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When the shit hits the fan, Beth Rammada has no choice but to get the hell out of Chicago. Her family are sinking fast and she's at risk of being used as bait to hurt her father.
But living on the streets of New York is no walk in the park, until that is, she's taken under the rather dubious wing of Roper Hermanus. He's rough and tough and likes it kinky, or so he says. But should she stick around and help her sexy new friend turn a few tricks? Or should she be running for the hills?
As their journey reveals secrets, Beth falls for the man who's shown her a new side to her erotic self. It seems their demons are compatible, they understand the underworld, extortion and blackmail is their currency.
Until that is the biggest secret of all has to be announced to their families. Will Beth's life ever be the same again? Does she want it to be? And will her mobster lover be there when she needs him most?
“I’ve fucked you, Beth,” he said, slipping his fingers over her ears and into her hair.
“Yes.” She couldn’t deny that. “You have.”
“And now I’m going to make love to you.”
“But you don’t love me.” She rolled her eyes. What was he talking about?
“No…” He rubbed his thumbs over her cheeks. “I don’t.”
He kissed her. A soft, gentle kiss that spoke a thousand words, telling her how much he wanted her. That she was safe with him. That everything was going to be okay.
She leaned into his body, taking what he gave her. Damn, she shouldn’t be doing this. What they’d done already was bad enough—rival families just didn’t hook up. It was a big no-no.
He steered her to the bed, running his hands down her back to her ass as he did so.
The covers were soft beneath her as he laid her down, settling himself over her. Still possessing her mouth, he began to undress her, peeling off her leggings, then stripping away her top layers.
“So damn sweet, baby,” he said, kissing the angle of her jaw, lower, lower still, over her collarbone and to her chest.
She ran her fingers over his short sharp hair as he took her right nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.
“Mmm…” she said, closing her eyes. “More, Roper, more.”
He massaged her opposite breast, then switched his attention from one nipple to the other, not leaving any inch unadored, unkissed.
She was relaxed yet turned on. She shouldn’t be lying beneath a Hermanus man all naked and wanton, but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted him. Whatever he was going to give, whether it was fast and furious, kinky as hell, or sweet lovemaking, she wanted it.
She wanted Roper.
He sat back on his haunches and tugged off his sweater.
She reached for the button on his fly, popping it open.
He kept his focus on her, not letting it drift for a second as he freed himself and pushed his jeans off.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, parting her legs so he could move between them.
“Nah, we shouldn’t.” He rested over her, his chest touching hers. “But what the hell.”
“’Cause you’re going to hell anyway?”
“Yeah, and you’re coming with me, honey.” He shifted his hips until his cock head was at her entrance, then eased in.
She held her breath.
“Relax,” he said, supporting himself on his elbows and again holding her face. “Let me inside you.”
He carefully gained more entry.
She could feel every inch of him, the smooth dome of his glans parting her delicate tissues and pushing up to her G-spot. “Roper…”
“Beth…” He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes. “Fuck.”
She guessed it was taking all of his self-control not to surge in the way he usually did.
Sliding her hands down his back, she cupped his hard buttocks. “You feel amazing.”
“So do you.” He opened his eyes. “Worth burning in hell for.”
“Yeah.” He opened his eyes. “Any day of the week.”
She stared up at him as he bottomed out and his balls pressed up against her ass. She was so full of him, so consumed.
And he was drinking her in with his eyes, his gaze unwavering. “I’m gonna make it real good for you.”
“I know.” She hooked her legs over his and pressed his ass. “I trust you.”
“Now that’s crazy chick talk.”
As he’d spoken, he’d ground up against her clit. Now not only her internal hot spots were being stroked, but also her external ones.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yes, more, like that…” She angled her pelvis to increase the connection.
He rotated his hips, smoothing over her clit.
“Oh God, yeah, fuck…” She’d never felt anything like it. The sensation so dense, so incredible. It was a fast, one-way ticket to orgasm.
“Jeez, give me strength. You’re such a hot little thing.” He touched the tip of his nose to hers, but didn’t stop what he was doing with his hips.
“I’m going to…oh…Roper…don’t stop…” He couldn’t stop, not now. She was sure she’d die of frustration if he did.
“I won’t. Come…let me see you come.”
She surrendered to it, allowing the pleasure that had built up so quickly to explode in her pelvis. She shook, trembled, spasmed around him, her pussy hugging and releasing him. “Oh, yes, yes…” She panted for breath.
“Oh, God, yes…” He moaned, then sank harder into her. “Fuck.” He came with several deep thrusts and long, low groans, then buried his head in the pillow, his cheek against her ear, and stilled.
She let her legs flop to the sides and reveled in the satisfaction soaking through her body. Her thoughts were a soup of contradiction. Roper was the first man who’d made her feel like a truly sexual being, showing her different sides of her erotic makeup.