How could someone be your heaven and your hell?

 

Kelli Picerno lay on her side and watched the man who she’d been hiding out with for the last week. His jet black hair had grown out longer than she’d seen it, but that was to be expected. They were on the outskirts of town living in a beautiful cabin like they were on the run. There was a reason for that. They were on the run from seemingly everyone.

 

She’d met the sexy Carson Hale at a dive bar where he was trying to find information about where to find the mark he’d been sent to kill. Little did she know he was there to kill her favorite cousin Argo, and little did he know she was the only daughter of the city’s largest organized crime boss. Since she’d met him, it was like she was in a constant state of “what the fuck.” Sometimes it was wonder, amazement, disbelief, or a varied amount of other things that made her feel this way. They had a deep connection, and it was one that she hadn’t ever found with another person.

 

Unfortunately, she’d acted irrationally when she heard from her controlling father that he was going to kill him and pushed the head of the organized underworld down in front of her cousin and many of his followers. She was able to save Carson, but she didn’t know for how long, and she didn’t know what her punishment would be for her part of what her father would call betrayal of the family for a stranger.

 

“You know I can feel you staring at me,” he muttered in his deep sleepy voice. Have mercy. The man sounded like her favorite treat deep, dark and chocolate, and it made her want to slide her fingers into her panties immediately.

 

She’d heard before that your body can feel someone watching it even when they slept, but she didn’t believe it before now. “I stare at you all the time, and you never notice.”

 

“I notice. I just don’t say anything about it because I think it’s hot as hell, but you’ve been doing it for quite a while. So I thought I’d let you know so you can either tell me what’s on your mind or I can occupy your time since you have nothing better to do than to stare at me.” He opened his eyes, and his clear green gaze scanned her face as if he were looking for the answers there. “What’s the problem?”

 

“I don’t know, Carson. Could it be that we are hiding out from who knows how many groups? Doesn’t that bother you? How the hell is this going to end?” She wasn’t actively trying to wake him up to talk to him, but now that he asked her, she did have a lot of things on her mind.

 

He sat up on his elbow and turned toward her. “There is a lot going on in that mind of yours. Know that I have a few things in the works for how to get both of us out of this.”

 

“Do these plans include us walking on our own two feet and being a part of the land of the living?” She wasn’t trying to be a smart ass, but they were both living here in la-la land on borrowed time and money, and the real world was just outside that door.

 

“That is the plan. I want us both to get out of this alive.” He looked so sincere, and she had to give it to him. This man could wake up and have a decent conversation. She didn’t know if someone had awakened her out of a deep sleep if she’d have much more than grunts from her.

 

“What about my cousin, Argo? If you were hired to kill him, then won’t there be some repercussions from that?” She was getting herself all worked up about this, but it didn’t seem like he worried at all. The man had been hired to kill her cousin… her freaking favorite cousin, and here she lay in the bed with him. Her father would call it sleeping with the enemy, but she had to believe that Carson was going to make sure everything was going to be okay.

 

“I’m working on it and hoping that we can be out of here within the week.” He gathered her into his arms and rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him. Warm and fragrant, she was filled with the beauty of being in the bed with a man who filled her spirit as well as her sexual needs.

 

She knew that he was having lots of conversations with people off and on throughout the day. The talks he’d been having were quiet and personal. Growing up with a mafia father had taught her not to ask many questions, but she wasn’t a kid anymore, and Carson wasn’t her father so her need to have answers grew with each phone call. They had bought throw away phones since she’d had to ditch hers while she was trying to save his life when her father found out that her new boyfriend was trying to kill his first in command who was also his nephew.

 

“Argo won’t be killed. Right?” She picked her head off his chest to see his face when he answered that question. It had been difficult listening to the real reason he’d fallen into her life, and it was something she was still working through. Her father could order someone’s death as easily as people ordered a pepperoni pizza, heavy on the sauce and light on the mozzarella. Kelli didn’t like violence and had tried her whole life to stay away from it, but she’d practically fallen for this beautiful man within days, and after listen to him tell her his life story, it appeared she’d been vigilant for nothing. This man was as dangerous as they came.

 

“I’m trying to get that whole deal resolved.” He looked her in the eye when he said those words so she wanted to believe that he was telling her the truth, but did she really know? When working with criminals, no one knows 100%.

 

“I don’t know what I would do if someone killed Argo. He’s more like a brother to me than my brothers are. He was one of the only ones who ever tried to understand that I was different from most of the people the family who just went along with the mob lifestyle. He stood up for me and helped me get the life I wanted.” She looked over to see if Carson could hear what she was trying to say about her cousin Argo and was relieved when she watched the remorse fill his eyes. It would have to be enough that he understood what was going on with her and how important Argo and his survival was to her. That man had fought tooth and nail to get permission for her to move out of her family’s home and for her father to set up that boutique for her. Argo was the second in command, but her father looked up to him more than anyone else, so when she had Argo’s ear, she knew she also had her fathers.

 

The room was filled with regrets and tension that the conversation and their situation had brought about. After spilling so much of her guts before breakfast, she felt like she was wilted. There was nothing else to say to express how important it was to her that her life remain Argo-filled, but she wondered how much a man like Carson could actually do. He didn’t seem to be in a management position but more of a person who fills the contractual agreement.

 

“I hate to see you like this, Kelli. The thing is… I don’t know what the future holds. It’s new for me to even worry that far. I’ve always been in it for myself and partially for my brothers in the club, but having someone like you involved is putting an unfamiliar spin on something I’m usually accustomed to dealing with. That’s not to say that I’m not going to go over and above that standard, but I just wanted to let you know where I stand.”

 

She could understand that, but that didn’t help the fact that she wanted some reassurance that her cousin wasn’t going to be harmed, and he was basically telling her that he couldn’t offer that to her.

 

He rolled her on her back so he was on top of her, and the wanton that she was had her legs spread so that his big body settled right between her legs. Losing herself in sex was something that she’d done before but never with someone so good at it or someone that she was beginning to feel something for. All those dumb love songs were right when feelings were involved it did make everything more intense.

 

“I know there are a lot of things that are going on, but now isn’t the time to worry about them because nothing can be done. There are some things going on behind the curtain that I have to wait and see how they pan out but no one is saying we can’t have fun while we wait.” His words were interspersed with kisses, and she hoped he continued with this mode of communication all day.

 

If he had said this at another time, she probably would have been able to recognize the validity of his words, but with his hard cock rubbing against swollen clit with only her silk panties as a barrier, she could barely make out what he was saying.

 

“You’re so ready for me. I love that.” He was watching her like he normally did when she was more far gone than he was. There was no reason for her to be this excited except for the fact that watching him sleep turned her on like nothing else. He looked so peaceful and sweet. When he woke up, he was a barrel of energy, and sweet wasn’t on the list of what she would call him. Wicked may have been a better choice of word for him. He was an unusual man, so maybe she should just make up a word for him. Sweet and wicked would equal - Swicked. That was the perfect name for what he was.

 

“Fuck me, Carson,” she moaned and wished she hadn’t. There was a contest she and Carson were involved in… even if he didn’t know it and damn it if he wasn’t always winning. His eyes lit up whenever she was losing control, and for once she wanted to see that happen to him.

 

“Not so fast. There is no need for a sprint when we have time for a marathon.” He was always trying to slow her down when she wanted to speed things up.

 

“Marathons last all day with several episodes finishing throughout the day.” She told him her logic and hopefully he’d be so confused by it he’d just make her come just to shut her up. Whatever it took to get what she wanted in the sexual arena, she was ready to do it.

 

“What kind of marathon are you talking about?” He stopped the soft grind he was doing against her pussy to look into her eyes. She hated when he did that. If he wanted information, he would stop all physical activity until he got what he wanted. She would do that to him one day. Make him wait for her. Today wasn’t the day it was going to happen, but it was going to happen. She tried to hold off on her explanation, but when he looked like he wasn’t going to move without it, she burst.

 

“Law and Order marathons do exactly that,” she huffed out.

 

He laughed with a deep and hearty sound that made a smile cross her face even though she didn’t think, even a few seconds ago, that she would have been willing and able to smile. He started his hips in the motion he was doing before her question made him stop, and she was happy that they were at least going in the right direction.

 

“Well this ain’t Law and Order, baby. This is my fat cock slipping and sliding into your wet pussy and you’ll come for me when I tell you that you can.” The cocky smirk that accompanied that comment should have pissed her off, but she loved it… every teasing bit of it. Should she be afraid of the feelings that seemed to be growing with each passing second? Maybe, but there were so many other things to worry about this one seemed pretty minor.

 

That type of talk was what she’d been waiting to hear since she started out in the sex game, but since she was the daughter of a high ranking mafia boss, the men in her life were very respectful and kind. Too bad that’s not what she wanted. It wasn’t that she didn’t like nice, but she liked her sex with a bit of bite to it, and she didn’t like men who just took her shit and didn’t have anything to say back to her about it.

 

“Then do it.” She thrust her hips up to meet his and was so turned on when she got a harder thrust than he probably anticipated, and she shuttered with how close she was to coming.

 

“Did you miss the part where it’s me that tells you what you can or can’t do?” He rolled off her, and she was instantly sorry about her smart ass mouth. “Get out of the bed.”

 

She was dressed in a tank top and her panties. Her large frame still jiggled like it always had, but now she was almost proud of the body she’d been given. He watched her like she was his favorite treat, and he was famished. He was leading them to the kitchen, and she had no idea what he was up to. Did he want a snack or a beverage? It wasn’t that this wasn’t a bad idea just bad timing. She’d make him a gourmet dinner if he would just give her what she needed. Down the stairs and around a corner, he directed her with his hand on her lower back, and she went along without fuss.

 

“Take off your panties and get yourself up on the counter.” He watched her walk around the room and do what he’d requested but waited a few minutes before he said or did anything else. She hated that with a passion. She got all worked up, and he was able to stay in control. She was a patient woman, or so she thought before she’d met him, but damn he could take her to the brink of her sanity. If they weren’t in such a predicament, she would have loved him to meet her family and especially Argo.

 

“Do you know that your face scrunches up when you get impatient? It makes me so hard knowing how much you want my cock.” He walked over to her slowly, but she could see the desire in his eyes. That made this whole ‘calm as hell’ demeanor feel a little bit better, but it still made her want to shake him up a little bit.

 

“Maybe I just want to come. Did you ever think of that? It could be that anyone could make me feel this way, but it just happens to be you… right now, because you’re here… right now.” She didn’t know about all this cockiness in his tone and demeanor. It was well deserved, but she didn’t want him thinking he could just run over her.

 

Cocking his head to the side, he studied her for a few seconds. “I’ve offended you. That wasn’t my intention.”

 

There was nothing to do but shake her head and hope he just got to it. The way he made her feel didn’t make a lot of sense. She couldn’t say that he lied when he first met her because she had too, but when he found out more about her, he did a lot of omitting, and that just wasn’t fair. This was truly life or death they were dealing with… her cousin’s, and after the performance she’d put on with her father, possibly her life as well.

 

“I love that you enjoy my body as much as I enjoy yours. You’re a beautiful, sexy, kind woman. Just knowing that I turn you on enough to get you all flustered does something to me, but I’d never use that against you. When I make you wait, it’s to build anticipation for the both of us.” The smirk was gone along with the attitude, but contrary to what she thought she wanted, she missed the cocky attitude. What the hell was going on with her?

 

She understood that and in some ways was glad that he had a bit of control. If it were up to her, she’d just come as much as she wanted, but it wouldn’t feel as good as it did when he drew it out. She was secure in herself enough to know that, but just as spoiled that she wanted what she wanted when she wanted it.

 

He nodded his head, and she realized that she must have given something away that said she was okay because he was moving on.

 

“Bring both of your feet to sit on the counter. I want that pussy open to me. I want to be able to feast on your flesh and have you just ready to take what I’m going to give you. Are you ready for that? Do you want me to eat you until you come all over my mouth?” His voice got so sexy when he uttered his dirty words. With that tone and voice, he could get her to do almost anything. It wasn’t something that she wanted him to know, but it seemed like he already had a good idea.

 

She could barely breathe when he talked like this. It was so decadent and sexy. No one had ever dared to say anything like this to her, and she was overjoyed that he did. There were a lot of jerks in her life, and if she could help it she didn’t want to fall for any of them. The vote was still out on this one, but she’d better make up her mind on what kind of guy he was and what she wanted to do about it because she was falling fast as a runaway train going down a mountain. Returning to her senses, she wanted to see what he was doing to her, and when she saw the way he wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her so that her ass was resting on the edge of the counter, her belly flipped a bit.

 

He always had such great plans, and when she followed his orders she was surprised at how she felt. The position she was in made her feel so sexy and exposed. How had he come up with this idea? As she watched him he pulled up a chair and moved it to sit right in front of her. His mouth was on the level of her damp sex when he sat down. She couldn’t move to him or she’d have fallen off the counter.

 

Putting his hand on her stomach as if to settle her, she felt herself quiver under his touch, but she was pretty much done with the anticipation of the moment. Action was what she wanted, and action is what she’d get… sooner or later but she wanted now.

 

“Taste me, Carson. I know it’s great to wait but I’m so close I feel like if you blew softly on me I’d come.” That purring voice couldn’t be hers. She was a self-respecting equal in sex, but that almost whine deserved a bit of cheese and caviar. Kelli was no whiney bitch; she was going to have to pull herself together.

 

He moved his face closer to her pussy while looking up at her and blew softly on her clit. She moved her hips and tried to get more contact, but he moved away. Carson moved back towards her and did it again and she wondered what the hell he was up to. Since she was disappointed with how she sounded with the last outburst, she decided that she would just give him a questioning look. “You’re not as close as you think.” He picked his head up and cocked his head at her, and she almost wanted to laugh at his smugness. He mixed sex up with so many things – humor, wit, cute – it was a wonder that they had sex so much. It was always a new experience

 

“That may not have thrown me over the edge, but I’m close, baby, so close.” The second whimper in her voice should have made her more upset, and if she was with another man it would have, but she trusted Carson. Even through all of this turmoil and questions of loyalty she trusted him with at least this. Kelli trusted him not to try to intimidate her, control her, or humiliate her, and for now that was as good as it got. It let her be free and have fun even with the powerfully dark rain cloud that was always above both of their heads.

 

“Lift up your shirt. I want to see your tits.” He smiled at her in the swicked way he had, and she was happy that he was able to figure out what she liked. Her breasts in the cool air of the kitchen grew full, and her nipples stood out more than they normally did. They were always sensitive, but with the way he used his scruff to rub against her and his teeth and tongue made them tingle before he’d even touched them.

 

“I like them when they are hard and tall like that.” He got up from the chair and leaned over her pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. The shock of warmth after the cold was almost enough not to need his cock or his tongue. Almost.

 

“Bite me, harder.” She wanted nothing more than to have him enjoy her. The company, the conversation, and lastly the sex.

 

“So greedy today,” he said as he slid two of his large fingers into her wet opening. She wouldn’t have believed it would feel this good, especially since Carson had been feeding her sexual needs for the last few weeks. He sucked her hard, but he didn’t bite her. When he did his magic going back and forth between the two sensitive hard spots, she put her hand into his hair to hold on and to hold him in place.

 

“Just don’t stop.” She was trying to bring herself closer to him so she could get more stimulation to the areas that needed it, but it was hard to maneuver when she was so close to the edge of the counter.

 

In and out he pumped into her, and when he moved away from her hard wet nipples and sucked her clit into his mouth she couldn’t hold back. Grabbing his hair, she pulled him to her so he couldn’t let go and she rode his face like he was the bronco at the local bar. She wasn’t getting down from that ride until she was completely done. He had taken her right over the edge and the power she felt from her orgasm and holding him in place was astonishing. The moan that came out of her mouth felt like it would never stop, but when she came back to her senses, Carson was kissing her inner thighs and mound softly.

 

“Round one,” he said as he stood up and lifted her off the counter. That was quite a feat because she wasn’t a small woman and didn’t remember a time when anyone else had done something like that. It made her feel dainty. So there was just one more reason to like the guy, because that was a feeling she liked and would enjoy feeling again.

 

“How many rounds will there be?” She looked at his face as he carried her through the house, up the stairs, and back to the bed.

 

“That’s the question that will have an answer in the morning.”

 

She was dropped on the bed with an unceremonious bounce and that made both of them laugh, but she scrambled toward the edge of the bed so she could pull down his boxer briefs and let his hard cock free. Would he tell her he had other plans or would he just let her do what they both wanted her to do? She wouldn’t have to think about that long because he seemed to be in no hurry to stop her decent.

 

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

 

“Famished, but I know something that will satisfy me.” She loved the sexy talk he encouraged, and since she was not as aroused as she normally was when they got to the cock sucking portion of events she could even play a bit.

 

“Then don’t let me stop you.” He had his hands in her hair, but he didn’t pull her toward him or even direct her movements. She could feel him stroking her hair like she was a treasured pet. This guy was so multifaceted. A paid killer who could be gentler than any man she’d ever been with and a sex guru who didn’t mind sharing his knowledge or his hard cock. Not that these two personalities were mutually exclusive, but it did make her wonder about all the layers he had.

 

There was an art to pleasuring a man’s cock, and the technique had to be something that was individualized to each particular person. She’d studied him long and hard enough to know that his patience wasn’t just for her. He liked to be brought to the brink of orgasm again and again making for a long fun, night for them both. She enjoyed sucking him hard from his flaccid state and then snuggling with him until he was soft again. Then when he’d had enough playing, he was much more active. Pushing into her mouth, groaning like a wounded animal, and lifting his hips from the bed. It was amazing how much that excited her. She liked to do that often, but he liked to distract her from that so he could play with her body.

 

Kelli started the light licks at the crease where his inner thigh met his body. Feeling his balls on her cheek, she made her way over to lick her way up from the base of his cock. Not giving him more than she thought he wanted but he was already in grunt and thrust mode.

 

“Not tonight, Kelli. I know you like to suck me hard time and time again, and as much as I enjoy receiving such attention, I don’t want that today. I want to come deep in your pussy, and I don’t want to wait.” His voice was raspy, and she wondered what made the sex they were having tonight so different than other nights. It seemed more intense. She wasn’t complaining, but it made her wonder what was going on.

 

She sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth and watched him to see what he’d do and where he was with what he claimed he wanted. It could be the since of power she felt when she held this vital man’s most precious organ in her mouth and how much control she had over him at that time, but she didn’t want this portion of the night to be over so soon. “Oh… so now you don’t want to wait? All the times I’ve told you to hurry and you’ve had a reason or rationale as to why it was better when you drew it out, but now that you want your balls emptied and your sex fast, I’m just supposed to say alright?”

 

He chuckled as he watched her. “I guess not. So tell me, are you testing me… or yourself?”

 

She didn’t answer as she continued to suck softly in the same spot where she started. Sometimes she’d let off and lick the soft underside of the tip because she liked the way it made him change the pattern of his breathing, and other times she go into attack mode where she didn’t let off no matter how much he pumped his hips or moaned her name.

 

He pulled her off, and the soft pop her mouth made when she was disengaged gave her goose bumps. This was going to be good, she just knew it, and when she found herself on her back with him above her stroking his cock like he meant business, she spread her legs wide to accommodate whatever happened next. She’d have to admit that he picked her up and moved her around at an alarming rate. One minute she was hunched over sucking him like her favorite lollipop, and the next she was in a very compromising situation.

 

“Are you ready for me?” His tone was playful, but the seriousness in his eyes was a contrast, and she again wondered what was going on. Now wasn’t the time to get into it, but she would remember that she wanted to talk to him about it.

 

“Did you really just ask me that? When am I not ready for you?” She placed her hand on her pussy and tried to be as enticing to him as he was to her. It must have worked because his gaze seemed to be caught on the small circular movements of her hands, and he continued to stroke himself as he watched. “It appears that you would like to watch me play with myself more than you want to play with me.”

 

She must have caught him off guard with that one because the sudden movement of his eyes to hers she could tell he was amused. Reaching over to get a condom from the nightstand, he sheathed himself quickly and then moved over her body like the incoming storm she knew he could be.

 

Even in his haste, he was patient and slow moving. He lay his throbbing, hard cock against her mound, and she was again worked up and ready to go. Moving her hand, he brought it to his mouth and licked and sucked on each and every finger moaning his approval for her taste. Who did that? Apparently he did and obviously by her reaction it was extremely effective.

 

“Sweet,” he murmured with a smile.

 

“How do you do this to me so quickly?” she murmured to herself, but she knew he’d heard her.

 

“Our bodies are fascinated with each other, and it’s like a chemical reaction when we get close together. Your body loves to mingle with mine because it knows it’s going to get off and it’s going to get off hard, and my body is receiving the same reaction.” He didn’t look smug now, but he seemed just as impressed at how their bodies worked together.

 

It was a silly explanation, but it could be true because sometimes it felt like there was some sort of electrical charge when he walked in the room. She could almost pinpoint the second he was in the vicinity like when he fucked her he’d left a homing device that alerted her to his presence. She’d never tell him or anyone else that because it sounded crazy, but it was true. She nodded to let him know that she’d heard the words that escaped his mouth and waited for more good things to occur.

 

“You don’t have anything to say about that?” He continued to rub his cock against her wetness, but he remained on the outside of where she thought they both wanted him to be.

 

“I can’t disagree. There is something semi-magical about our encounters, but I don’t want to speak of it. There is so much that can go wrong, and I don’t want to jinx it.” She wound her hands into his hair and played with the soft length. Even mentioning the jinx made her think everything was going to fuck up. How could it not? This line of thinking wasn’t going to get her anywhere so she may as well focus on therm.

 

“There is no such thing as jinxing it.” He told her, and she could tell from vibe she was getting from him that he really believed all that he was saying.

 

“You don’t believe in fate or divine providence?” She really wanted him to fill her and make her forget any and everything, but they’d never talked about his belief system, and she found she really wanted to know.

 

“I guess to a certain extent, but really I believe we make our own destiny. It’s what I have to believe. To think that all that I’ve been through was written in the stars is sad as fuck. My life hasn’t been pretty, and I can’t believe it was meant to be like that. It makes more sense that there were people and circumstances that fucked things up and I was the product of that.” Talking like this wasn’t making him stop his ever sexy pumping, so she didn’t mind going on with the sad conversation.

 

She could barely respond to such a sad stance on how his life was going and what he thought the reason and rationale was. Her mouth was open as she tried to find the words to comfort him and soothe herself, but his self-depreciating smile said it all. He believed the nonsense he was spouting, and the nurturer in her wanted to fix that.

 

“This conversation got pretty deep, huh?” he said before he lowered his mouth to hers.

 

Since she hadn’t known what to say to him about his last statement to ease him and the moment, she poured what she truly felt into the kiss. Would he feel what she was trying to convey through her touch? She didn’t know but she had to try.

 

He slipped into her easily, and she gripped him with her inner muscles trying to grip him tighter and increase both of their pleasures. She got what she wanted when he moved his upper body away from her to watch what she was doing. Could she admit that she adored when he did this? It was like watching her made him hungrier and more turned on. Who didn’t want to believe that they were the most beautiful woman in the midst of sex? He made her feel that she was.

 

“This isn’t going to take long, Princess,” he grunted as he moved faster and faster within her sex. She reached around to grab his ass with one hand and brought his mouth back to hers with the other. That name had been given to her by almost everyone she knew growing up, and she’d hated it, but with one deeply sexy utterance, she was in love with the title.

 

His kiss was brutal as he sucked her tongue into his mouth and pounded her pussy at the same rate. It was her who let the kiss go as she needed more oxygen to feed the growing arousal that was over coming her body.

 

“Carson?” she cried as her body tightened up so hard it was almost painful.

 

“I’ve got you, Princess. Just let go.” The thrust got harder and deeper making her hold on tight as she tried to keep herself on the ride at all times.

 

There is was again. Princess. The name wasn’t even close to sexual, and if he would have called her that when she wasn’t in the preliminary stages of an orgasm, she probably would have told him not to call her that. But, here, where she could barely think of how to form words let alone sentences, that one word was making her just that more excited.

 

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he growled into her ear and it was almost too much.

 

The dam broke, and her body contracted so hard she hoped she wasn’t strangling his cock, but the responding shout she heard from Carson let her know that he was enjoying her orgasm as much as she was. Their bodies worked together as they seemed to get maximum pleasure from their mutual combustion. She couldn’t remember when she was with someone where the sex got better and better. It had to plateau… it just had to, but up until now, it just hadn’t.

 

When her breathing started to get back to normal and she didn’t sound like she was being chased by zombies, she wondered how it would feel if she could have felt his warm seed squirting her from the inside but that was something that would have to wait for another time, if ever. They were in a hell of a pickle, and a baby wouldn’t make their situation any better. Where in the hell was her mind going? Kids with a killer? Not that she was thinking about having a baby, her thoughts were more in the line of feeling him without the thin film of latex between them. That was almost as scary as trying for a baby. It wasn’t like most of her family and some of her friends weren’t in the same occupation as her current bed mate, but she’d done everything she could to stay away from this life. She’d distanced herself from her criminal father as much as she could and tried to lead a normal and healthy life, but without her knowledge, this thief of hearts stole hers away before she’d known who he really was. He thought there was no such thing as fate, but she knew differently. It was real, it was powerful, and it was non-negotiable. Whatever he thought was going on he’d have to deal with, but the one thing she did know was she must have done something really messed up because fate was kicking her ass.