Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I haven’t allowed myself any form of comfort or pleasure until today when Cassia held me.
Until now, as I devour her mouth.
And one taste is all it takes for me to fall completely over the edge. The seed she planted in my heart starts to grow at the speed of light.
Her tongue brushes against mine, and it draws a groan from me. I keep one arm locked around her while my other grips her throat, and my teeth tug at her bottom lip before my tongue dives deep to sweep through her mouth.
Christ.
My heart pounds in my chest, and my breaths speed up as the kiss keeps growing with passion. Cassia’s hands start moving over my arms and chest, and it feels so fucking good.
I let go of her throat and lower my hand to her right breast, massaging her through the silk fabric of her dress.
She quickly wraps her arms around my neck as she kisses me with the same urgency I feel, and I fucking lose my mind for her.
Suddenly, there’s a pounding on the bedroom door, and Tobias shouts, “A car is pulling up the driveway!”
I let out a disgruntled groan as I break the kiss and growl, “Coming.”
Unfortunately, not while balls deep inside Cassia.
As I let go of her my eyes lock with hers. Seeing the gold flecks in her irises looking like molten lava while hearing breaths rush over her swollen lips is almost my undoing.
We stare at each other for a few seconds before I say, “We’re not done.”
She nods as she lifts her hand to her mouth, swiping the pads of her fingers over her bottom lip. “Yes. We need to come to an agreement.”
I let out a dark chuckle, “I’m done talking, Cassia. You had your chance to get rid of me.” As I walk to the door, I mutter, “The subject is closed.”
“Then what are we not done with?” she asks.
I pull the door open and stepping out of the room, I mutter, “The kiss.”
Chapter 21
KNIGHT
When I walk down the short hallway, I glance through the living room window and see three of the men I served with standing by their car.
Christ. It’s been over a year since I last saw them.
Most of the men and women I’ve met in the Navy and Army have gone into some kind of security business or ended up doing private jobs like this one.
But none of these guys have crossed the line like I have. Not that I’m aware of.
When I step out of the house, they all look at me, and it takes a few seconds before a smile splits over Davies’ face. He’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother, but we drifted apart after I lost Ronnie.
“Fuck, Knight,” Davies says as he walks toward me. “It’s been a hot minute since we last saw each other, brother.”
When I reach out my hand, he slaps it away and goes in for a hug, patting me hard on the back.
He pulls back and lets out a chuckle, “Still as ugly as I remember.”
“Fuck you,” I mutter playfully before I shake Miller’s and Saunders’ hands. “Thanks for coming.”
“The money wasn’t something we could pass up on,” Saunders says, then he glances past me toward the house and lets out a whistle. “Who’s the babe?”
I level him with a look of warning. “My woman and your boss. Treat her with respect.”
“Your woman?” Davies looks shell-shocked at the news. “You were never one for romantic relationships.”
I let out a sigh and get down to business. “Her name is Cassia Dimitrou. She’s the head of the Greek mafia. Her organization just took one hell of a hit from the Russians, and it’s our job to protect her while she goes to war to take back what’s hers.”
“That’s it?” Miller asks. “Just protection?”
“There will be combat to push the Russians out of Greece.”
Miller chuckles. “Thank fuck. You made it sound like we’ll be nothing more than glorified bodyguards.”
I shake my head, the corner of my mouth lifting. “There will be plenty of opportunities for action.”
When I start to turn around, Davies grabs my shoulder. “Hey, wait up. Tell us how you’ve been.”
“Good.” I let out a breath, then ask, “You?”
“Better than you by the looks of things.” He stares at me for a few seconds before compassion settles on his face. “How are you holding up after what happened with Ronnie?”
“I’m fine,” I mutter, my tone too harsh. “Let me introduce you to Cassia. We have a lot of work to do.”
As I walk the short distance to Cassia, the image of Ronnie flits through my mind, and I clench my jaw.
Cassia’s gaze moves between me and the men before she locks eyes with me. She instantly notices my clenched jaw and steps toward me, asking, “Everything okay?”