women was that they were extremely needy. They always wanted more. They needed a man to take care of them—there was no way I was getting in that deep. So when I found a woman willing to play along, I absolutely made the best of it, fucking her for hours on end, sometimes a full weekend before finally cutting the ties.

Forty minutes later, I found myself outside Eva’s apartment, lighting up a smoke and staring up at her window. I was a fucking coward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but not having the balls to call her and ask her on a date.

I knew why. She was connected to fucking Ryder Knox, the man I wished would disappear from my and Jade’s life. I'd be a fucking traitor if I let my attraction to Eva go any further while I warned Jade to stay away from Ryder.

But this was different. Wasn’t it? Eva was only Ryder’s half-sister. They didn’t grow up together. She had nothing to do with the criminal biker lifestyle I abhorred.

I stood leaning against the lamppost, lost in thought, when I felt a hand on my arm. Startled, I jumped and reached for my gun. Fuck, I’d lost concentration for a while, and getting caught off-guard rattled the shit out of me.

“Harrison? What are you doing here? Another taxi misfortune?” Her voice was low and raspy. I looked around for the dog, but all I saw were pools of light from the posts that spotlighted Main Street. No dog.

“Eva. I couldn’t sleep.” I offered by way of explanation, knowing it didn’t make any fucking sense. “Where’s the dog?”

Her face dropped. “Miu-miu is gone.”

“What? Where to?” Did dogs go on vacations or visits? Was there something I didn’t know that was a new trend?

“He stole her. His way of punishing me.”

“What the fuck? How?”

She placed her hand over her heart. “He had one of his guys break into the apartment. They kidnapped my puppy.”

If her eyes hadn’t looked so sad, her mouth turned down, I would have laughed. It was ludicrous. Who the hell kidnapped a fucking dog? And we were paying this moron from our hard-earned wages and heavy taxes? Christ almighty.

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he thinks it gives him power over me. That he can blackmail me into taking him back. He’s tried ever since he took her. But I won’t.” From the determined way her mouth was set, I hoped she’d stick to her decision. I didn’t want the fucking Senator back in her life. Not now, not ever.

She smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “And now he’ll be the one who has to take her out for toilet training at night.”

Her hand was still on my arm. Blood coursed through my veins, making me feel alive again. “Why can’t you sleep?” she asked, genuine concern in her velvety voice.

“I think I did a terrible thing,” I said simply. Had she heard about Jade losing the baby? During the daylight I was so fucking sure it was the right thing that had happened, but at night . . .

Worn out from weeks of sleeplessness, and not being out for pussy since the last time I’d found myself here, had fucked with my mind. Add to that my uncontrollable desire for revenge and I was one fucked up dude. Even I knew that. Sure, I’d jacked off a few times, and always to the image of Eva’s face, her tits, her pussy. Even though I’d never tasted them, just imagining them was enough to make me cum hard.

“Come upstairs. I’ll fix us a drink.” She pulled my arm playfully, taking a few steps backward toward the entrance.

“You should be sleeping. Don’t part-time psychologists who work as music executives need their beauty sleep?”

“So should you. Don’t stalkers who work as badass cops need their beauty sleep as well?”

I chuckled. I loved when she gave it as good as she got. Intelligent women turned me on beyond my wildest imagination. Sure, I sometimes fucked bimbos, but afterward it was always awkward when we had nothing to say to one another.

She led the way inside, and I watched her ass as she climbed the stairs, enjoying the view. I chuckled inwardly—men weren’t gentlemen letting ladies go first, no; it was so they could stare at the ass in their faces undetected and unashamedly. Worked for me.

Eva opened the door. It was warm and cozy inside, a fire crackling in the middle of the room from a sleek, modern double-sided fireplace. She pulled the scarf from around her neck and started unbuttoning her coat. I shrugged out of mine and placed it over the back of the armchair.

“You aren’t listening to me about locking your door. No wonder—”