Claiming Macie (Crave and Claimed 2)

Getting to her feet, she went to her door. There was no way of knowing who was outside, and she opened it up, only to come face to face with a very angry-looking Wilson.

Chapter Four

Wilson couldn’t remember anyone stepping out on him like Macie had. All he had to do was make a couple of calls. They’d been on his list of things to do, and seeing as Macie was sleeping, he figured he’d get them done. Seeing her gone when he was finished, and rewinding to watch the security footage, he was surprised.

She’d snuck out on him like a pro.

“Wilson,” she said.

He pushed on the door, opening it wider and stepping inside.

The main door was broken. Anyone could walk inside, and he noticed the bare minimum in the heating. Her apartment was small.

He knew a great deal about her, seeing as he had his little obsession to deal with. Wilson had figured the more he knew about her, the less he’d want to do with her. That hadn’t been the case, not by a long shot.

Now, he looked at her, and this place, it just wasn’t good enough.

Slamming the door closed, he stared at her.

She wore the same uniform, but this wasn’t one he’d destroyed with his need to see her naked. This was still an old uniform with plenty of stains. There was also a discoloration on the hem, but he had to figure this was the worst of the two uniforms.

“Why did you leave?” he asked.

Her face heated. “I have to get to work, and I needed to fix my uniform.”

Wilson didn’t want her to go back to the diner. He’d seen the way some of the traveling men had looked at her. They wanted her, and there was no way he was going to allow her to work there. Not anymore.

He noted the uniform next to a faded blanket.

“Your apartment isn’t warm. There is no way you can live here.” His mind was made up. It didn’t take him long to figure out which one was her room.

Macie didn’t have many possessions. She also didn’t own a suitcase.

Dumping her few outfits on the bed, which again was laughable, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a bag, and returned to the bedroom. Each time Macie tried to talk to him, she ended up stumbling as he moved.

Within a matter of minutes, he had her few belongings packed into three small grocery bags.

“Wait a minute,” she said. She put a hand on his chest.

“Macie, this place is a death trap. I’m surprised you haven’t been sick. It’s not warm enough either.” He shook his head, disgusted by the state of the apartment. “How much rent do you pay a month?” he asked.

She gave him a figure that pissed him off. There were much better places that were secure and warm.

“I can’t come with you,” she said.

Wilson put her bags on the floor at the door and turned toward her. Her hands opened and closed, and she nibbled on her lip.

“Yes, you can, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? Isn’t this what men want? A good time and not to be bugged by the woman afterward?” she asked.

He hated that she thought that. Every other woman he’d been with, this was the outcome he wanted, the woman gone without a hitch.

Staring at Macie, he didn’t want her to be gone. He closed the distance between them, cupped her face, tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her hard.

She didn’t fight him. Macie wrapped her arms around him, and he couldn’t help but press her up against the wall. As he did, he gripped her wrist and placed it above her head, only to pause as the wall dented beneath his touch.

Macie broke the kiss, avoiding looking at him, and he wanted to hurt something. Instead, he took a deep breath.

“I’m not done with you.” He grabbed her hip, pulling her against him, so she had no choice but to feel the evidence of his erection. “Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me. I’m not done with you. I want to fuck you, Macie, and show you how good it can be.”

“And when it is over?” she asked. “What then? You cannot take me away from my home and my job. That’s not fair.”

He had no plans to get rid of it, but he also didn’t want to scare her away with his need for her. “I’ll help you,” he said. “I will not kick you out, nor will I let you leave.” He stroked her cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”

She tilted her head toward his palm.

“But you’re not staying here, Macie.”

There was no way she could like it here. Sure, it was an apartment, but it was a death trap.