Chapter Four
Carver ended his phone call just as the door to his room opened. He didn’t say anything, simply taking in the sight of her, wearing nothing but one of his shirts. The old white tee fell to her knees, looking oversized on her, but it did nothing to hide her tempting and curvy body or the swell of her generously-proportioned breasts.
While she slept, he’d imagined putting his mouth to her nipple, closing his teeth on it and biting down. Fuck, he fantasized plenty of filthy things he wanted to do to her, but he held himself back. His angel deserved better, and they needed to talk. Carver might be the most feared man in the city, but he didn’t take a woman against her will when compliance was so much sweeter.
Yasmin walked right towards the full floor-to-ceiling windows, gazed outwards, and gasped. Carver walked up behind her. Once his chest brushed against the curve of her back, she tensed, relaxing a little when he did nothing but trace his fingers across her arm.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“I can see the entire city from here. I didn’t realize we were so high up. Where are we?”
“Taurus Tower. I own this building,” he answered simply.
Carver could give her the entire world if she wanted. All she needed to do was ask. Yasmin didn’t understand the kind of power she wielded, or the sway she had over him. Having her here, in his apartment, cemented the fact he wanted to keep her forever. Carver could imagine waking up next to her in the morning, his body draped against hers, his dick sheathed inside her slick folds. He could see himself walking alongside her as they strolled across one of the city’s many parks.
Carver wanted to see her smile, hear her laughter. When he asked her if she was happy, she had no answers for him. He understood. Guy, the man he’d sent to escort Larry back home, updated him about their living conditions. While she showered, Guy appeared at his doorstep, bringing one small duffel bag, which held everything she owned.
They still had a long way to go before she even showed him a shred of trust, but Carver could be patient. She was worth more than anything he owned, or the empire he’d struggled to build.
As a monster that lived in darkness for so long, he’d never seen a glimpse of light until her.
“Of course you do,” she said, not stopping or pushing him away when he put aside her hair to press his nose against the nape of her neck. She shuddered, leaning in closer to his embrace. His erection dug against the zipper of his jeans. Carver clenched his jaw.
God, but she smelled good. Enticing, especially knowing she used the same soap he did. Yasmin looked amazing in his shirt, too. Possessiveness flared up inside of him, overriding any other emotion. It would be so easy to take her against the window and slide his dick into her cunt. He bet she’d be soaking wet for him, that if he ran his knuckles across her nipples, they’d be hard points.
All Carver needed to do was slide his hand up her thigh, past her shirt and gain access to what he’d soon own.
Breathing hard, he pulled away in case he did something he’d regret.
She turned towards him, a look of puzzlement on her face.
“Breakfast,” was all he managed to say, gesturing to the offerings in the kitchen. He had Guy stop at his favorite diner in the city along the way.
“You confuse me the hell out of me,” she said, joining him on one of the stools facing the kitchen counter.
“Why?” He didn’t know what she liked, so he’d ordered everything. Carver set out the waffles, bacon, and coffees.
She grabbed the coffee, brushing her fingers across his inked ones, and blushed before taking a sip.
Endearing as fuck.
“Just now, I thought you’d—” Yasmin faltered, took a longer sip. “Even back in your bedroom, when I first woke up. You left me untouched. Okay, that kind of sounded lame, but you get my point.”
“The last thing I want is for you to resent me. Besides, I know the outcome. Sooner or later, you’ll be begging for my touch, my dick.”
Color spread to her cheeks and neck.
“Cocky bastard,” she whispered. “Do you think I’ll give in so easily to you?”
“I know you will, angel. Most women are terrified of me. Oh, they’re curious about bedding the kingpin, but deep down? They’re in it for the thrill. They pretend to like the things I do to them in the bedroom, but you? You couldn’t hide what you were from me yesterday.”
“What I am?”
“I know what you desire.”
She broke eye contact and began bringing out the rest of the food from the brown paper bags. “Are you always this crass?”
In her haste, she knocked over her coffee cup. He grabbed her hand before the hot brown liquid hurt her.
She widened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him, reminding him of a deer caught in the headlights. An illusion. Carver knew steel existed in her spine. Larry McDowell might be a coward, a miserable excuse of a man, but his daughter? Yasmin was a fucking queen in her own right.
Few individuals possessed the courage to stare down the kingpin and offer themselves selflessly to save a loved one. He’d seen plenty of men and women cave, selling their own souls, their blood, for survival’s sake.
He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed each one. Hunger moved inside of him like a living storm. Unable to hold himself back any longer, he tugged her close until his chest pressed up against her breasts. She spread her fingers across his chest but didn’t step back, didn’t protest. If she did, he’d stop, reconsider his strategy.
Carver planted his hand over the back of her neck, holding her in place as he finally took her lips. He sucked and nipped on her lower lip, the moment made a thousand times sweeter when she responded. Like he predicted, she yielded to him and gave him her all, even parting her lips so he could thrust his tongue down her throat.
He pushed his other hand past the hem of her shirt, nearly driven mad at the realization she didn’t wear any underwear underneath. Not yet, he cautioned himself, moving his hand upwards to give one of her breasts a squeeze. She rubbed herself against him, a moan spilling out as he released her mouth.
Carver gave her nipple a pinch. Her pupils dilated, and her lips looked swollen from his kiss. Perfect.
He rubbed her tits and slid his hand lower, running his fingers over her mound, tugging at the pubic hair, and to his approval, she parted her legs, giving him more access.
“Beautiful girl, I want to see you get yourself off on my hand.”
She flushed red, but before her embarrassment made her pull away from him, he rubbed at her pussy lips and continued. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” She rocked her hips back and forth. “I like it when you give me commands, but I’m terrified at the same time.”
“You have nothing to fear from me, angel. The last thing I’ll do is hurt you.” He lifted his hand to his lips, still slicked from her juices, and licked at it. “Mmm, better than honey.”
If possible, she turned even redder. Yasmin didn’t protest when he lifted the hem of her shirt.
“Raise your hands,” he ordered, pleased she did as he asked, and he peeled the fabric off her. His shirt might look good on her, but naked, she was splendid. He silently devoured her creamy skin, her tempting curves, the swell of her generously-sized breasts.
“Do you look at all women you have over like that?” she asked as he placed a hand on her hip and brought her close to him.
Bare flesh kissed fabric. He knew with certainty that she was now his for the taking, that she’d submit to him beautifully, judging by her body’s reaction. Carver’s dick thickened, pressing up painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Not yet, he told himself.
He placed an arm over her waist and ran it lower, down the curve of her back to the globes of her ass. She shuddered against him, parting her thighs once more when he used his other hand to start stroking her cunt again. Yasmin gasped, eyes wide, when he slid two fingers into her tight heat.
A moan slipped from her lips, and he couldn’t help it. Carver sealed his lips over hers again.
“God,” she whispered when he pulled away.
She panted, rubbed her chest against him, and moved her hips as he pumped his fingers in and out of her hole. Carver groaned, wanting to free his erection from his pants. At this rate, his control would unravel and he’d flip her on her hands and knees and rut her like a beast. The scary thing was—he didn’t think she’d mind.
She’d welcome his roughness just as she’d stared into the darkness inside of him ten years ago and never once flinched. Dangerous woman. A temptress with the face of an angel, but he needed to establish Yasmin was his. Whatever Carver set his sights on, he went after it, and she was the elusive treasure he’d been waiting for his entire life.
Yasmin didn’t know it yet, but she was never walking out of here before becoming his.