by Jenna Rose
His Dangerous Secret
Jenna Rose
Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose
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About the book
Riggs wants out of cruel father’s criminal empire, but his new house guest is making that impossible. Ava. She’s gorgeous, electrifying and irresistible and the spark between them is real. But there’s a big problem; Ava is his father’s new wife, and that makes her off-limits. But Riggs can’t resist. Soon stolen glances turn to stolen moments that threaten everything. Secrets have consequences and this secret is the most dangerous of all.
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Contents
1. Riggs
2. Ava
3. Riggs
4. Riggs
5. Ava
6. Ava
7. Riggs
8. Ava
9. Ava
Epilogue
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1
Riggs
Growing up as the only son of a mafia boss, you’d think I’d have had the world handed to me on a plate. And you’d be right. Except for one thing.
Her…
She moved in three weeks ago. Ava, my father’s new bride. Of course there’s no love between them; she’s just a trophy wife – something gorgeous for him to keep on his arm and make him look good.
She’s utterly gorgeous, model material, and only twenty years old.
As of today, that makes her ten years younger than me.
When she first stepped into the penthouse, I thought my dad was joking. He’s fifty, for fuck’s sake! I know the older-man-younger-woman thing is a thing and all, but a thirty-year difference? Yeah, nobody is actually buying that she’s in love with him.
But Michael doesn’t care.
All he wants is something beautiful on his arm, whether it’s a Rolex, a diamond bracelet or a young, gorgeous virgin. Yeah, he shared that information with me. It’s safe to say my dad and I don’t have the most conventional relationship.
He’s a kingpin. A complete sociopath who will do whatever it takes to remain in power. He doesn’t love me; I realized that when I was a child. He loves the idea of me – having a son so he can project this image to the world, but that’s all. I grew up with everything, but everything came with a price.
I had to do what he said, when he said it, and how he said it, or there would be repercussions. When I was eighteen I went out with a girl he specifically forbade me from going out with. The date went well, I kissed her goodnight, and two days later she went missing and was never heard from again.
Yeah. That’s the kind of “father” I’m dealing with.
All I want is out. Michael’s empire can crumble for all I care. I want nothing to do with it. Give me a small house with a barn where I can do my woodworking and I’ll be happy.
Well…almost happy. The only way I’ll ever truly be happy is with her by my side. But that’s impossible.
“Happy birthday!” I snap out of my stupor and look up to see three fake-boobed strippers, topless and holding a cake, prancing toward me in their high heels. Behind them, my dad is clapping his fat hands together while chewing one of his cigars.
“One for each decade, my boy!” he roars, causing the rest of the crowd to clap with him. That crowd is nothing more than my father’s men and business associates. He’s never allowed me to have any close friends, as that would mean letting a potential enemy into the family – someone that could harm him.
“Thanks, Dad,” I reply, forcing a smile. Even calling him Dad pains me. It’s like acid on my tongue – serrated metal coming out of my lips.
Most guys wouldn’t argue with six tits in their face, but it’s practically a war for me to keep my attention on the girls. It’s not that I care about offending them – I don’t. They probably don’t want to be here tonight either; it’s that I don’t want my dad to catch onto the truth…
The truth that I’m completely obsessed with my stepmom.
There she is, sitting beside him like a queen, looking like a goddess, even in the obscene, over-the-top dress my dad is making her wear tonight. It’s a mix of black and red, almost like something you’d expect a vampire to wear, and hugs her every curve like a race car hugs a track.
I’m rock hard, and it has nothing to do with the girls now giving me a triple lap dance.
I almost feel bad knowing that she’s seeing me like this, but then I remember that Ava does not share my affections. I’ve watched her since she moved in – searched her eyes for any signs that might show reciprocation, but all I’ve received are cold, stony glances like the one I’m receiving now.
Of course she doesn’t like me. She belongs to my father. I can only dream of one day being able to be with her, but for now, simply being in her presence will have to do.
“Mmm, what’s this, big boy?” the blond stripper asks as she runs her hand up my thigh to my growing bulge. “Is that for me?”
Before I can answer, the brunette chimes in. “No, that’s for me.”
“Uh uh!” the red-head whimpers, biting her thumb and giving me a sexy wink. “You bitches can have it, but not until I’m done with him.”
The blonde shoves her hand into the cake and rubs frosting all over her tits, then shakes them all over my face, causing my father to bellow with laughter. “See that, boys? Worth every penny!”
The other men clap as the girls take me by my arms and lift me out of my chair. So much for blowing out the candles and cutting the cake, I guess.
The strength it takes to not let my gaze fall on Ava’s beauty is almost more than I can muster. I focus on my heartbeat as the girls lead me into my bedroom and lock the door.
This is insane. I should be enjoying this. What guy wouldn’t be? I shouldn’t be lusting after my stepmother – a woman who has never and will never think of me in that way.
And that’s what makes this so painful. A few days ago she called me asking if I could come help her replace a bulb in her bathroom. Apparently all the other men working for my father were busy. When I got there, she was wearing the shortest shorts imaginable – I mean, they weren’t hiding anything. Her juicy ass had my cock screaming to get hard, and it took every ounce of willpower I had to keep it at half-mast while I changed her bulb.
Then, at our weekly family dinner, she asked me to help her open the champagne in the kitchen, where I found her bent over the counter like she was just begging for me to take her from behind.
And I almost did.
If she’d been any other girl, she would have gotten dicked down right then and there. But she isn’t any other girl; she’s my father’s wife.
“What’s wrong, baby?” the blond stripper asks me as she teases pulling off her panties. “Three girls aren’t too many for you to handle, is it?”
Grumbling, I shrug away from them and move over to the window.
“This isn’t happening tonight,” I tell them, handing them each a robe. “Take the side door there. It will lead you to my private elevator. You can take it down to the lobby and go.”
“Seriously?” the redhead asks. “You’re turning this down?”
I get their surprise. It does seem pretty insane.
“Go on,” I tell them. “Get lost. If my f
ather asks, tell him we had a great time.”
Flustered, the girls funnel out the side door. As they do, I hear one of them mutter under her breath, “What a pussy.”
Yeah, whatever. I’ve had my share of empty, vacant “relationships.” I don’t need any more of them. The woman I need is sitting in the other room, crushing my heart with every second that ticks by.
I need her. I have to have her. But that’s impossible.
I lie on the bed until I finally hear the party winding down, then wait another half hour before heading downstairs to grab a snack. But as I step into the kitchen, I realize I’m not alone.
Ava is standing by the fridge wearing nothing but a pair of panties.
And that’s it.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath as my eyes drink in her incredible physique. She’s a goddess. Nothing less. I turn around in a desperate attempt to escape the situation, but it’s too late. She’s seen me.
“Oh hey there, birthday boy. Need something to eat after that workout of yours?”
She thinks I fucked the strippers. I can’t have that.
“What workout?” I ask without turning. Maybe if I keep my eyes off her perfect breasts I’ll be able to resist. “I sent the girls home.”
“Aw, you did?” I can’t tell if her tone is mocking or sincere, so I assume the former to be safe. “Stage fright?”
Her scent wafts over me, and I feel her presence at my back – the warmth of her body against mine is intoxicating. I feel my cock pulse and rise to half-mast and continue growing. Fuck. This is bad.
Really, really bad.
“I don’t get stage fright,” I respond flatly. “I just…didn’t want them.”
“No? Strapping young man like you? Why’s that?”
When I feel her finger on my shoulder, I almost lose control. She gently urges me to turn around, and as though I’ve had a spell cast on me, I obey.
This is the closest we’ve ever been besides the hug my father made her give me when she first moved in. That time she was wearing clothes. Now she’s standing before me in nothing but a tiny triangle of sheer cloth that barely covers her secret that I’ve been dreaming of.
I force my eyes to remain on hers.
“No answer?”
“I—that’s not what I’m looking for,” I respond. It’s not a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either.
I try not to think about her plump, perfect c-cups or the smooth, tanned skin of her stomach, or the way her thighs have an inviting gap between them just begging for my two fingers or the tip of my cock. Even with my eyes on her, I can see all of that in my periphery.
Why is she doing this? Just to torture me? She does seem to be enjoying it.
“And what are you looking for?” she asks.
What she does next knocks the wind out of me. Ava, my stepmother, moves right in and grabs me between the legs. Her fingers curl around my swollen bulge with an aggressive finesse, and my lust for her flares to a whole new level.
“Ava—”
“I’ve seen you looking at me, Riggs.” Her seductive whisper slinks up my spine, awakening every suppressed desire I’ve had for her since she moved in. “Don’t you think it’s about time you manned up and did something about it?”
I am so fucked.
2
Ava
The power…
I can feel it in my hands, causing my mouth to water and a heat to blaze between my legs.
This is beyond dangerous, but I’m completely powerless. After tonight, seeing those three girls fawning all over him, I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. It’s been hard enough trying to pretend I’m not into him when Michael is around.
I thought he would have gotten the message when I pretended to need his help changing a light bulb or opening the champagne, but there’s no way he’s naïve enough to think I was just down here in nothing but a thong wanting to have an honest conversation with him.
No, we both know what this is, and we’ve both been fighting it.
His chiseled face glares back at me – almost with resentment. And I know why; he hates me for making him feel these things. He knows as well as I do that this cannot be.
Hypnotic eyes hold me in place. For the first time in a long time, I feel legitimately wanted. Not the way his dad looks at me – not as a possession or a trophy wife or a piece of arm candy, but as a real woman.
His cock pumps in my hand, growing larger, and I whimper softly. But as I press my body against his, our stolen moment snaps like a rubber band stretched too far.
“Ava, Ava, Ava,” Riggs says quickly, shaking his head. “I, uh…I don’t know what you think I’ve been doing, but this – this uh…this can’t…”
“Stop,” I plead with him. My God, his eyes are so bright and intense. He’s pretending not to feel what I’m feeling, but he’s not a good liar. “You know we both want this.”
“Yeah!?” he hisses angrily. “And have you forgotten about my father? The man you are married to!?”
“The man who bought me, Riggs? Bought me from my degenerate father who sold me to repay his debt? No, I haven’t forgotten about that. How could I?”
Instantly I can tell by the look on Riggs’s face that he had no idea the details of my situation.
“He—he bought you…?”
“Yes, Riggs! How could you think I could ever love a man like that?”
Riggs’ eyes flare with anger a brief second, and for the first time, I see it; his life is a trap too. Both of us are caught in the spider’s web of his father’s criminal empire and neither of us have a way out. When we first met, I had hoped that he could save me, but now I see that we could save each other.
“Stop pretending, Riggs. A woman’s intuition is a powerful thing, and I know what you’ve been thinking about me. I’ve seen your stolen glances when you thought I wasn’t looking.” I glance down at his bulge, now blatantly obvious beneath his pants. “And I see that.”
“You grabbed my cock!” he stammers, fighting to keep his voice low. His father is sleeping in the room above us. “You’re my stepmother, Ava!”
“Step.” I smile. “Is that so wrong?”
“My father would already kill you just for this happening, let alone anything else. Hell, he might kill me along with you.”
Riggs has a valid point. Michael is a ruthless kingpin and has left a crimson wake of bodies behind him to get to where he is today. He’s a sociopath who only cares about himself, and I’ve often questioned whether or not he’s even capable of love, even when it comes to his son.
“So…it’s just your father that’s the issue?” I ask, slinking closer. He doesn’t back away, and I’m suddenly aware of his heat against me. My nipples are hard. I can feel the goose bumps on my forearms, the back of my thighs and my butt.
“What do you think, Ava? That I want my dad’s sloppy seconds?”
Well, that was rude. But I know what he’s doing; he’s trying to make me angry so I’ll go away and make this easier on him. That only confirms to me how much he wants me.
“I haven’t fucked your father,” I tell him. A tiny surge of delight fills me when I see him process that one. “In fact, I haven’t fucked anyone, Riggs. And I want you to be my first.”
“Shit,” he curses softly. “You – you guys haven’t…?”
I shake my head firmly. “No.”
“How? There’s no way my dad would stand for that.”
“I told him I needed time. That I wanted to get to know him before giving myself to him like that. It’s working…for now…”
I can see a crack beginning to form in his armor. He’s starting to consider this, but that crack is immediately hidden by the stony, resolute expression that comes over his face.
He’s afraid – terribly afraid of his father – and that breaks my heart.
To me, Michael is just a gangster who bought me like a millionaire might buy a prized race horse. I’m just something to show off and make him happy
with himself. But Riggs – Riggs is his son. His own flesh and blood. His own family.
“Riggs, you’re telling me you don’t want me—?”
“Are you crazy?” His speed is blinding. He moves right in, snatches me by the back of the hair and pulls my head back, exposing the tender skin of my neck. His bulge grinds between my legs with an alpha’s heat and he cups my breast with his other hand, causing my back to arch and my mouth to fall open in expectation of his kiss. But it never comes.
I look up to see his eyes blazing with a lustful fury, like he could either fuck me or kill me in the next instant.
“Do you know what I want to do to you, Ava?” he growls.
“I—I don’t know anything…” I whimper. “I’m a virgin, Riggs.”
“Christ,” he growls. I was worried that admission would scare him off, but if anything, it seems to have only excited him more. “When I saw you bent over the counter, I wanted to throw that bottle of champagne aside and take you. Slide my hard cock in your pussy and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up straight.”
Fuck. This is what I’ve been waiting to hear, and it’s even better than I’d imagined.
“When I changed that bulb for you and saw your ass in those shorts? I wanted to spread you open and lick every single inch of your perfect body. But I couldn’t. I can’t, Ava. We can’t.”
My head is spinning at the thought of his touch, his hands, his tongue, his…
To give my virginity to Riggs would be all I’d ever need to be happy. Michael took me, he took my father’s money, and even if I had to go back to him, at least I would know that he would never be able to take that one precious experience from me.