Somewhere along the line I forgot that it wasn't all stolen from other businesses.
I wasn't sure if it was the moonlight, or if it was this new discovery, but I looked at him differently. He wasn't just some scoundrel in my eyes anymore, but he had legitimacy. That only made him sexier.
I hadn't made a mistake. I knew I hadn't. I walked across the space between us and looked up at him. "Tell me you are more than just a murderer," I said.
He furrowed his brow and looked down into my eyes. "Is that what you think of me?" he asked.
"I don't want to, but I know too much," I answered. I knew the way they worked. The way the operated. I'd seen it with my own eyes. With my father.
The images in my head haunted me.
"Kathryn, you have to know that we are more than just the family business. You have to know that." He stared at me intently then reached up and threaded his finger through my hair. "We do what we do to protect the people we love."
"You do what you do because it is profitable," I countered. But my argument fell on deaf ears. He was staring at me so intently. "I know how dangerous you are."
"And you still seduced me," he said, a small smile on his face. No, it was a smirk. He was a smug bastard. I still wanted to kiss him.
"This is dangerous," I said as I looked into his eyes. He knew exactly what I was talking about. This entire thing, all of it. It could lead to so much pain.
"Does that mean you don't want it?" he asked. He already knew the answer to that question. It was written all over my face.
So, he bent down and made the decision for me. He kissed me hard, his arms wrapping around my torso and pulling me to him.
I folded immediately. I'd started this, and I knew that there was no way to stop it now. We both had a lot to lose if we got caught, but I didn't care. I wanted him.
"Janson," I murmured as I broke our kiss. He wasn't having it, though. He swooped down for another. This time, I wrapped my arms around his neck and I let him take me there. I was hungry for him. It had been several days of just doing what I was told. Of making sure that I was the girl everyone wanted me to be. But when he kissed me, when he saw me, and I mean really saw me, it was then that I felt free.
He'd been so cold and distant, I'd thought he changed his mind.
"I don't think this is a good idea, and I don't care," he finally said. "I have to have you. My way."
What that meant, I wasn't sure, but I knew when he started pulling off my shirt that it was happening here and now. I didn't resist, though. Instead, I went along for the ride, pulling his jacket off and working on the buttons.
"You have no idea what you are getting into," he said.
"You keep saying that, but I don’t know if I believe it." I grinned and stepped out of my heels. It felt good to lose a few inches and realize the true height of him. He was hulking over me.
It was intimidating, but a part of me got a real charge out of it. I liked to think of how strong he was, and how in control he was. I wanted to give it all over to him.
He had me out of my blouse and skirt, and I was wearing nothing but my panties and bra.
"Come with me."
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Does it matter?" he answered as we walked through his kitchen and out the back door onto the rooftop deck.
It was gorgeous. We could see the entire cityscape from here.
But it was also so exposed.
"Janson," I said as I turned towards the door.
"No one can see you here, but I want you. Under the moonlight."
"But what if they can?"
"So what? They get a free show. I want you out here in the summer night." He pulled me back into him. "I want to experience all of you. Don't make me tie you to the guard rail so I can have my way with you."
"You wouldn't," I said as I sucked in a breath, but I had to admit, it was an intriguing idea.
"Oh, but I would," he said as he kissed down my jaw and to my neck, where he nibbled. I still had a small bruise in that exact spot from his bites.
Chapter Six
Kathryn
I could feel his cock hard against the fabric of my panties as I sat in his lap. The fabric of his pants and my panties were the only things keeping him from me. I should savor it, I knew that, but I wanted more. I ground against it, teasing him before I turned. I kissed him again and again, losing myself in him entirely. Removing his pants was easy, and I liked how vulnerable it made him. His boxer briefs tight against his caged cock, his shirt unable to mask the mass of musculature under it.
He was truly a wonder. I’d never seen a man that was so well defined. He was such a large, barrel-chested man, I knew that he must work hard to look that big. That menacing.
Part of me wondered how many men he’d killed with those arms, but I willed the thought aside.
“Kathryn-” he started, but I shut him up with a kiss. We both knew this was dangerous. We both knew this could have disastrous consequences, but it was our choice. Our rebellion.
And I wanted it.