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  “So, tell me, Eva, why exactly did you move here one year ago, and why is it that I haven’t seen you around before?” His voice makes me shiver, and I have to fight the urge to run.

  Or throw myself at him.

  Honestly? Throwing myself at him seems more likely. I haven’t been this interested in a guy in…well, more than a year. Even when I was with my ex, it wasn’t something I really wanted. It was more of a self-preservation thing, but I haven’t been with a man I’d chosen in a hell of a long time.

  Right now, I’m not sure if I chose this guy or he chose me, but I don’t really care. What matters is that he’s looking at me like I’m a damn snack and he hasn’t eaten in days.

  “I work a lot,” I tell him. “So, unless you come in or I run into you in the grocery store, I don’t think we’d know each other.” He doesn’t look like the kind of guy who would need to come to a bar to meet women. Hell, he also doesn’t look like the kind of guy who does his own grocery shopping. Not at the corner bodega like I do, anyway.

  He nods. “Well, I’m glad that you stumbled in here. But, just so you know, nobody gets into the back room for free.”

  I freeze. I have some cash in my bra, but I don’t know that it’s enough for him. This place is really swanky and I knew from the moment we walked in that I didn’t really fit in.

  “I have money,” I tell him, reaching up and fumbling in my bra. God, it’s probably a little damp because I’m sweating my ass off being so close to this hot guy. The thought of giving him damp money thanks to my boob sweat makes me want to throw up.

  “Not a chance. I don’t want your money.” He grabs my wrist and holds it in place so that I can’t move.

  “No money?” This seriously isn’t happening. I swear, this is the kind of situation that girls in hot romance books get themselves into, not me. I’ve never had a guy look at me like this before, never had my body respond like this…I’m aching for him and I don’t even know his name.

  “No money.” He doesn’t say anything else, and I don’t get the chance to respond before he crashes his mouth onto mine, sucking my lower lip until I cry out. As soon as I do, he sweeps his tongue through my mouth, tasting me.

  I swear, it’s like someone turned on a damn fountain. My core is throbbing hot for him and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to dull the ache, but the pressure only makes it more insistent. Before I know what I’m doing, I mold my body to his, feeling all of his strong muscles. My tits are pressed up against his hard chest and he slides his hand up my side, squeezing me and pulling me closer to him.

  I feel like I can’t breathe. All of my nerves are on fire and I want his hands all over my body. The thought of him touching me however he wants to and taking me for his own roars through me and I suddenly feel dizzy.

  Is this what it’s supposed to be like when you kiss someone? Holy hell, I’ve forgotten.

  “Eva,” he murmurs, pulling back. “I’m gonna take my payment from you in another way, you understand?”

  Fuck. He can’t mean what I think he does, right? Even as I wonder if he’s serious, I nod, reaching up and grabbing the back of his head to pull him down to me. My fingers tangle in his hair and he groans, grabbing me around the waist and lifting me up. Immediately, I wrap my legs around his waist, squeezing tight so I won’t fall, and he shifts his grip to my ass.

  “Fuck, you’re delicious, Eva,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’ve wanted that sweet little ass of yours since I saw you coming in the Claw.”

  My whole body is screaming for him to touch me more and I feel like I’m about to come out of skin. He squeezes my ass and I respond by raking my nails down his neck and across his shoulders.

  That does it. He must not have expected that I would do that, but I can’t seem to come up with any words. Besides, what would I say? Hey, sexy stranger, I want you to fuck me?

  Oh, God, but I do.

  He shifts position, pinning me up against the wall and ripping my dress up higher on my thighs. The exposed brick on the wall digs into the bare skin on my back and my arms, but I don’t care. It’s cool and the rest of my body is so hot that it’s like a welcome break from the heat coursing through my body. I feel a flush of embarrassment that I’m so wet – I can’t believe that a stranger could make me feel like this – but that disappears as soon as he slides his hand up my thigh, circling my folds.

  The underwear I have on is nothing compared to how insistent his fingers are, and he rips it down, putting me on the ground long enough to pull it off so I can kick it to the floor. As soon as I’m free of my underwear, he unbuttons his pants and my jaw drops.

  He’s huge.

  Like, someone-call-a-doctor huge. He catches the look on my face and laughs, which only makes me more embarrassed, but not for long.

  I can’t help that I want him so badly. I should ask him for a condom or, fuck, at least his name, but I can’t form the words before he’s slipped inside of me, thrusting into me and taking me for his own. I’m back against the wall, and now the brick is digging into my skin as he forces himself into me, thrusting deeper and deeper, stretching my walls open.

  As he fucks me, he trails kisses down my neck and bare collarbone. A series of small nips and open mouthed kisses are like fire on my skin and I gasp, trying to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head.

  It’s been more than a year since I’ve been fucked like this and I scream, throwing my head back as he enters me. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and my body responds, my muscles tightening around his cock as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into me.

  “Fuck, Eva, let it out,” he murmurs, still pushing me against the wall. I’m starting to slip, even though I’m caught between his hard body and the wall, and he spins around, holding me close to him, and then flips me and bends me over the sofa, digging his hands into my hips. My legs feel like jelly and I lean forward as he reaches down to rub my clit, making it feel like I’m about to come apart at the seams.

  “Oh, shit!” I cry, digging my fingers into the leather of the sofa. He doesn’t let up, only teasing me more, sliding his fingers around my clit before rubbing it hard enough to make my legs shake even more. I’m not going to be able to stand for much longer.

  Except he doesn’t let me fall. Not only is he gripping my hips so tightly that I couldn’t move away from him even if I’ve tried, but he’s impaled me on his huge cock and I feel him pump into me. The muscles in my pussy pull at him each time he pulls back to thrust again, and I’m growing tighter and tighter around him.

  I can’t handle the feeling of him filling me and playing with my clit. My breathing is shallow and fast and I gasp as he finally sends me over the edge. It’s like my entire body is falling apart and I throw myself over the sofa, trying hard to stay on my feet. The pain of his huge cock in me is completely overwhelmed by the way my nerves are all screaming and responding to what he’s doing to my clit.

  He gives me a rough pinch and I cry out again, second waves coursing through my body. Nobody’s ever touched me like this before and I can’t move.

  “Fuck, Eva, you feel good,” he murmurs, stilling in me before sliding out and picking me back up. I feel him come in me, feel him release himself into me as he pumps deeper and closer to my cervix. Dammit, it feels so good.

  I can barely breathe. Without looking at him, I pull my dress down and try to catch my breath. His cum runs down my leg and I almost reach to wipe it, but I don’t want him to see me do that. My brain is having a hard time figuring out what just happened and I feel a little dizzy, but he looks calm and collected.

  For that reason, I’d rather let his cum run down my leg than move to wipe it up.

  For some reason, I don’t want him to see me make any move that would make me look weak. It’s obvious, just by looking at him, that this guy isn’t weak. He’s the kind of guy who gets exactly what he wants and doesn’t let anyone stand in his way.

  What the hell did I just do? I came here to hang out with my friend, not get f
ucked by the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, and yet I’m now standing with my skin on fire, his cum on my leg, and I can’t catch my breath.

  “You’ve seen the back room now.” Even as he pulls up his pants and fixes his belt, I don’t want to look at him. “You can tell your little friend how wonderful it was.” He turns and grabs a tissue from the table by the sofa and hands it to me, but I simply slip it into my bra.

  His face hardens a little, and I’m surprised. He doesn’t want to watch me clean up, does he? It’s obvious to me that he does this all the time, and that I’m nothing more than a quick fuck in the back of the bar. I wonder who he knows around here to be able to use this room as his own person sex room whenever he wants.

  Thinking about it makes my face flame. What the hell did I just do? It wasn’t a mistake – at least, I don’t think – but I sure as hell didn’t mean to get fucked in the back room of a bar by some guy I’d never even met.

  And who is he, anyway? I have a ton of questions that I want to ask him, but the look on his face tells me that we’re done here. He got what he wanted, and I guess that I should be glad that it was as good for me as it was for him.

  “I, uh, I’ll go.” Before he can stop me, I turn and run for the door. It flies open at my touch and I’m thrown back out into the loud world of the Claw and Crown. There are so many people there that I have to shove through them.

  The guy couldn’t follow me if he wanted to. Not that he’d want to, right? I risk a look behind me and he’s in the door to the back room, his dark eyes boring into me.

  Fuck.

  Turning, I push harder to make my way through the crowd. As soon as I get outside onto the sidewalk, I turn and look back, but he’s out of sight. It’s probably better that way, anyway. I’ve been here a year, I finally got laid, and now I can move on.

  Wishing I had a coat, I rub my arms and start down the street. His cum is sliding down my inner thigh and I swear, glancing down to see if anyone can see it. I’m pretty sure they can’t, but I’m staring at my leg when the car pulls up next to me.

  That’s why I don’t notice it at first.

  It’s a sleek black thing with tinted windows. I couldn’t say if it was a Mercedes or a damn Jeep because I’ve never been interested in cars. All I know is that when the window rolls down, I step farther away from the road.

  “I’m here to take you home.” The guy driving the car looks to be about sixteen and I have doubts about how long he’s had his license. Still, my place is a long walk from here and my feet are starting to ache.

  “Who sent you?” I ask, without moving closer to him. There’s no way I’m just hopping in a strange car when I don’t know if I could be doing something stupid.

  The boy looks surprised, like I should know who drives this car. At that moment, it starts to rain. I glance up at the sky, scowling, and hoping like hell that the owner of the car isn’t some damn rapist.

  “Roque Torenti.”

  That name means nothing to me. “Who?”

  “Roque. The man from the back room.” The kid pauses for a moment while that sinks in. “Should I tell him that you don’t want a car?”

  Just then, a huge clap of thunder tears through the city and I clap my hands over my ears. Thunderstorms and me? Not friends. Not since I was little and camping with my dad in the middle of a storm. He got drunk and I sat up all night sure that we were going to die.

  Still. A thunderstorm? Or a car? Roque’s car.

  What the hell kind of name is Roque?

  Without really thinking about it, I throw open the backseat and slid in. As soon as I do, the clouds open up and it really starts to pour.

  “Smart choice,” the kid says, rolling up his window. “Now, where do you want me to go?”

  I tell him, even though part of me is screaming that it’s not a good idea. Is it really smart for me to tell this guy where I live? I’m sure he’ll tell Roque but…

  There’s just something about Roque. I don’t want to think that I could ever have feelings for someone who would take me in the back room of a bar and then fuck me, but damn.

  From the moment I saw him, I wanted him.

  Leaning forward, I tell the kid my address. He pulls away from the sidewalk and I lean my head back, trying not to think about what it was like to have Roque’s cock in me.

  Chapter 4

  Roque

  Sending the rookie driver to take Eva home maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, but it seemed a hell of a lot smarter than having someone else hanging around here take her home. At least this way I know that she’ll be safe. The rookie doesn’t drink and is still so nervous about working for us that he’s afraid to do anything that we would consider a fuck-up. I want her for me, in one piece, and I knew that other guys wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of her.

  Especially my brother. I feel a flash of envy at the thought that Arlo got to see Eva first, even though he only held the door open for her when she was coming into the Claw. If he’d been around longer, I’m sure that he would have tried to talk to her, but I wouldn’t have let that happen. As soon as I saw her, I knew that she was mine. I guess that in that way Arlo and I are pretty alike, but the similarities end there.

  Even so, I’m grateful that I get to spend the evening with him and the rest of the family. Last night at the bar? That was something different for me. I’m not one to take girls into the back room and fuck them, but there was something about Eva that made it so I simply couldn’t resist.

  Her pouty little mouth, her tight little dress…fuck, the way I could tell that she had a hole in her heart that someone needed to fill? I really couldn’t resist, and now that I’ve had my cock in her, I can’t help but think about what it will be like to fuck her again.

  My cock thickens in my pants as I think about bending her over the sofa in the back room and I have to reach down to readjust. It’s no good walking into a family dinner with a chubby, I’m sure that someone there would have something to say about it.

  The rookie driver texted me her address as soon as he dropped her off, and I’d hopped in my car and driven by to make sure she had gotten in okay, but it was fucking impossible to tell. She lives in a shitty highrise apartment, and I had no way of knowing which window was hers.

  Even so, I sat for a moment and stared, my wipers working hard to keep the rain off of my window as I watched.

  Fuck.

  This damn girl has me all twisted up in knots, and there are bigger problems for me to worry about right now than when I’m going to get to dip my cock in her pussy again.

  “Roque!” Ma always greets me with a hug and a smile, and tonight is no different. Pops must already be in the dining room ready to eat. I’m the last one, as usual, but I had some business to attend to.

  “Where the hell have you been?” Arlo is already eating bread, stuffing his face full of the garlic knots that Ma made, and I snatch one out of his hand when I walked by to my seat.

  God, it’s was good. Butter drips down my fingers, and I have to lap at it to keep it from reaching the cuff of my jacket. “Not all of us have jobs that end at 5 o’clock, asshole, so I was working.”

  He grins at me and takes another bite of a garlic knot. “You being late have anything to do with that sweet little pussy you found last night?”

  “None of that.” Pops gives us both a look that shut us up. Whenever he speaks, which wasn’t terribly often, everyone else in the family listens up, especially now that he’s the new don of the family. Hell, grandpa is barely in the damn ground, but Pops has moved smoothly into his new role. That’s good, though. If he hadn’t, then the whole family could easily fall apart. We’d seen it before with other families, but there wasn’t any way that we were going to allow that to happen to us. “Your Ma doesn’t want to hear about that. You know the rules.”

  He was right. No work talk at the table, especially if it involved killing someone. Or pussy. Ma didn’t want to hear about any of that, and the way she cooked, non
e of us were going to push it. Sunday dinners with the family were sacred, and we’d all learned that.

  This time last year, not only had our grandpa been sitting at the head of the table, but it was packed with cousins and our uncle. Now, though? After everything that went down between the two sides of the family, there weren’t as many of us.

  That was okay, though. As Pops said, we were stronger now than we ever had been before, and there wasn’t anything that could tear us apart.

  Slipping into my seat across from Arlo, I nod to Matty. He and his brother, Valentino, are as different as they could be, but they are both loyal and true. We’d all grown up together, and their dad, Marcello, had worked for the family as long as I could remember.

  They may not be real blood relatives, but they are closer to us now than our own cousins were.

  Across from them are their wives, Gina and Kelly. Kelly is the only one who didn’t grow up here in the city, and none of us really know where Valentino found her. I guess it doesn’t matter, because she knows how to keep her mouth shut, and now that she’s pregnant, she’s more tied to the family than ever before.

  Before she got knocked up, she ran her mouth a little too much. Arlo had told me that Valentino had a come to Jesus meeting with her. Nobody wants to end up on the wrong side of our family. Nobody.

  Since then, she’s been a good little wife. She keeps his bed warm, makes sure to keep her mouth shut, and doesn’t ask any questions that would get her into trouble.

  That’s one of the other rules of the family. The women aren’t involved unless absolutely necessary. The men take care of everything, and that way, our women can’t be used against us. It’s been like that for generations, and nobody has ever really bucked it.

  Well, Kelly tried, but she got put in her place, so she gave that up really quick.

  At the other end of the table is the one cousin we still talk to. He’s a cousin on Ma’s side, not Pop’s, so it makes sense that he’s still around. When his folks died, Ma and Pops took him in, so he basically grew up with us as a brother. Ricky’s a single dad, which would be hard as hell, but Ma helps him out as much as possible. Emilia is five now, and a damn good kid.