Natasha

I’m here, in the inner sanctum of the Corrigan world. The C&C office building is a fortress, but their apartment building takes security about a thousand steps further. Entry here is on an invitation-only basis, and I don’t doubt the guards discreetly stationed everywhere would shoot to kill anyone who dares intrude. But, I’m here, and I plan to be invited back again.

“You must be Natasha!” a woman with a severe black bob, and tattoos on her exposed skin yells, running up to me as we walk outside.

“Chill, O’Keefe,” Haring tells her with an eyeroll.

I’m confused—because I thought her name was Matisse—until she responds. “Shut it, Kandinsky. This is a big moment. You’ve never introduced us to a woman before.”

“For good reason, apparently.”

“Kandinsky is more intriguing than Haring,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Ooh, I like her already,” Matisse says, giving me a high five.

“Really? I haven’t intrigued you enough by now?”

I don’t want him pulling away, so I pull him to me, and kiss him hard. “Just teasing you.”

“On that note, let’s introduce you to everyone.”

Most of their friends are nice, including Matt and Reina Corrigan, who come across as intimidating when I see them on TV. Even when they’re smiling, you somehow know not to mess with them. Today, they’re coming across like just a normal couple, in love with each other, and their baby. If I was just a “normal” person myself, I’d almost forget how dangerous they could be to me. Since I’m not, I vow to stay on my toes around them.

Aiden squeezes my hand a little harder than necessary when we’re introduced, but I just mentally roll my eyes, because I understand him being protective of his friend. Jake Mason is the only other one who treats me a little differently. He sits next to me when Haring goes to grab a beer, staring straight ahead. He doesn’t talk to me, but he fidgets a lot, and taps on his knee.

“Um, hi.”

“Hi.”

“Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Not really. Just having a seat.”

“Okay.”

It’s a little weird, but this whole situation is anything but normal, despite what it looks like around me. I see happy couples, and a few kids, all of them laughing and kissing each other. But, like with Matt and Reina, I know it’s not all it seems to be. No one looking in from the outside would know the danger lurking below the surface. A part of me wishes I didn’t know, either, but I do.

“You look sad,” Haring says, coming back with his drink. Jake excuses himself, and he takes the seat next to me again.

“Just thinking.”

“Was he bothering you? You were tapping your knee like your life depended on it.”

“Was I? I didn’t even notice. And no, Jake wasn’t bothering me.”

“So, what deep thoughts are you thinking?”

I give him an answer that’s the truth, although it isn’t what I was thinking about right now. “I was thinking about how deep you’re going to go when you take me up to your apartment.”

His eyes go dark, and he literally growls at me. “Are you serious?”

“I would not joke about getting a good, hard, fuck.”

“It’s going to be better than good.”

“Prove it.”

He sets his bottle on the table, grabs my hand, and pulls me to my feet. He’s holding me so hard it hurts, as he leads me back inside. I mention saying goodbye to everyone, but he just keeps stalking through the lobby, with me practically running to keep up.

I think he’ll get things started once we’re in the elevator, but he just holds my hand while staring straight ahead. For a second, I even think he might be mad at me. Until he turns, and the smoldering look on his face nearly brings me to my knees.

“Thank you.”

“I want this.”

“It’s still a gift.”

Holy Hell, this man. He’s going to be the death of me—and I don’t just mean the orgasm he’s about to give me. I mean, real death. I’ve avoided that fate for a long time, but Haring makes me not care about myself, and that’s what is so dangerous about all of this. If I’m distracted, I could get us both killed—and maybe some of the others downstairs, too. Sex. This just has to be sex, even if it isn’t.

Haring

I’m taking Natasha to my bed. That’s all I can think about as I practically drag her back to my cave—err, apartment. I’m feeling like some pre-historic guy who’s claiming his woman, and I can’t seem to turn it down, even one notch.

Well, except for the elevator. I felt Natasha’s fear, and it broke through my crazy for a moment. I’m about to be really crazy, and demanding, but I never want her to be scared of me. Never.

I pick her up the moment the door closes behind us. I have her under the ass, so it’s all me, and she’s not able to wrap her legs around my body. I need her to know I’m strong enough to carry her. It’s some fucked-up caveman shit, but it’s what I crave right now.

“It’s going to be hard, and rough, but you tell me to stop if I’m hurting you in any way, okay?”

“You won’t.”

“I won’t mean to, but I’m not feeling exactly like myself right now. You’ve brought out a side of me that’s never been set free before.”

“Do what you need to, Haring. I want it. I promise.”

I toss her down, once again thankful for the bed Chloe Griffin put in this room. It’s one of the reasons I chose this apartment as mine. Large pieces of wood are spaced a few inches apart at the head of the bed, exposing the slim pieces that form the vertical base. Just enough room for me to attach the restraints I’m partial to.

I go to the top drawer of my dresser, and pull them out. Natasha’s eyes go wide when I turn back to her with them in my hands. She looks scared again.

“What’s wrong, Vixen?”

“I don’t like to be tied up.”

“Is that a hard no, or are you just going to be a little uncomfortable until I put my mouth on you?”

Her eyes show a range of emotions while she makes her decision. Her eyes are closed when she speaks. “You can do it.”

I love that she trusts me, but hate the thought of her not enjoying what we’re going to do as much as I will. After attaching the restraints, I kneel on the bench at the end of the bed, and pull her to me, until her thighs are spread around mine.

I start at her forehead, pressing kisses from one side to the other. I continue dusting her face with soft kisses, until I reach her mouth. The kiss we share is hot, and sexy, yet still a little sweet. Her jaw gets a full treatment, before I take my lips lower.

Her neck is a thing of beauty, and I worship it with the attention it deserves. My mouth sucks, my teeth nip, and my tongue soothes. I want to mark her, but I know better; she can’t go into her bar all marked up without drawing attention. I am going to mark her, but lower, where only she and I will see it.

My hands have been clenched at my sides, but as soon as I’m done playing with her ears, I let them join in on the fun. I feast on her collarbone with my mouth, while my hands push her dress down her shoulders. I use my teeth to pull the straps of her bra down, forcing my eyes closed while I lavish her arms with kisses. She lifts her arms to help me get them out of the sleeves, and I kiss her hands in thanks.

I finally allow myself to look at her tits, and the sight of them makes me thirst like a dog on a hot day. Damn. Her bra is full coverage, grey, and made for functionality, and not fucking, but damn. There’s no hiding the size of her tits, and when I cup my hands around them, their weight is perfect, too.

“Beautiful, fuckable, and inspiring,” I tell her as I pull the cups down.

These beauties are mine, and I make sure Natasha knows it. I leave bite marks all over them both as I devour her. Her back is arched, and she moans as I have my fill.

“Haring…yes,” she tells me as I suck one nipple deep into my mouth.

I could stay here all day, making sure every inch of her tits is covered in red, but I want to go lower, and then I want to fuck. My dick is so hard it hurts, and it’s also leaking. I could come without being inside her, because just having my hands and mouth on her is so fucking erotic, but I’m forcing myself to hold back.

I lick her ribs from side to side, and rub my lips over her stomach, pushing the fabric of her dress lower as I go. When there’s nowhere left to go, I pull it up, and over her head, leaving her bra as is, because it looks so sexy pulled down.

Her panties are also about more function than fashion, telling me she didn’t think she was going to be in my bed tonight. I don’t know what changed her mind, but I’m definitely not complaining. Especially because she’s not acting embarrassed about what she’s wearing. It’s hot as fuck to have a woman own her lingerie, along with her body.

Sliding her panties down, I unveil her pussy, and it’s as pretty as I knew it would be. She’s not bare, but her red curls are neatly trimmed. I can’t help but draw a finger through her lips, before lifting her legs in front of me to slide the satin off. I take one shoe off at a time, showing her feet some love, and working my way down each leg, and back to her thighs.

Spreading her wide open once again, I nibble on her thighs as she squirms, and starts to beg. “Please.”

“Soon,” I promise her, biting her left hip, and then, her right.

I slide her a little further up the bed, so I don’t have to bend to reach the place my mouth is watering for. I meet her eyes for a moment, smiling at her, and then there’s no turning back for either of us. Not that I ever imagined there would be.