Curvy and the Beast

He searches my eyes for a long moment, and I hope for the hundredth time that he’d just kiss me already. Not surprisingly, he releases me and walks away toward the bar where he pours himself two fingers of whiskey and knocks it back. He pours himself another drink and is just about to take a sip when I snort.

Why is he holding himself back? Am I such an inconvenience for him? “I didn’t come back up here, just so you would ignore me again. You should have just let me go Crews. I don’t know why you chased after me if this is what you wanted. You don’t have to protect me, I can do it myself.”

He chuckles darkly and turns to look at me. “If you ‘protecting’ yourself is what you did the other night, then I’ve got grave concerns about your abilities.”

I glare at him and cross my arms over my chest while in my mind, I’m calling him every name under the sun. How dare he talk to me this way.

His fists clench against the bar. “Is that what you think I’ve been doing?” He growls. “Is that it, Addison? Tell me that’s not why you put yourself in fucking danger tonight.”

I swallow hard at his intense look, while my pussy floods, soaking my panties. I blush and hope he won’t be able to notice the wet spot in my jeans or the smell of my wet pussy. I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life, never wanted someone’s hands on me as badly as I want his.

“Tell me the truth, Addison. Don’t lie to me, not ever!” he says sharply.

I fidget with my hands as I stare at him. I’m in some sort of trance, unable to look away, unable to get out the words that need to be said. Crews walks closer, stopping only an inch away from me. He strokes a curl out of my face and tips my chin up, rubbing the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “Tell me.” He rasps.

My cheeks burn in embarrassment, but I’ve had enough. Whatever is going on between us needs to be addressed, if not for his sake, then for mine. “I thought you wanted me, but then you’ve barely spoken more than a few sentences to me since I’ve been here. I never see you. Have you caught Denny?”

“Don’t say his name. Don’t say any man’s name ever again.” He growls.

My pussy clenches and my clit throbs. “Why am I here Crews? You said you wanted to keep me safe, but you’re barely around. What is the point if you’re not even going to be here?”

“There is a man at every entrance of this building at all times, keeping an eye on you. Protecting you in case he finds out where you are.” He rubs his thumb down the base of my neck, staring at the path his finger takes. My pulse is beating out of control.

“And where have you been?” I demand.

“I’ve been hunting that fucker down, unable to rest until he’s been found. I was chasing down another lead tonight when Mateo called me and said he turned away an Uber and you were sitting in the lobby of my building, waiting.”

“Your building? Like the building where you live, or the building that you own.”

He shrugs. “It was a good investment.”

I run my hands up his chest. “Who are you, Crews Santiago?”

“What do you mean?” he asks, leaning down, close to my lips, searching my eyes.

“Who do you work for?”

4

Crews

Straightening back up, I war internally with how much I should tell her. If she decides that I am not worth the trouble, she would have all the cards, but I decide the risk is worth it. It’s not like I am letting her go anyhow.

“What I am about to tell you goes to your grave, do you understand, Angel?”

“I understand, Crews.”

“Good girl. I work for Alberto Diaz,” I start, but her eyes widen in recognition.

“As in the Diaz Crime Family?” she asks incredulously.

“The very same,” I confirm nodding. She looks like she’s about to bolt but straightens up instead. I reach my hand out and place it behind her neck, pulling her closer to me. She licks her lips, then bites down on the bottom one. I am done.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, needing to know.

“You,” she whispers, sealing her fate.

Lowering my head, I kiss her gently. She moans, and I can’t help myself from deepening the kiss.

She really is a good girl. My good girl. My only thought is that Addison Winston, RN is mine. I wonder how soon I can make her my wife. How soon can I breed her?

I know that feasibly, I won’t be able to continue as I am. I can’t keep coming home shot or stabbed. Though I know my Angel could fix me right up, I need a real job. One that won’t stress my woman out, but that isn’t something I am going to worry about tonight.