Seductive sin, p.5
Seductive Sin, page 5
I sigh. He’s right, of course.
“We have a lot to talk about, both of us,” he continues. “But it can all wait until morning.”
“You don’t understand.” I pace the room. “The McAllisters won’t wait until morning. Neither will my father. They’ll be out looking for me. They won’t stop until they find me.”
He grabs my shoulders and stops me in my place. “They won’t find you here, Savannah. And if they’re even close, I’ll find out, and we’ll get you the hell out of here.”
“You don’t understand.” I try to wiggle free, but he keeps his hands firmly planted on me.
“Perhaps I don’t understand everything,” he says. “I don’t know exactly what your family is into. But what I do know is that I will move heaven and earth to keep you safe, Savannah. If it means I burn down the city, so be it.”
I don’t know what to say. I’m too tired to say anything, really. I’ve told him it’s not what I want. That I want his safety above all else.
“It seems we’re at an impasse then,” I say. “Because you want to protect me more than anything, and I want to protect you more than anything. Falcon, those two goals are at cross purposes.”
“I’m the man,” he grits out. “It’s my job to protect you.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t go all alpha on me, Falcon. I love you for who you are. I truly do. I wouldn’t change a hair on your head. And I love that you want to protect me.” I close the already short distance between our two bodies. “But know this. I want to protect you just as strongly.”
He tightens his grip on my shoulders to the point it almost hurts. “God damn it, Vannah. God damn it all to hell.”
His mouth is on mine then, prying my lips apart.
I don’t have the strength to resist him. Because I want this as much as he does. I need to lose myself in his strong body. And for just a moment, I want to let him be the strength.
Because I’ve been through the wringer tonight.
We kiss hard—hard and passionately. Minutes pass, I don’t know how many.
With one hand, he wrenches the towel from my body, and it falls into a puddle on the floor.
I stand before him naked, our mouths still fused.
He’s still wearing his black shirt and black pants and black boots. His hoodie is gone, of course, because he gave it to me.
Almost as quickly, he rips his mouth from mine.
“Get on the bed, Savannah.”
I’m too tired to disobey him.
In fact, I don’t want to disobey him. Even if I had all the energy of a steam engine, I wouldn’t disobey him. I like when he gets dominant in the bedroom.
I like it a lot.
And right now? I need him. I need him inside me, cleaning the rest of Miles McAllister from my body. Because even after the scrubbing I took in the shower, I still feel tainted.
I crawl onto the bed, and I wait for him.
He sheds his clothes more slowly than I imagine, but he’s still undressed within a moment.
His cock is hard and ready, and he covers me with his body.
“Listen to me, Vannah,” he says, his gaze searing into mine. “I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you hard, and I’m going to fuck you fast, because I need it.”
“I need it too, Falcon. We both do, after the hell we’ve been through.”
“When my cock is inside you, I want you to remember.” He stares through my eyes directly into my soul. “Remember who you belong to. You’re mine, Savannah Gallo. You will never be his or anyone else’s. Do you understand me?”
“Falcon, I was always yours. It didn’t matter what he was going to do to me, or anything else—”
He puts his hand over my mouth, clamping it shut. “Stop right there. No other man will ever touch you. Do you understand me?”
His hand covers my mouth, so I can’t answer him.
I want to nod. Because I want to believe it.
But I know better.
They won’t stop.
“Tell me you understand that,” he says again. “You fucking tell me now, Vannah.”
So I nod.
I nod because I want it to be true. I desperately want it to be true.
He removes his hand from my mouth.
“Good. Now say it.”
“I’m yours, Falcon,” I say. “No other man will ever touch me.”
And as I say those words, they’re more like a prayer. A prayer to God and the universe and everything almighty.
I cast a spell into the heavens.
Please…
Please don’t let any other man touch me except Falcon Bellamy.
Then he thrusts his cock into me.
“Feel this?” he says, his teeth gritted. “This is me taking you, Savannah. This is me making you mine. Only mine. No other cock will ever get inside this pussy. No other cock will be inside your ass. No other cock will be in your mouth. Or anywhere near you. You belong to me. This pussy is mine.”
I let out a soft moan.
“Say it, Vannah.” He thrusts, thrusts, thrusts. “Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”
“Yours,” I say, my breath coming rapidly. “My pussy is yours, Falcon. Only yours.”
“Damned right it is.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust…
“Always mine, Savannah Gallo. You were made for me. Created in the heavens above just for me. It’s clear emotionally and spiritually, and it sure as hell is clear physically.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust…
I writhe against his ministrations, arching my back, lifting my hips, trying to get him farther and farther into me.
I want him branded on me.
Not only on my heart, but on my soul.
I want to be his. I want any other man who looks at me to know I’m his.
God, if only that were possible…
He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, and though I’m exhausted, and also hungry, and also completely drained, each time his pelvic bone hits my clit, a match is struck.
Ignition is started.
And when he thrusts deeply, something inside me implodes.
The climax is different this time, less intense, yet in a different way from before. It’s an emotional climax. And with that, I vow to never let another man touch me.
No matter what I have to do.
7
FALCON
I release everything into Savannah.
Everything I have to offer her. My fortune, my love, my life.
Because I would give up my life in a moment for her.
I stay deeply embedded inside her for a moment, relishing her tightness and my climax.
A moment later, I roll off of her, onto my side, so that I’m looking at her.
“Open your eyes, Savannah.”
She obeys me and rolls onto her side so we’re facing each other.
“Understand this,” I say, my voice as serious as I can get it. “You belong to me, and no other man. Tell me you understand.”
“Falcon, we’ve been through this.”
“Yes, and you said it. But you were in the heat of passion. I said what I did also in the heat of passion. But I want you to say it to me now, now that we’ve both climaxed. Tell me that you understand. That no other man will ever touch you.”
“That’s what I want more than anything,” she says.
“It’s what I want more than anything too, but that’s not what I said.”
“Falcon, I—”
“Tell me now, Savannah. You will not go running off to Miles McAllister thinking you’re making my life better. Because you won’t be. You won’t be making my life better if you’re with another man.”
“But if it means you don’t go to prison…”
“Savannah.”
“No, Falcon.” She flips over, turning her naked back to me. “You’re not being fair. I love you. I love you just as much as you love me. Believe that.”
I roll her back over so she’s facing me again. “I do believe that.”
“Then understand that I can’t have a life without you anymore than you can have one without me.”
“If you’re with Miles McAllister, what good does it do to keep me out of prison?”
“It makes your life better.”
“My life will never be better if I can’t have you.” I grip her arms firmly. “If I have to spend every moment thinking about you in someone else’s arms, in someone else’s bed. I’d rather be in prison than have that.”
She gulps then, audibly. “All right. I understand. But I can’t bear the thought of you back in that prison.”
“Trust me, Savannah, it’s not what I want either.” I take her face in my hands. “But do not give yourself to another man thinking you’re helping me. Because you’re not.”
She nods, and in her eyes I see the truth. She believes me.
“But Falcon,” she says, “they will not stop. The McAllisters will come back. They will search all over until they find me.”
“How can you possibly be that important to them?”
She bites her lip. “I wish I knew. Something’s going on that you and I don’t know about. And until we figure it out and put an end to it, they will not stop. They will not rest until I am married to Miles.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t, Falcon. I don’t understand a lot of it myself, but I do know that they would not be pushing this if it weren’t necessary. At least necessary as far as they believe.”
“I can have Leif look into this. He’s a great PI. He investigates for the Wolfe family in New York.”
“No, Falcon. Please. It’s enough that he’s taking care of our dogs while we’re here. Please don’t ask him to do anything else. He and Kelly are still newlyweds. They need to have their time together.”
“There’s no one else I trust, Vannah.”
“What about your brothers?”
“I trust Hawk,” I say.
“Not Eagle?”
I shake my head vigorously. “Eagle’s a loaded pistol. I love him. But no, I do not trust him.”
“Hawk then.”
“Hawk isn’t a detective, Savannah. Leif is the best at what he does.”
“All right.”
I pause and scratch my chin. “Actually, there is someone else.”
“Who?”
“Lance at the tattoo shop. He’s a hacker. His skills are different from Leif’s, but he might be able to help.”
“Why not him then?”
“Because I don’t want anyone else to know we’re here. Why we’re here. What good does it do to be hiding in plain sight if you tell people you’re here?”
“Then I don’t know what to do,” she says. “You need someone who can find out what’s going on with my family and the McAllisters. Why they need Miles and me together.”
“It can’t be you,” I say.
“Funny that you say that, because I was just going to suggest me.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“It has to be someone who can get into my home, who can look through my dad’s documents.”
“And there’s no one else?”
She bites her lip.
“Who, Savannah? Who can do it?”
“There’s one person, but I don’t know how to get in touch with him. I haven’t heard from him in a while. I don’t even know where he is.”
Jealousy erupts in my gut. “He?”
“It’s not what you think. I’m talking about my brother Vinnie.”
“Perfect,” I say. “You don’t want Leif involved in this, but this is something he can do from the safety of his own home. He can find your brother.”
“No one knows where my brother is,” she says. “Don’t you think my family has tried to find him?”
“Are you sure he’s still alive?”
Her eyes close, and when she opens them, a lone tear falls out of one.
I gently wipe the tear from her cheek. “I’m sorry, Savannah.”
“It’s something that’s crossed my mind more than once,” I say. “But I do truly believe he’s alive. I think we would know if he’d died. I’m sure he’s put something in place so that we’d be notified. Or at least that I would be notified.”
“But you’re not sure?”
“He’s my big brother, Falcon. He’s always held a special place in his heart for me. When he left the family, he and I had a talk. He told me that even though he wouldn’t be here, he would always be in my heart and I’d be in his. That it killed him most to leave me.”
“Were you close to your other brother?”
“Not quite as close, though Michael and I were closer in age. But Michael’s gone, after he married Miles’s cousin. So it makes me wonder…”
“Makes you wonder what?”
“I always assume the McAllisters had something to do with Michael’s death. But I think maybe I was wrong.”
“Why would you think that? Why would they have Miles’s cousin’s husband killed?”
“Because that’s the way it works sometimes in these families. They don’t care whose spouse they’re knocking off. To them it’s just business. But because they’re coming so hard after me, it makes me think Michael was the key, and someone else had him offed.”
“I’m sorry this is so hard for you to talk about.”
She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath in, and then exhales slowly. “He was my brother. I loved him. And yes, it’s hard to talk about, but I think I have to. We need to figure out—” Her stomach lets out a growl.
“Hungry?”
“Yes, I am. I threw up my whole dinner. So now my stomach’s a void.”
“Come on. Let’s go to the kitchen. I could eat as well.” I rise from the bed, go to the closet, and find bathrobes for Savannah and me. I hand one to her. “Come on. Put this on.”
“Is it okay to have the lights on?” she asks.
“Yeah. No one can see the lights from the outside. The windows are lightproof and soundproof.”
“You guys really thought of everything.”
“Hawk did.” I frown. “God, I hate to bring him into this.”
“If Leif can find Vinnie, maybe we won’t have to,” she says.
But already I know.
I’m bringing Hawk in.
He’s the most like me, and he’ll be able to help.
When we get to the kitchen, I open the refrigerator. It’s full of fresh produce, so that’s what we’ll eat first. The freezer is full of meat. “I’ve got bread and deli meat,” I say. “Sandwiches?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Good, because we have to eat all the stuff in the refrigerator before it spoils. After that, unless we can get someone to bring us fresh food, we’ll be getting into the survival food.”
“Survival food?”
“Freeze dried stuff. The kind you take when you go camping.”
“I’ve never been camping.”
“Really? Well then, Savannah, when we get out of this, I’m taking you camping.”
“You eat freeze-dried food? You don’t live off the land?”
“Oh, we do. But you always have to have a backup plan. Sometimes the hunting and fishing is bad. You have to have backup so you don’t starve.”
“Why don’t you just go home when the hunting and fishing is bad?” she asks.
I let out a chuckle. “You really don’t get camping.”
“How could I? I just told you I’ve never been.”
I pull out the loaf of bread and some deli meats and cheese. I grab some mustard, mayonnaise, lettuce, and tomato.
“Here, let me help.” Savannah takes the tomato from me. “You know where anything is?”
“Nope. We’ll just have to search, but the kitchen should be fully stocked with everything we could need.”
She begins opening and closing cupboards and drawers until she finds a cutting board. “Voilà.” Next she searches and finds a knife, and then slices the tomato and pulls leaves off the head of lettuce.
I go through the cupboards until I find plates. Soon, we each have a sandwich ready. I grab two bottles of water out of the fridge.
“Is there any booze here?” she asks.
“I don’t think Hawk would’ve left bourbon out.”
“I could sure use a drink,” she says.
“I could too, Vannah, but it’s the middle of the night. Let’s eat our sandwiches, and then let’s try to get some sleep.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” She takes a plate and sits down at the small table in the kitchen. She opens her water and takes a drink.
I take a bite of my sandwich.
The meat is a peppery turkey breast. Pretty good, but certainly not gourmet fair. Hell of a lot better than the food in prison, for sure.
We finish our sandwiches quickly.
“You sure you should have eaten so quickly?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m fine. Trust me, that nausea and vomiting was because Miles was making me sick.” She rubs her stomach gently. “Literally sick.”
I caress her cheek. “God, Savannah. I’m so sorry about all of this.”
She looks up at me and her eyes light up. “Falcon, you came for me.”
I take my hand away from her and scowl. “But he had his hands on you.”
“He did, but his cock never got inside me. And that’s thanks to you.”
“I think that’s thanks to you and your throwing up.”
“Yeah, but he eventually would’ve found me. And he would’ve finished what he started.”
Just the thought of that makes my hands curl into fists.
She covers one of my fists with her hand. “Easy. It’s over. It didn’t happen.”
“And it never will,” I say, my jaw clenched.
I’m still not sure she believes me, but that’s okay. I know the truth.
Because if that degenerate ever comes near my woman again?
I will kill him with my bare hands.
8
SAVANNAH
I take our dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
“Do you want anything else?” Falcon asks. “There are some apples in the fridge.”
“No, I’m good.” A yawn splits my face. “Maybe we should just go to bed.” Then I look around. “I feel so naked without my purse and my phone. Miles has everything. He has my ID, for God’s sake.”
