Page 61 of Hostile Cravings

“Are you going to yell at him for flirting with my staff, or do I have to do that?” I asked Angie as her hand rubbed over the black viper that coiled around my scar, fangs bared. The damned wound hadn’t healed enough when I got inked so I decided to keep the scar prominent as evidence of what I’d do to protect my girl and make the tattoo evidence of what I’d do to my enemies if they ever touched her again.

“Why don’t you forget about him and tell me how much you love me,” she said, dropping on me. I moved my hands to her ass, squeezing the firm skin and pushing her into my dick.

“Yeah, I think we need to take this someplace more private, baby. I really want you right now.”

“Dirty old man,” she teased before slipping from my hold. She lifted herself and my eyes followed the move of her body, the way her tits bounced when she stood. “I’m going upstairs to take thissuit off. I have a toy that can give me attention if you don’t want to play.”

I scrambled up, following her. “No way that toy is taking the place of my cock. Now, if you want to play with that some before I have my turn, I’m down with watching that.”

She turned, walking backward, and gave me a devious smile. “Why don’t you help me with it and if you really want, you can join it.”

“Damn, that sound like a plan.” I smacked her ass hard, the sound loud enough for Tony to yell at me. Snatching her up into my arms, I carried her back to the building, her arms encircling my neck as I took us to our honeymoon suite, plans of ravaging her the rest of the night and into the next day possessing my mind. But as I threw her on the bed, crawling over her, those big brown eyes looked up at me with nothing but love and all plans to take her hard like I always did disappeared. Instead, I made love to her, relishing in the experience of connecting with her on a level that only existed for Angie, one that had always been hers to own and to claim and forever would be.