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  Before I could pull away and tell him what I was thinking, my eyes connected with his. I could see the determination there, and he told me with his eyes to go ahead and try to run.

  I felt it all the way to my bones, his command to stay still. His hand pressed into my chest forcing me all the way back.

  The cold floor met my heated flesh causing a deep shiver to dance along my body. What was I doing? Before I could answer my own question, he was on me, and his cock was rubbing against my pussy lips.

  I was still wet from my own climax, and he used those juices as lubrication.

  Another deeper moan escaped as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I couldn’t help myself as my hips started to move, grinding against his hard dick.

  Another orgasm mounted as the pressure was intense as it built up from our movements. Just as I went over the edge, I felt him press inside me using his weight to slide in deep.

  Pain rode the waves of my orgasm as I moaned out in discomfort and pleasure. Cole pulled his hips back and pushed in deeper until his cock hit my womb.

  This was really happening. I was losing my virginity to Cole. I couldn’t even fight this anymore. Having him inside me now, I knew this is what I had been waiting for my entire life.

  His fingers pressed over my mouth to keep me from screaming, as his other hand played with my clit. My hips jerked as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

  My mind went blank as pleasure rode my body hard. His hips retreated, only to slam home again and again. My tits jiggled with each hard return.

  I screamed into his hand as his cock stretched me over and over again. The pain mixed with a pleasure so intense I was at a loss for words.

  My hips jerked up to meet his as he took me. Cole grunted as he slammed into me harder causing my back to slide a little on the now, warm floor.

  The hand covering my mouth tightened as he demanded, “You will be quiet.”

  I nodded my head in compliance. I wasn’t one to listen to a man like Cole, but with the amount of pleasure he was giving me, I would have willingly done anything he asked.

  “If you don’t sweetheart, I’ll have to punish you,” he whispered against my ear. Shivers mixed with the tingles as he continued to slam home over and over. Getting punished by Cole sounded like something I would need to try. Maybe I needed to be a bad girl. A very, very bad girl.

  He didn’t slow down as he pulled his hand from my mouth. Biting my lip, I looked into his blue eyes. They were daring me to make a noise.

  The hand that was free wrapped up in my hair forcing my head back as he took me harder and harder. Small whooshes left my lungs in a rush as moans threatened to escape.

  My pussy clamped down on his rock-hard cock as my pleasure once again mounted to unimaginable heights. I was being fucked for the first time on a kitchen floor, and it should have felt filthy and wrong, but instead, it felt fucking amazing.

  Another squeeze of my pussy against his dick had him pounding into me. The speed had my eyes screwed shut and my hips shaking.

  When my orgasm hit, it hit like a Mack truck plowing me over and stealing all rationality. Then everything blanked. There was no sound, no fear, and no memories. Just his cock drilling me to the floor.

  Then I felt it as heat bathed my womb as Cole’s cock bounced and jerked deep inside me. His lips were pressed against mine trying to hold back my screams and his groans as we withered together on the floor.

  When it was over, and we were both spent, I laid there with his weight pressing me down and his cock still deep inside of me.

  But, as soon as he let me up, I was dressing and doing what I do best; running out the door like my life depended on it, and it might just have.

  Chapter 4

  Lilyanna

  I still had a job to do even if my pussy was on fire and my panties were soaked from our combined releases. I thought about going into Roger’s house and shooting the bastard up close and personal. After the marathon I had with Cole, I wanted nothing more than to go home and climb into bed.

  So here I was sprawled out on a rooftop looking at the thieving bastard as he sat on his couch watching tv. He had a beer in one hand and a remote in the other.

  The rifle’s scope focused on the spot where his heart was. I bet it was beating in excitement if what he was watching on tv was anything to go by.

  Two women were licking and kissing each other while a man stood by the bed stroking himself. Earlier I would have thought his cock was impressive, but he held nothing to Cole.

  Sure, the man was probably seven or eight inches and considered well endowed, but Cole had a monster in his pants.

  A pang in my chest had me wincing. He ruined me for other men. Fuck the man on tv was good looking and had an impressive member, but here I was comparing him to Cole and finding him lacking.

  Anger flared bright and red through me as I focused on Roger. I couldn’t think about it. Now wasn’t the time to wallow in pity or the would’ve, could’ve, bullshit.

  Lining up the shot, I smiled as I pulled the trigger. I watched as red splattered from Rogers once moving and breathing chest. It was a clean shot right through the heart.

  Climbing to my feet, I sighed as I made my way back to the car. Pulling out my phone I call Uncle Lark, hoping he wouldn’t know something was wrong then again, the man was like a freaky psychic he knew everything.

  “Bunny,” Lark answered.

  I couldn’t help myself, I smiled at the sound of my childhood nickname coming from his lips.

  “It’s done,” I tell him smoothly.

  “Good and how is my daughter?” he asked.

  I sighed as always. He knew everything.

  “She’s hurting,” I told him honestly, even though I was sure he already knew that.

  “And Cole?” he growled.

  My body tightened, and desire flooded me at the sound of his name.

  “Good,” I tell him.

  “Good,” was all he said before I disconnect the line. I had a bubble bath screaming my name, and it was time to go home and wallow in that self-pity that I wanted to avoid. Cole would never be mine. He wasn’t one to be tied down by just one female even if he stole my heart and wouldn’t give it back. I would always be on the outside looking in.

  Chapter 5

  Cole

  She wanted space from me and my brother, and I honestly didn’t blame her. Willow was heartbroken, and my fucking brother was to blame.

  My bare feet silently padded on the smooth, hardwood floor as I walked through the living room and into the kitchen.

  It was time to once again feed Willow, the woman would waste away if we didn’t constantly procure food for her. Grilled lemon chicken, mashed potatoes, and a side of sautéed peppers and onions seemed to be a favorite of hers.

  I felt eyes on me as I moved around putting everything I needed on the counter. My eyes fought the need to stray. I had Lilyanna on that floor just a few days ago completely at my mercy. Fucking her sweet pussy should have freed me from this need to have her, but it seemed to only make it worse.

  Just thinking of the way, her wet tight sheath clutched at me almost had me strangling my cock. Reaching down, I pressed on it and tried to force the fucker into submission.

  “I honestly hope you cleaned your hands after that,” Willow laughs.

  Turning I glared at her. It’s not like I stuck my hand down my pants.

  “Why the fuck should I?” I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

  Her smile got bigger, and her eyes darted to my hard dick.

  “It's unsanitary,” she replied as her cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

  “Don’t worry about it sweetheart,” I tell her with a wink.

  If my brother were here, he’d cut my balls off and feed them to me. Flirting with his woman was not a wise thing to do.

  I needed to get the fuck out of here, I was going stir crazy. I liked Willow, but I needed to kill something.

  “You must be sick of babysitting me,” her
sweet voice filled the space as if she read my mind.

  “I have other things I need to do,” I tell her honestly.

  She knew what I meant and took no offense to it.

  “Will your father send another brother?” she asks me.

  I know what she really wanted to know. She wanted to know if Marcus was coming back.

  “No,” I pause, before continuing watching her closely, “He’ll probably send Jacob’s son.”

  Her eyes fill with unshed tears as she darts to her feet. She nods her head and sighs before meeting my eyes.

  “Ok,” was all she said, before turning around and walking away.

  “He’s a miserable prick,” I tell her.

  My brother was fucking miserable I knew it and so did everyone else.

  Willow’s shoulders tighten as she pauses mid-step, but instead of replying she kept going.

  Turning back to the food I started the process of putting everything together since I already marinated the chicken in the garlic and lemon juice earlier.

  Chopping up the peppers and onions, I tossed them in the small skillet which had melted butter in it. I peeled the potatoes and placed them in the saucepan with water. I growled in frustration as once again my eyes cast to where I had Lily laid out like a fucking goddess on the floor. Her scent filled my nose, and the feel of her under my fingertips was burned in my memory.

  Fuck there was no getting over her.

  Chapter 6

  Cole

  The air was crisp as I crossed the street. I watched my brother shift as anger radiated off him in waves. This wasn’t the first time I’ve caught him hanging around.

  “Is she eating?” he asked me.

  Glaring at him, I ran my fingers through my hair.

  “Yeah, I fucking make sure of it. Want to ask if I hold her hand when we walk over mud puddles too?” I snapped at him. The bastard knew I was taking care of her.

  “Fuck off, Cole,” he growls at me.

  “Fucking fix this shit or leave her the fuck alone,” I tell him coldly.

  He kept his eyes on her windows. I could see it written on his face, the need to catch a glimpse. It was like an addict looking for his next hit.

  “How is she?” he asks me, his voice taking on a hollow note.

  “She’s miserable just like the prick standing in front of me now,” I tell him darkly.

  “Eric’s on his way over. We have a job to do,” Marcus tells me.

  Looking closer at my brother I fight the need to smile.

  “Did you tell him you’d remove his balls if he so much as looked at her?” I ask him, humor coating every syllable.

  “Yes,” he growls coldly. “The fucker is staying outside I don’t even want him breathing the same air as her.”

  I understood Eric was one of those men women found pretty like a fallen angel. I honestly didn’t see it, but women fall over themselves to get closer to him. I didn’t blame my brother, I don’t want him anywhere near Lily either.

  Chapter 7

  Lilyanna

  I was avoiding him like a coward. Once again I found myself on a rooftop, but this time, instead of shooting the target, I waited for him to come to me.

  Nate needed to die. It seemed that he crossed the wrong person because he got a little too close to Jaxson Carter’s daughter. I guess he cornered her at an event, and let’s just say he crossed a line.

  If he touched her in any way, my uncle would have killed him, then and there. This was a political kill and needed to be handled delicately.

  Something about him wanted to marry her, and my uncle wasn’t going to just hand her over for anything other than love.

  The Donahue’s wanted an alliance set in blood, and my uncle wanted nothing but to wipe the fuckers from the planet.

  “Lilyanna?” Nate Donahue’s voice held a note of surprise.

  He thought he was meeting one of his brothers. I had found myself hacking into their cell phones and sending the message, which was easier than people thought it would be.

  “You made a mistake Nate,” I tell him sadly.

  Honestly, he wasn’t a horrible person just a little fucked up in the head, but aren’t we all?

  Pulling the knife from my back pocket, I flipped it open. The butterfly knife moved quickly as I kept moving my hand. His eyes started to follow my movements.

  “You should walk away now,” he tells me coldly.

  I wasn’t afraid of him or anyone else for that matter. I knew as soon as this was done, I would have a target on my back. There was a reason no one fucked with them.

  The family was huge, almost as big as the Carters.

  “Lilyanna you need to fucking walk away,” he tries again.

  “I can’t, and you know it,” I tell him truthfully.

  Once we were close. He knew the moment a name was added to my list it needed to be crossed off. The only way it would be is if the person was dead.

  “We were friends,” he tells me, trying to gain some sympathy.

  “Were, as in past tense,” I tell him darkly.

  “What the fuck did I do to deserve this?” he asks me, his face going pale. It finally hit home that he wasn’t walking off this roof.

  “The party? Don’t you remember?” I ask him.

  “I didn’t touch her,” he tells me firmly.

  “You crossed a line, Nate,” I tell him, as I close the space between us.

  “Fuck,” he shouts, as my blade slides across his throat. The skin split and crimson red blood rushing through the now open wound.

  Pulling my phone out I called Uncle Jaxson.

  “Is it done?” he asks me.

  “Yes,” I tell him.

  “So, the war has begun,” he replied. Then the line went silent. Slipping it back into my pocket, I walked away from Nate, my once childhood friend. He was just another name that I crossed off my list.

  Chapter 8

  Lilyanna

  The world was silent as I stepped into my house. The shift of fabric sounded like a bomb exploding in the silent room. I hated and loved the solitude that my life provided.

  Liar. The voice in my head whispered. What about Cole? It whispered again.

  I hated that fucking voice because it reminded me that I had a conscious. Somewhere deep down inside of myself, I knew that I needed someone and he was a poisonous toxin invading my world like a nuclear bomb.

  My lips curled as his beautiful eyes flashed behind my eyelids. My heart sped up, my palms became damp, and my panties soaked. He had this control over me that downright terrified me.

  What a wicked game he was playing with me taking control of my body, my mind, my soul. Stealing my thoughts, my breath, and my dreams.

  I didn’t want to fall in love with Cole, the womanizer, the playboy, the man who was going to destroy me. Tears pricked at my eyes as the realization slapped me in the face. I was in love with a man incapable of loving me.

  It wasn’t instant love. It wasn’t an add water, and it will grow and become a perfect kind of love. No, it was messy and frustrating; it was killing me and has been for years.

  Every woman, every touch, every secret smile ate at me like an infestation. He was the reason I couldn’t look at other men because he stole my ability to find any semblance of happiness.

  But seriously, who would want to be with me? I killed people for a living, and I fucking loved my job. Any free person not drenched in the shadows of my world would be a victim of this life.

  I would have to be with someone who knew what this life was about, and that person just used me like a fucking windup toy.

  I sucked in a deep breath as I opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. If I hadn’t been stuck in my head, I would have noticed I wasn’t alone. There was another sound in my quiet sanctuary, another shift of fabric that sounded different from my own.

  I whipped around with my hand clutching the knife in my back pocket. I looked in the direction the sound came from and was sure the intruder would be.
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br />   “You’re getting sloppy,” Cole’s deep voice filled the silent room, overpowering the sound of my sharp, deep breaths.

  “Fuck,” I shouted.

  I glared at the man sitting in the shadows of my kitchen with his feet propped on top of my table. He looked like he owned this place, and I gave him a death stare.

  “How did you find me?” I asked him.

  His feet hit the floor with a thud, and I watched as he leaned forward with his arms on his knees. His face came out of the shadows and was illuminated by the glow from the fridge.

  “Sweetness, I’m offended,” he tells me, his voice low and dark.

  “Fuck you, Cole,” I snapped at him, anger coating every syllable.

  “In our line of work, you pick up shit along the way. I’m just good at my job,” he tells me frankly.

  I hated that he was right. I hated that I was slipping up.

  “Now Lily, I want you to take those fucking pants off and bend over this table,” his voice was husky and filled with command.

  This is how it was between us. We hated one another and fought every desire to be together as a couple. Although, when it came to sex, neither of us could fight the pull bringing us together.

  “No,” I tell him while my pussy clenched at every word he uttered, begging for what he was offering.

  “Don’t push me darlin’,” he tells me quietly.

  Before I could tell him to go fuck himself, he was stood and closed the space between us. My tongue felt swollen, and my throat was dry, so dry it felt like sandpaper.

  “Take them off and bend the fuck over, baby,” his voice was firm, and my body moved even though my mind shouted to fucking cut that shit out.

  I wanted this even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself. It was a weakness that I didn’t want, but I needed to.

  My fingers pulled the button on my black jeans and slid the zipper down. I listened as it echoed off the walls and mixed with the sounds of our harsh breathing.

  My nipples were little hard pebbles of need, and my clit was throbbing in time to my rapid heartbeat.