The Bandit (The Stolen Duet 1)

By the letter G, his fingers found my pussy, and I forgot what fucking letter came next.

“Damn, baby.” His voice was low, husky, and filled with sex.

I expected him to stop there, but his fingers continued to heighten my arousal until I was unable to deny what this really was. My head fell back against the headboard, and my hips rose from the bed.

“You said you only wanted to see,” I moaned.

“But what doyouwant, Mian?” I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. Torture felt damn good. “Goddammit, tell me,” he urged. I bit my lip and gazed into the dark brown pools that guarded his soul. I was bound by loyalty to my father and son but tormented by the demands of my body. He must have sensed my uncertainty because his hand threaded through my hair and he lowered his forehead to rest against mine. “I’ll do it. I swear.” He sounded as desperate as I felt.

“I want your mouth,” I gasped.

His eyes clouded, and it seemed his gaze completely lost focus when he growled, “Where?”

Everywhere?

“Angel…”

He groaned and hid his face in my neck. “Say the words. I need them, or I won’t touch you. Not until then.” He was barely coherent, but somehow, I understood.

I slid my hand between my legs and rested it on top of his larger one. His head lifted from my neck and our gazes connected as I helped him stroke me. “There.”

“God, baby. I will, but I need you to do something for me first.” I would have lost touch with reality if I hadn’t craved more.

“What?”Anything.

I felt a thick finger slide up my hungry slit. “Tell me…” I gasped when his finger circled my clit. “…who daddy is?”

I halted mid moan and stared. “What?”

His voice was so thick I thought maybe I’d misheard him. How could he be thinking of my father at a time like this?

He went on, the passion still in his tone as if he couldn’t sense the change in my tune. “Sweet fucking Mian. You think you’re still his spoiled little girl.” He took my bottom lip between his teeth and let go. “But you’re mine now.”

“A-a-are you high?” I didn’t know how far he’d taken me until I came crashing back down. I inhaled, trying to catch the scent of smoke on his clothing, but all I could smell was male. Pure, hard, unadulteratedmale.

His body shook against mine as he laughed soundlessly. “No, I’m not high, Mian. I need you to realize who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to anyone,” I said with enough venom that he should have been dead at my feet.

“You don’t belong to Lucas. You don’t belong to Z.”Where was he going with this?“You don’t belong to your dead mother.” I gasped and shoved against him. He had no right to talk about my mother. He locked his arm around my waist to keep me at his side. “And you sure as fuck don’t belong to your disloyal and soon-to-bedeadfather.”

I was enraged.

“Wanting my father dead won’t stop yours from pushing up daisies.” I was uncomfortably aware of my dress bunched around my waist and my bare bottom open to him. The passionate look on his face had long been replaced by hatred. “Let me go.” I needed time to regroup and to figure out when I’d fallen this stupid. His free hand shifted to my calf and yanked until I was on my back. He then spread me and settled his body between my shaking thighs.

I hated myself for not only letting him touch me but also for giving in. I fooled myself into believing I could take control for a few, guiltless moments of pleasure.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet?”

“Let me go,” I repeated. I didn’t care about puzzles, or legacies, or even the past. I simply wanted to get away from him.

“That’sexactlywhat you’re missing,” he spat impatiently. “I’llneverlet you go. You and your son are here to stay.”

I hardened myself to withstand his threats and claim of possession. Angel Knight was neither my guardian angel or knight in shining armor. He was my enemy.

“Know this…” I witnessed his flinch and was also surprised by how cold and hard my voice had become. I didn’t let it show and instead, clung to the wall I’d built in a matter of seconds. “No matter how long it takes—weeks, months, years… I’ll kill you before I let you keep us.”Chapter Forty-SevenFear is an unbreakable chain.

ANGELShe thought leavingme meant she’d go on with her life, raising her son, and working dead-end jobs she couldn’t keep long enough to keep them fed. It was dangerous and rash, but I decided to show her just how fucked life would be without me.

Little Mian Ross did things to me I wasn’t proud of, but she had a way of making me not care. I didn’t know what came over me when I finally had her in my hands on the brink of release. The words spilled from my lips and just like that, I lost her.