I focus on the music as I weave through traffic. I spent the day in her father’s office, finding the documents Oliver needed. Once that was out of the way, I wondered how I was going to get through the next few weeks babysitting a woman I hunger to fuck violently.

My life has been spent in the most expensive homes in London, sometimes undercover, other times not. But for the most part, all my marks were assholes, men with too much money. Or men with secrets that needed to be exposed, one way or another.

I’ve used methods of torture that would make anyone squirm. And right now, all I can think about is her. I took it upon myself to make sure the staff knew they could take some time off tonight so I can be near her. I ensured the house is secure, especially with me at Sins while she’s here alone. Even though Hudson is still lurking around the city, and no doubt he’ll most probably want to visit his girlfriend later, I know as soon as he leaves, I’ll have her all to myself.

I don’t know why I did it. There’s no point in torturing myself, but I do. Being inside her was like heaven. It awakened emotions in me that were dormant for so long. And now, all I can think of is her taking my cock, my punishments again.

She proved it when she unraveled on the phone with me. When I heard her soft moans and sweet whimpers, I was a goner. But she also took all I wanted to give her in the scene we played out. It was like a dream. A woman who’s my equal, who can experience pleasure from the darker delights this world offers.

When her father called me to let me know he needed to go away for some time and needed me on-site, I agreed quickly. There was no way I would allow her to stay in the house alone. Something tells me she would prefer it that way, but not everything she wants will be handed to her on a silver platter. Me included.

It’s no secret we fit, but the thing that worries me is her youth. She could allow emotions to cloud her judgment, and that’s what I should be concerned about. Other than that, I know her safety is in my hands, and there’s nothing I won’t do to ensure that.

Oliver needs to get back to me to confirm everything I sent him was legit. That he didn’t need any more to take her father down.

The only problem is her boyfriend. He’s one I want to take down as well. That little prick better steer very far from me, or I’ll make sure his dick gets cut off and shoved up his arse. Perhaps if he walked in while I was balls-deep in his girlfriend, it would cement the fact that she doesn’t want him. At least, it will confirm she wants a man, not a boy.

“Are you going to talk to me?” she questions from the backseat as I turn toward their house. I cast a quick glance in the mirror but don’t answer. I allow her to stew for a few more moments, but I know her, and I know she won’t stop until I do. We’re pulling into the driveway when she finally cracks and continues her tirade. “This is ridiculous, Callan. If you’re going to be—”

“Madison, get out of the car,” I finally respond, turning to glance over my shoulder at her.

Her mouth falls open in shock at my harsh tone, but I don’t apologize. Why should I? She’s convinced I’m an arsehole, so that’s what I’ll give her. She stares at me indignantly, and I half expect her to fight back, but she doesn’t.

Shoving the door open, she exits the SUV, and I’m finally able to breathe. I don’t know what this woman is doing to me, but it’s not something I’m used to. I should’ve listened to Rick. When he told me to walk away, at least, to not pursue her, I should’ve taken his advice. But I’m stubborn, and now I’m here with no way out. The only thing is, I don’t want a way out.

I watch her pert little ass as she makes her way inside, leaving me to calm my hard-on before following her into the house. Shutting the front door, I wander through the foyer and find her in the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

“Sometimes, you need to learn that silence is as powerful as any words you can throw at someone, Blossom,” I tell her, stalking closer to the woman who has me wrapped around her finger.

Her breathing hitches when I take her glass, lifting it to my lips and taking a sip of the cold liquid. I lean in. Grasping her chin, I tilt her head toward me. Our mouths fuse for a moment as I trickle the sweet juice into her mouth.

It’s an intimate gesture, one I haven’t done in years. One that I haven’t wanted to do. When I’ve fed her everything, I plant a soft kiss on her full lips, reveling in the taste of her. There’s something so sweet about this woman.

She swallows, her heartbeat erratic as it pulses along her slender, delicate neck. The smooth, creamy flesh just begs to be marked. When I walked in on her last week and found her in all her naked glory, it took all my restraint not to pin her against the tiles and fuck her senseless.

“Do you enjoy giving me whiplash? You know, women are meant to be the indecisive ones,” she murmurs.

Her big, brown eyes meet mine. Questions dance in them, begging and pleading for more. She wants to learn about me, about the darkness that lurks within me. Would she run when she learned what I’m really like? I’ve done so many things she can never know about.

“It’s not being indecisive, Blossom,” I smirk, watching her eyes shimmer as they try to probe mine for all the answers to who I am. “It’s called being cautious. Because I grew up knowing it was either be an arsehole or get killed. So, in my defense, I wanted to live.”

She shakes her head, placing her small hands on my chest, searing me with the gentlest touch. My body is tense, taut in an attempt to reign in my need to push her against the kitchen counter and spread her legs. I want to open her, to delve into her depths, inside her mind, inside her body. Fuck, I need it.

“And now that you’re living? Is there any reason you’re still so angry?” Her question is harmless, but it slams right into my chest, burrowing a gaping wound wide open. With mere words, she’s floored me. Gripped my heart in her small hand, and she’s squeezing.

She’s stealing all my fucking breath, and I’m fucked because I want to give it all to her. I want to inhale her, devour her, to feast on her body until there’s nothing left. I want to make her feel the wrath I’ve held onto for so long I’ve kept it within me because it’s allowed me to live, to kill when I needed to without guilt.

“Yes, there is.”

“What is it?” she questions, her body far too close to mine, her mouth only inches from where I can devour it with my own. I want to steal every breath she takes and swallow every sound she makes.

“I want something that will land me in a shit-load of trouble, but I can’t find it within me to stop myself from taking it. Usually, I wouldn’t give a fuck. I’d plough through your world and leave it in shambles.” My confession causes her breath to hitch once more. She swallows loudly, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, leaving them glossed in her saliva. “But you’ve fucked with me, baby girl.” My eyes are glued to her face, her neck, her cleavage. The air is heavy with desire, that innate need for each other.

“And what if that thing you want just offers itself to you without qualms? If it assures you that nothing bad will happen to you?” There’s a hint of a smile on her lips as she says this.

My mouth kicks into a grin at her question. “If I took it, there’s no way it will ever survive the onslaught I have planned.”

This time she giggles at my confession. My hands reach for her hips, holding her steady as I walk her backward against the marble counter. Lifting her easily, I plant her ass on the top. She squeaks when her body makes contact with mine as I shuffle between her open thighs.

“If I took it,” I continue, “there’s no telling what the outcome would be. Perhaps I’ll break it. Make it quiver and pulse. Make it wet and needy.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” she rasps, and I know she’s as turned on as I am. I want to lean in, I want to steal her mouth, but before I can, the front door flies open, and I hear his voice before we see him.

“Madison,” Hudson calls to her, causing me to step back. It’s as if a cold bucket of water was just chucked at me, and I release my hold on her. The thick neediness that hung in the air evaporates, and our moment is gone.

She hops off the counter, stalking toward me. Then she leans up on her tip-toes and whispers in my ear, “I hope that you take it soon. I wish for you to break it, to have your wicked way with it. Remember, Hudson and I aren’t together. I wish you’d believe me.”

With that, she leaves me in the kitchen staring out the large bay window at the garden beyond. Then I hear her greet him.

“Hey. What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you, babe,” he says. I hear the smile in his words.

“Hudson, he’s not here. You don’t have to keep up the pretense.” Her voice is filled with frustration, and I wonder if she’s doing it for me, or if they really are just a smokescreen for her father. I know he wants his precious princess to be with the white knight, but she’s definitely got a thing for the bad boy in this story.

I head out toward the pool house where I’m staying for the time Mr. Parker is away. He offered me a room in the house, but there’s just too much temptation. I know if I walk in on her while she’s a sleepy mess in those tiny pink shorts, there’s no way they’ll survive.

They’d be ripped from her slim hips and on the floor in seconds. And I’d have my mouth on her sweet cunt devouring every inch of her. My cock aches as I flop onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling, I breathe through the desire coursing through my veins. My blood is heated for her.

This will definitely be the most difficult job I’ve ever had. But when I think of her, I know I’d do anything to keep her safe. Even from myself.