“It wouldn’t be fun otherwise,” he said.
He took a step forward, and she turned and grabbed a ceramic soap dish, almost sad that she was about to destroy it. Sophia whipped it at his head, then scrambled down the counter to grab another.
Her heart raced as he closed the distance between them. He was so much bigger than she was, but she’d go down fighting. She grabbed one of her stilettos off her foot and used the heel as a weapon, jabbing him in the shoulder as hard as she could.
I’m going to die on my birthday.
Her attack only served to agitate him, his brow furrowing as he threw her shoe and pulled her closer. She felt the cool metal wire brush her arm, and she whimpered, too tempted to beg for her life.
Then someone was behind him, a huge arm around his neck. He released his grip on her, clawing at Hawk’s crisp white sleeve as he gasped for breath.
“Who hired you, asshole?”
She collapsed, using the counter to support her weight. Her relief made her dizzy.
“It’s an open contract,” he squeaked out.
“Three million’s a lot of money. I get that,” said Hawk. “But it becomes a problem when your target is my ward.” In a quick move, he snapped the big guy’s neck, then lowered him to the ground before dragging him away by the arms.
She hadn’t moved.
He’d saved her. His strength, confidence, and skill only increased her desire. She was too used to life and death drama to let it ruin her night.
Hawk came back, brushing off his jacket like nothing happened. He looked in the mirror as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded. “How’d he find me here?”
“Anywhere public is a gamble,” he said, picking up her missing shoe. “We better get out of here.”
She stopped him when he tried to usher her out.
“What’s wrong?”
“You called me your ward again,” she said.
“I’m not following.”
She rested her hand on his chest. “I’m not your ward. You’re not my father’s hired babysitter, anymore.”
“I’ll always protect you. Nothing will change that.”
“I want to be your woman, Hawk, not your ward.”
He smiled, then took her hand in his, leading them to the washroom exit. Within minutes they were outside, waiting for the car. Hawk held her close to his side, a protective embrace. The nip in the air made the skin on her arms turn to gooseflesh. Or was it just having him next to her?
“Not my ward,” he said. She looked up at him, thinking the conversation was over in the washroom. “This. Us. It’ll take time for me to get used to.”
“Nothing has to change,” she said.
Tonight would be a good start because she planned to give her body over to him. She’d trust him not to hurt her, and she wouldn’t refuse him anything. He thought of her as a child, and she planned to show him just how grown-up she could be.
Chapter Thirteen
Once they got to the hotel lobby, Hawk stopped at the front desk and ordered a piece of birthday cake to be delivered to the room. Money talked, and he was sure to describe exactly what he wanted.
“My feet hurt,” she said when they emerged on their floor. “I’m not used to heels.”
“Come on, jump up.” He squatted down, urging her to climb on his back.
She giggled and wrapped her arms tight around his neck when he stood up. Her dress rode all the way up to her upper thighs. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a piggyback before,” she said.
“Hold on tight.”
The hotel room was dark when they returned. Dark and quiet. He flicked on a light, but Sophia told him to turn it off. He set her down, and she walked over to the windows in her bare feet.
“I like the lights from the city at night. It’s relaxing. Your eyes will adjust.”
He came up behind her, running his hands along her sides, over the curves of her hips. She inhaled, leaning her head back on his chest.
“As long as I can see you,” he said.
“Take my dress off, Hawk. Do everything you said you’d do.”
Fuck, he wasn’t ready for this. There was nothing he wanted more, but an internal battle kept raging despite the fact he’d made up his mind to claim her.
He peeled down the first strap of her dress, as slow as melting chocolate, leaving soft kisses on her bare shoulder. Her breath shuddered, but she didn’t move. He slid the next one down, the top of her dress slipping to her waist. Hawk gathered her hair to one side, resting it in front of her as he kissed the back of her neck, rimming the shell of her ear with his tongue.
“My beautiful birthday girl,” he whispered.
He unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the ground. The shadowed reflection of her bare breasts stared back at them from the glass. He snaked his arms around her, cupping her tits in his hands, the softness overflowing his fingers. Touching her felt deliciously forbidden.
Hawk growled, his erection pressed to her back. This was more than he deserved. He never thought this day would come.
She turned around in his arms, allowing the rest of her dress to fall heavily to the ground, leaving her in a whisper-thin pair of black lace panties.
“My turn,” she said, unfastening his tie. When it was off, she put it around her own neck.
Sophia undid the buttons of his shirt, one at a time, painfully slow, then pushed the material over both shoulders. She ran her hands over his chest, down his stomach to his pants. He didn’t stop her when she unbuckled his belt, pulling the leather clean from the loops. She palmed his cock over his slacks, and he snatched her wrist.
“What’s wrong, Hawk?” she teased, those big dark eyes tearing down all his walls.
He couldn’t keep hold of his control another second. Hawk cupped her face and kissed her hard on the mouth, turning and backing her up to the kitchen island. The soft lights from the city gave a wash of muted color to the walls. It was just the two of them. And she was all he needed.
He realized he could have lost her tonight.
Hawk hoisted her up onto the low counter, taking up position between her legs. He tugged his dress shirt off, then grabbed her hips, sliding her to the edge of the cool granite.
“Are you hard for me, Hawk?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said. He leaned over and painted a circle around her dusky pink areola with his tongue. She gasped, grabbing hold of his head. He sucked her tight little nipple into his mouth, flicking the firm bud until she whined for more. “You have perfect tits, Sophia.”
“Touch me.”
She writhed on the counter, so needy. He crouched down and spread her legs wider, swiping his tongue over the lace of her panties. She was wet, the scent of her arousal heady.
“Oh God, Hawk. Don’t make me wait.”
He had no plans on ripping her virginity from her. This only happened once, and he planned to enjoy every minute of it. He wanted to learn every curve, every freckle on her body and keep it to memory.
Hawk nuzzled her pussy, rubbing his face along the lace, kissing her sensitive inner thighs. “I’m going to eat you, baby.”
“Yes, do it,” she cried. Sophia leaned back on her elbows. Such a beautiful sight.
“Not yet.”
He continued to explore her body, kissing along her legs, then over her stomach, making it quiver. She giggled, and it was the cutest sound. “I’m ticklish.”
“I’ll have to remember that for later.” He winked. Then he cupped her breast and covered her nipple with his mouth, suckling her harder, rubbing his free hand over her panties simultaneously.
She braced a heel on the counter and arched up her hips, her breathing erratic. “More,” she chanted.
“You want to scream louder?”
“Yes.”
“You want my cock, baby girl? Want me filling this tight little pussy?” He pinched her clit, making her squeal.
“Hawk
…”
She reached down to push her panties lower, wiggling, and anxious. He pulled her back up, holding her close, bare skin to skin. Hawk ran a finger around her eye, tracing her face. “You’re so beautiful. My birthday girl.” He kissed her on the lips once. “What do you miss, Sophia? Tell me one thing you miss since all this bullshit started.”
“Painting.” She ran her hand through his hair, and he leaned toward her touch. “But I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
He had no plans of stealing her dreams. If he had to, he’d buy her a fucking studio. She was talented and inspired, and painting gave her life. It had been her passion since he could remember.
“I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom, settling her on the unmade bed. She shuffled to the middle, and he stood in place.
“How many women have you had?”
“Does it matter?”
She shrugged. “You’ll compare me to them.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about. You’re the only woman I want, Sophia.”
Someone knocked at the entrance. He went to check, tucking a gun into the back of his slacks before opening the door. It was her birthday cake.
Hawk put his gun on the counter and brought the cake with him to the bedroom, setting the small tray on the edge of the bed. “Your birthday cake,” he said.
“Thank you,” she whispered, only focused on him.
He unzipped his pants, stepping out of them and tossing them onto a chair. She watched, staring at his boxers.
“Have you never seen a man naked before?”
She shook her head.
Innocent.
Pure.
Mine.
Hawk slipped off his boxers, his cock rock hard and virile, bobbing as he moved closer to the edge of the bed. He’d never been ashamed of his manhood. “You want to touch it? Come here. It’s yours, remember?”
Sophia sat up and crawled to him, her body sexy as fuck. She knelt on the mattress, resting a hand on his chest. She hesitated, reaching out, but not touching.
He grabbed her hand, forcing her to grip him. “You can’t hurt me.”
She bit her lower lip, curiosity dancing in her eyes. With a light hold, she moved her fist up and down the length. He ground his teeth together, trying to hold onto his fracturing control. Pre-cum leaked from the tip of his cock.
“It’s big,” she said. “The skin is soft.” When she bent over and kissed it, he pulled back, his heart jackhammering in his chest. “Did I hurt you?”
“I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I love you. All of you. Why wouldn’t I kiss it?” She used a curled finger to beckon him closer. “Stop treating me like a child. I’m a woman, and I know what I want.”
As soon as he stepped closer, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and covered his head with her hot, wet mouth. He shuddered, his eyes lolling back in his head, every muscle flexing. He felt like a beast, a physical transformation tearing through his body. She worked his cock, sucking him, bobbing up and down until he had to pull away in fear of coming down her throat.
Tonight was supposed to be monumental. He’d be claiming her virginity.
“Did you like it?”
“Too much,” he said. “Now let’s get these panties off.” She helped him pull them free from her body, leaving her completely nude. And fucking perfect. “Hold your legs open. Nice and wide. I want to see what’s mine.”
She did as told without hesitation, making him harder. Sophia held her knees, her pussy glistening. His cock throbbed, heavy and aching.
“Hawk?”
“Stay just like that.” He pumped his cock a couple times. “Now touch yourself, baby.”
She reached one hand between her legs, rolling her clit under two fingers. In less than a minute, she became agitated. “I want to feel you on top of me, Hawk. I love you. I need you.”
This was happening.
He grabbed both her legs, a little too hard, holding her open. He dragged a finger over the top of her birthday cake, collecting some icing. She panted, following his movements. He spread the icing on each side of her inner thighs, close to her pussy, then held out his finger for her to lick the remainder. Watching those sweet lips wrapped around him was nearly his undoing.
“Yummy,” she said after licking his finger clean.
She gasped when he went down on her, eating her out like a man on the edge. His plan for a slow, measured exploration went out the window, and he feasted on her sweet, young pussy.
****
Hawk looked like a panther on the prowl as he crawled over her, his huge shoulders bunching up as he lowered his face between her legs. She remembered Cayden, and knew she’d love Hawk’s mouth on her pussy. Everything about it was deliciously naughty.
He wasn’t as gentle as she expected. He was hungry, desperate, rough in a way that made her hornier. She liked this side of him. He lapped up and down with the flat of his tongue, driving her crazy. He licked away the icing, twirled his tongue around her clit, and teased her folds until she was writhing on the sheets.
“You’re killing me, Hawk.”
He flipped her over, forcing her shoulders down, her ass high in the air.
When he speared her ass with the tip of his tongue, she squealed, the firestorm of sensation taking her by surprise. He rimmed her asshole with his tongue before moving back to her pussy. The sloppy sounds he made, combined with his grunts and growls, had her desperate and wanton.
“So good,” he mumbled, pressing her flat to the bed, stomach down. She felt a unique thrill and power being able to arouse the stoic Hawk. Finally, after all these years, he was hers. His body lowered over her, hot skin, hard muscle. His erection pressed against the back of her thighs.
He nipped her shoulder from behind, necking her, hitting every erogenous zone along the way. She couldn’t take another minute of the beautiful torture.
“Please,” she said.
He lifted enough that she could roll over underneath him. She parted her legs, wanting him heavy between them. “You sure about this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m twenty-five, Hawk. We both want this. You should be the one.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to her. It felt so intimate, skin to skin. He positioned his cock at her entrance, making her jolt. Every cell of her body felt like a livewire, and her pussy was wet and ready for him.
He pushed the thick mushroom head in an inch or so, and the instant fullness made her inhale sharply. Everything about Hawk was big and hard. She ran her hands over his back, feeling all the tense muscle as he slowly pushed inside her, taking away her virginity, making her his woman. The initial intrusion made her squint and grit her teeth in pain. It was an unusual discomfort mixed with pressure. The height of her arousal helped ease her through the worst of it.
Memories of him flashed in her mind. He’d always been there. And she’d loved him for as long as she could remember. They had a history together, and no one could take that away.
Hawk equaled security, strength, and safety.
And now he was hers.
“You okay?”
She was going to tell him he was big, and she’d never felt so full in her life, but she didn’t want him to stop. “Yes.”
Once he was inside her to the hilt, all those hard inches deep inside her, he exhaled, his breath on her neck. “You’re tight. So fucking tight around my dick.”
“Does it hurt you, Hawk?”
“No, but it’s not easy going slow.”
She swallowed her apprehension. “Then don’t go slow. I’m yours now, Hawk. You can fuck me however you want to.”
Her words unhinged him. He pulled almost out, then slid back in, slow and steady, over and over. The growing friction stole away any discomfort, and she quickly returned to that sweet zone. She tested her muscles around his cock, making him growl like an animal.
He picked up the pace, his body breaking out in a thin sheen of sweat. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding his shoulders as he pistoned into her. Each pump of his hips brought her closer, the pressure building, the end in sight.
Hawk kissed her, fucked her and kissed her. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.
And that was all she needed.
Her core let go, her orgasm rattling her entire body as wave after wave of contractions squeezed Hawk’s cock. She tensed, savoring every delicious sensation. He groaned, tightening his hold around her, fucking her harder until she felt him come inside her.
His body eased, his muscles relaxing.
Only the sound of their labored breathing could be heard in the bedroom. He rolled to his back, one arm draped over his eyes. She watched his large ribs rise and fall as he caught his breath. He fascinated her. All male and addictive.
She lightly touched the wound on his side. It had healed over but must still hurt. It was more than an injury. He thought he was removing a memory, but those staples and the scar that would remain would still remind him of the monster who stole his family.
Her father.
How could he love the daughter of a madman?
She felt a wave of guilt for all the harm her father had caused. So much death and pain. First Cayden, now Hawk. It would be wrong to mourn her father now, but she did. It was a small part, but a part she couldn’t ignore.
If Hawk found out, he’d be disgusted. She’d have to keep her feelings bottled up.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He tucked her into the crook of his arm. She felt warm and safe. The faint scent of his cologne surrounded her like a blanket.
“Thank you for the birthday present,” she said, painting patterns over his chest with a finger.
He jolted up onto an elbow. “Your present.” Hawk looked at his watch. “Almost midnight. It’s still your birthday.” He slipped off the bed, and she admired his hard ass as he walked over to the dresser. Even flaccid, his cock was impressive.
Hawk came back, bringing a small wrapped box with him.
She sat up and crossed her legs on the bed, taking it when he passed it to her. “What is it?”
“Open it.”
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