The Bandit (The Stolen Duet 1)

“What are you doing?”

“You were going to knee me, Sprite. Not a very good idea.”

“Then why did you teach me how to do it?” shechallenged.

“So you can fight off horny teenaged boys who can’t keep their hands to themselves.”

As opposed to a grown man who damn well should keep his hands to himself?

Her mouth twisted and her eyes debated. I tightened my grip on her leg but then decided to test the waters and let go. Holding my breath, I waited to see if she would make the sane choice for the both of us and lower her leg.

She didn’t.

I don’t even think she noticed my hand was gone. She was too busy staring at my lips. I leaned forward, drawn by a will that was not mine. The hitch in her breath brought me back to my fucking senses.

She was just a child, and at this age, there was no chance in hell she was in control of her own body yet. Not enough to resist me if I pursued her.

My other hand fell from her as if I’d been scalded, and I quickly stepped back. She looked startled. The arousal in her eyes rapidly dimming.

“I need to get the fuck out of here.”

I needed to talk to my father. There was no way I could keep this shit up and not take her. It wasn’t just about her age. I had been warned away from Mian Ross. I knew my father would never let me take my rightful place as The Bandit if I didn’t heed his warning.

Nothing short of her whispering the words, “Fuck me,” would make me give in.Chapter Twenty-EightEnemies don’t flash each other their playbook.

ANGEL

PresentSeducing Mian wasn’tas easy as I had assumed. Each day in her presence, I was finding less of the spoiled girl who had her daddy catering to her every whim, and more of the guarded woman she had become since I had last seen her.

“How’d it go?”

“She has a beautiful face when she comes. And the sound… None of that over the top, porn shit. It was… sweet.”

I played it cool as if the thought of him touching what I had made mine didn’t make me want to murder them both. “Is she on board?”

“Not yet but she will be.”

“So you didn’t fuck her?”

“Nope.” His nonchalance was getting on my last nerve. “She could be on to us.”

“Bullshit. I’ve seen you two seduce happily married women, twice her age, out of their panties within a week.”

“She’s young, but she’s not dumb,” Lucas corrected. He’d been silent for most of the meeting, but he took a deeper interest when the subject turned to Mian.

“And we don’t get to fuck a married woman if she’s happy,” Z clarified. “We get to fuck married women who can’t admit they’re unhappy until we send them on their way and they come back for more.”

“I don’t care how you do it. Just do it.”

Lucas’s eyebrows reached for his hairline. “You saying we should rape her?”

“Of course not. Use her, but do not hurt her.”

“You two were childhood friends…”

“You could say that…”

“You don’t think you’re hurting her by giving her to us? Blind men could tell the only man she cares to spread her legs for is you.”

I turned to Z who looked deep in thought. “How long did it take before you made her come?”

“A few minutes… why?”

It only took her a few minutes to yield to another man, yet they expected me to believe I was the key to cracking Mian?

“Could you please tell Lucas that spreading her legs for any man but me won’t be a problem?”

His bark of laughter as he sat back surprised me. “You’re fucked if you think that’s true.”

“Meaning?”

“She didn’t stop fighting me until I mentioned your secret kiss. Yeah, we know about that. I seduced her with thoughts of you coming into her room and finding her waiting so you could give her more of what you’re denying yourself. She couldn’t get enough of my hand between her thighs after that.”

I stood and paced the room. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Z.”

“No more than you.”

“You were supposed to seduce her, not unearth her secrets.”

“It’s the same thing. You don’t get close to a girl like Mian and not want to know more.”

“So what? You have a crush on her?”

“I’m too old for crushes. I like her. She’s innocent.”

“She’s dangerous,” Lucas added.

“She’s just a nineteen-year-old girl,” I groaned.

“Then why are you still avoiding her?”

“Because I’m still planning to kill her father. I think that would put a damper on ourrelationship.”

“You sure it not’s because once you’ve had her, you won’t be able to kill her?”

Sometimes I would forget that Z and Lucas weren’t henchman collecting a paycheck. They were my brothers, and they knew me better than anyone did. Including my father.