Her Monster (MF)
Caleb Carson is not a good man. All of his life he’s trained to be part of the family business. The Carsons kill, they hurt, and do whatever is necessary to stay in charge. Still, when he’s handed an eighteen-year-old girl as payment for a debt, he’s pissed. He takes the girl and keeps her protected. In return, he kills her father, as he doesn’t like loose ends.
Faith doesn’t get attached to anyone or anything, and she knew it was only a matter of time before her father’s gambling affected her. Now she belongs to Caleb, but … he’s different. She knows he’s a monster, but Caleb intrigues her. When she’s in his arms, it’s unlike anything she’s ever felt.
Caleb doesn’t do love, and he never will. Faith deserves so much better, but he can’t let her go. Why not have something for himself for a change?
Will Caleb keep Faith and learn to fall in love? Can Faith bring herself to love the man who owns her?
Be Warned: anal sex
When she got to the kitchen, however, Caleb stood at the stove stirring a pot.
Hands clenched at her sides, Faith was about to leave just as he turned and saw her. “Hey, Anne wasn’t feeling very well. I think she has the flu, so we’re fending for ourselves for the next couple of days.”
“Does she need someone to take care of her?” Faith asked.
“Nope. Anne doesn’t like anyone fussing over her. She’s got a niece who takes care of her when she’s like this.” He covered the pot he’d been playing with and turned toward her. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and to Faith it only seemed to enhance the thickness of his arms, and it was driving her crazy. “You weren’t in the library when I came to see you.”
“I decided to go to my room. Try and do some studying there.” It wasn’t a total lie. She’d been to her room to try to forget about her arousal. Being around Caleb didn’t help.
Any other man was easy. She’d seen some of his guards, and her body was fine, even her thoughts staying calm.
With Caleb, on the other hand, she was in total meltdown, and it was driving her crazy.
“What’s wrong?” He stepped closer to her, and she took a step back.
She couldn’t look away from him though, and as she stared at him, she was mesmerized by how dark his eyes actually were. They were so brown and intense. He didn’t stop coming toward her until her back hit the wall. Then his hands pressed either side of her head, and she found that so sexy. Trapped between his body and the wall, she didn’t see a problem with that.
Tilting her head back, she waited for him to speak. Then of course she remembered that he was the one who spoke last. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
“What is fine supposed to look like?”
“Why are you hiding in your room?” he asked, completely avoiding the question.
He smelled so good.
The closer he was, the harder she struggled not to reach out and touch him. She wondered what he’d do if she ran her hands up his chest. He had to be as hard and muscular as he looked even beneath the crisp, white shirt.
He always wore business clothes, which to her was incredibly sexy.
The tension seemed to mount as he stared down at her.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, daring to hope it was the same as she was.
“You don’t want to know.”