The Skull Crusher (Skull 2)

I watched him walk away before I returned to reality, before I remembered that I was alone in the living room, sitting in the dark.

I went into the bedroom and found him already sitting in bed, his back against the headboard with his large dick on display. His intentions were already clear, even before his eyes roamed over my body as I undressed.

I left my clothes on the rug then crawled into bed. “You’re easy to read.”

“And easy to please.” He grabbed my hips and positioned me on top of him. He didn’t get me wet by kissing me or playing with my clit. He got right to it, pushing his thick crown inside me and finding the holy grail of moisture. “You’re always wet, aren’t you?” He smiled slightly as his length moved within me, stretching my channel as he delved deeper inside.

Lucian wouldn’t agree with that statement.

His hands hugged my rib cage, and his thumbs rested right below my tits. He pulled me up slightly then back down, wanting to test the friction between my legs. When I didn’t bounce on his dick like I normally did, he raised an eyebrow. “What is it, baby?”

I didn’t know what was going to happen with Lucian, but I knew I never wanted to return to his ownership. I didn’t want to be his wife anymore. If it were possible, I would file for divorce so I wouldn’t have to possess his last name on my driver’s license. I wanted nothing to do with him. Balto was another extreme, the kind of man I never imagined meeting, but I preferred his company over everyone else’s. “Don’t give me back to him…” Maybe I was Balto’s prisoner, but even if the door was unlocked and I was free to go, I wasn’t certain I would leave anyway. This man never hurt me, he always pleased me, and I innately respected him.

His hands slid to my hips as he looked me in the eye.

“I don’t want to go back to him. I want to stay here—with you.” Balto was the only man in the world who could protect me, so if that meant staying by his side for the rest of my life, I was fine with that. I hated it when he was gone all night, but that was only because I cared about him. I was cooped up like a princess locked in a tower, but there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

He stared at me with those cold eyes, his thoughts a mystery.

“Don’t give me back to him,” I repeated, as if he hadn’t heard me the first time.

His blue eyes gave nothing away.

“Balto?” I pressed my forehead against his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Baby, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” His arm hooked around my waist, and he rolled me to my back, staying inside through the maneuver. “I have no fucking idea what I’m going to do.”

22

Cassini

We sat in silence on the drive to the factory.

Balto and I hadn’t said more than a few words to each other since last night. Wordlessly, we screwed over and over, filling the tension with ecstasy. He told me he would keep me if I made myself valuable, but I obviously hadn’t done a good enough job if he still was considering handing me over.

But how could I ever be worth more than that diamond?

It was worth more than a small country.

It didn’t matter how wet I was or how hard I made him come. I couldn’t compete with that.

Balto parked the truck and we walked inside, still not saying a word to each other.

I moved to the back and found Case working on the books. “Do you ever do anything besides work?”

Case looked up, annoyance in his eyes but a smile on his lips. “No, unfortunately.”

“You should go on a date sometime. Maybe having a woman in your life would help you relax.” I took the seat beside him and looked at the paperwork.

When Case noticed my gaze, he grabbed all the papers and shoved them into a folder. “Women are nothing but a distraction.”

“From work?” I challenged. “That’s exactly what you need.”

Balto took a seat at the head of the table and looked around, examining his surroundings like he was always ready for something to jump out at him. He wore a dark blue shirt with black jeans, his muscled frame keeping him warm despite the chill that had settled on the city. He didn’t welcome my brother with a greeting. He just sat there, like a gargoyle.

“Maybe in a few years,” Case said.

“You’re thirty,” I reminded him. “If you wait too long, all the good girls will be taken.”

“Not if I go for younger women,” Case replied.

Balto wore a slight grin.

I rolled my eyes. “Case, just live a little. That’s all I’m saying. So, what are you working on?”