Stealing Valentine

Easy.

Because nothing in this world has ever felt like it felt when those big green eyes of hers locked with mine. Because just laying eyes on her the second I stepped into that room—her turning quickly, her cheeks flushed, her lips so plump and inviting, her delicate fingers tucking a loose strand of that long chestnut hair back behind her ear?

Because all of it sliced into me like a goddamn knife. Because one look and I was lost.

For her.

And now she’s etching her way under my skin like a tattoo. She’s laid hands on something inside of me like a thief in the night. She’s drawn me into her, gotten me addicted like a drug I don’t want to quit.

One fucking second and I knew. Five minutes in dark with her writhing against me sealed the deal, but trust me, I knew it the second I walked into that room. I knew with one look, even before I knew she’d beaten me to the job that I wasn’t leaving there with just diamonds.

…I was taking her too.

So that’s why she’s with me. That’s why I’ve taken her. Because she’s mine now. I came for the Whistler diamonds. But I found her too. And now, I’m taking the whole pot.

My jaw clenches at the memory of her body writhing against mine. The feel of her hips rocking into so subtly—trying to hide her desire but failing. Fuck, I could feel the slick heat of her right through both of her clothes and knowing how goddamn wet her panties must’ve been had me ready to shatter the last of my control.

I barely hung on. If for nothing else because getting caught would stop me from taking her—from tasting her. From stealing her away and tugging those soaked little panties off with my goddamn teeth.

And now, I’m done hanging on.

Chapter 4

Dutch

It isn’t a far drive—barely ten miles from Martin’s sprawling mansion. The tires crunch as I pull into the driveway of my own old-money, lavish shore home.

Well, it’s not mine. Technically, it belongs to Dr. and Mrs. Weissman. But the good doctor and his wife winter in Palm Beach, and quite frankly, for a house worth twenty mil, their security system sucks. So, for now, that makes it my home.

…Why yes, there is a pattern here of me taking things that don’t belong to me. A shrink would have a field day with me, I’m sure.

I pull up to the big front door of the pace and cut the engine, stepping out and heading for the trunk with this barely contained hunger that roars through me. She glares at me as I pop the trunk, shooting me that fierce little look she gave me before. Except all it does now, same as it did before, is get my cock pulsing and my balls tingling. All it does it rattle the cage of the beast inside of me who wants to break free and just take her.

“We’re here.”

I pull her out delicately, setting her down gently on the crushed-shell driveway at the foot of the stops up to the grand front entrance of the old mansion.

She arches a brow as she dusts herself off, glancing up at the house.

“There’s no way this is yours.”

“I’m borrowing it.”

She rolls her eyes.

“And are the owners aware that you’re borrowing their house?”

“Is Martin McCue aware that you’ve got two-hundred-and-forty million of his diamonds on you?”

I smile sarcastically.

“You really want to start throwing rocks, sweetheart?”

She frowns, holding back for a second but eventually following me as I make my way up the steps and unlock the door. I usher her in, watching her jaw drop as we step into the enormous house I’ve claimed as my own for the time being. She follows me through into the big living room with gorgeous views of the ocean and an enormous fireplace.

I come to a stop in front of a big plush couch and turn to her, my lips curling in a smile.

“Strip.”

She blinks.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She blushes before it like she catches herself and remembers to scowl at me.

“Um, go fuck yourself?”

“I can do it for you, or you can do it yourself.”

“It’s not happening.”

I smile. “Trust me, it is.”

“Look, you can see the necklace right here—”

“I’m after the earnings.”

She bites her lip, giving me a hard look. “I told you. I swallowed those.”

“No, you didn’t, sweetheart. And I’m going to find them. Or, you can be a good girl and just hand them over. But princess?”

I step into her, and she swallows, stepping back. The backs of her knees catch on the edge of the couch, and she gasps as she tumbles back onto it, her skirt riding up her smooth thighs. The flush on her cheeks blooms pink, her big green eyes darting over my face wildly.

I lean down, my hands on my knees and those big green eyes blazing into mine.