Chapter Five
What am I doing? Will I really let this stranger, this gorgeous, scarred and broken kingpin, take me in his kitchen?
Yasmin didn’t put up any resistance, never wanted to. Ever since he kissed her fingers, introducing her to his firm and proprietary touches, she was gone. That made her worse than him, didn’t it? Wanting the man who wouldn’t blink as his flunky hurt or ended the life of her father. Not that Larry won any father of the year award anytime soon.
“You’re distracted. Means I’m doing something wrong. Angel, I want your sole attention on me,” Carver said in disapproval, using those wickedly talented fingers of his to rub at her clit. She moaned and would have been unable to maintain her balance if not for his firm hand on her ass.
“Don’t be afraid, angel.” Carver stopped and released her, making her groan in frustration. One moment, he had her hot and bothered, and now, he wanted a conversation? God, but he was maddening.
“I’m not scared,” she stated.
Carver pressed her up against the kitchen wall, lifted her hands up over her head, and kept them there. An illusion of restraint, because as ridiculous as it sounded, she believed his promise. Carver would never hurt her unless she asked. If she told him to stop, he would in a heartbeat. Her pulse spiked. Her skin felt hot, stretched tightly over her bones. She looked right into his face, aware he rocked a massive boner for her.
“You are. You’re terrified of yielding to me, but don’t worry. I know you’ll bend, but never break.”
Yasmin didn’t know why his words made her shiver. If was as if he could peel away all the fortress walls she put up over her heart to hide her secret self and look right at her. He was right. She’d let him take her here and now, fuck her against the wall and beg him for more. Yasmin felt like a stranger in her own body, like it had a will of its own, and she didn’t care.
She blurted the first words in her head. “Kiss me.”
He granted her wish and closed his firm lips over hers. She loved it, the possessive way he devoured her mouth as if he wanted to show her preview of how he’d fuck her. He put one leg between her legs, and she rubbed her pussy against the denim of his jeans. Don’t be ashamed of your desires, he told her. No judgment here. She’d do just that, because with him, she felt like she no longer needed to hide for fear of rejection.
Carver broke from the kiss, only to plant more down the side of her neck. He used a little bit of teeth, leaving a trail of small, pinkish bites. Moisture flooded between her legs. She’d probably leave a mark on his pants, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Shirt,” she said, slightly out of breath as he traced her left nipple with his tongue. “Please. I want to see you naked, too.”
Carver released her hands, smirked, and raised his. She couldn’t help it. Giggling, she peeled off his shirt, unveiling rock-hard muscle inked in black. Seeing the artwork on him took her breath away. Yasmin couldn’t believe they were really doing this, but then, when was the last time she’d done anything wild in her entire life? Taking initiative, she undid the button of his jeans and unzipped him, widening her eyes as she pulled out his impressive shaft.
He smiled, showing teeth. “Daunted?”
Yasmin shook her head. Curiosity made her trace every vein, bump, and ridge with her fingers. He groaned, closing his fingers over hers, guiding her.
“Curl your fingers over my dick,” he instructed, gaze intense again. “Tell me, angel. How many men have you been with?”
She didn’t miss the surge of jealousy in his voice as she began to work him, stroking him from tip to root.
“Three, but all my exes made sex seem like it’s nothing special.” She focused on her task, not wanting to speak about her failed relationships, but Carver took her by surprise and gave her a slow kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip as he pulled away.
“They hurt you.” He made it sound like a statement, not a question.
“That’s a risk everyone takes.” She tried to sound casual, but bitterness accompanied her words. All her exes had taken vital chunks of her heart when they left, making her unable to trust anyone easily again.
“Everyone isn’t you. Tell me their names, angel,” he whispered against his ear, voice a deadly caress. “And I’ll make sure they never draw breath again.”
She halted, speechless. Yasmin believed him, yet his words reminded her she was in his world now, and the kingpin could snuff out lives as easily as blowing out a candle’s flickering flame.
“Angel,” he said, taking her wrist. She didn’t realize her fingers had started to tremble. “This entire city fears me. The last person I want to see with that horrified look is you.”
“I’m sorry. It’s just, I’m feeling way over my head.”
Carver kissed her fingers. “Even if the entire world becomes your enemy, I’ll fight them for you. You’re everything to me, angel, and you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, for you.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ever since we met in that dirty alleyway, it’s always been you.” Carver slipped a hand between her legs again, plundering her mouth, and Yasmin ceased thinking. The press of his hard body against her soft curves, the way he held her firm, it was so addictive, feeling wanted and wanting him.
“Carver,” she murmured, parting her thighs wider. “I need—”
“Tell me.” He nuzzled her neck, and she felt the brush of teeth there, moaning when he bit down, all the while moving his hand back and forth in her wet cunt. Carver continued, “How much do you want my cock in you?”
Yasmin could only manage to drag out one word. “Please.”
It seemed enough, because he took a condom foil from his back pocket. Of course, a man like him would carry that around. She bet one snap of the kingpin’s fingers and women would be all over him. Yasmin pushed those unwarranted thoughts of jealousy aside. Right now, in this moment, only the two of them existed. She no longer cared how she got here or pondered over his alarming words.
Carver guided his cockhead to her entrance but didn’t push in yet. He smeared pre-cum over the swollen nub between her legs, between her seam, as if he wanted to mark her like some territorial beast. Her heart raced as she gripped his shoulders. He closed his hands over her hips. Unthinkingly, she mounted him, closing her legs over his ass as he pushed her further against the wall.
Carver easily clamped his hands over her waist, supporting her like she didn’t weigh a single thing. Excitement and adrenaline surged through her entire system. Every inch of her skin felt sensitive, ready for him to mark and claim and take advantage of.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be a little wildcat.” Carver finally began pushing himself inside her. He didn’t go in all the way, but went slow and easy, despite gritting his teeth, his control impressive.
“God,” she whispered, as he finally sheathed himself all the way to the hilt. Carver felt enormous inside her, his cock stretching her pussy walls completely. She left tiny half-crescent marks on his skin, but that didn’t seem to bother him. His gaze never left hers the entire time. Her nipples tightened to ultra-sensitive points.
“Not God, angel. Just you and me.”
He began to hammer in and out of her, starting with a slow rhythm before picking up speed. She ached a little, but he soon replaced the initial pain with ecstasy. Carver reduced them both to panting messes. Each time he buried himself inside her, deeper, faster, Yasmin couldn’t tell where she began and where he ended. Carver fucked her like he owned her, and she didn’t care if it was wrong that she loved every second of it.
She scored her nails against his back muscles, only for him to pull them above her head again. Instead of holding her wrists down, he spread his big and callused fingers over hers, the gesture almost special, intimate.
Carver shifted the angle of his hips, and she gasped as he found her G-spot. Carver went for it again, and she squirmed, wanting more. She felt like she’d come apart any second now.
“Carver.”
He seemed to know her inner turmoil because he planted another biting kiss on her lips. “Go ahead, angel. Come on my cock. Do it now.”
At his last entry, she orgasmed. Her mind blanked as she came all over his dick. Carver pistoned in and out of her a few times before climaxing. He groaned, holding her close to him. She didn’t know why, but it seemed natural, resting her head against his chest. Carver didn’t put her down. After recovering, he carried her right back to the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Carver disappeared inside the bathroom and returned with a towel. She didn’t trust herself to speak as he cleaned her between the legs.
Rough in the heat of passion, sweet the next. This man confused the hell out of her, but the true danger lay in spending more time with him, because Yasmin was beginning to open her heart to a man who the entire city claimed was a heartless monster.