When I made a promise to a dying man, I didn’t expect to fall for his daughter. Lara’s too young, too tempting for her own good. Keeping my distance isn’t option. Lara’s old man left her in deep water and I’m her only way out. The only payment I demand is her. I’ve killed. I’ve stolen. I’ve broken more laws than I can count but Lara’s the only thing I truly want. Her father only told me to protect her. He never said I couldn’t keep her.
My father taught me to avoid men like Bear my entire life, but I’m not intimidated by his tattoos or his dark past. I shouldn’t want him. Bear’s uncouth, rough, and too old for me but I can’t help it. The more time we spend together, the more I want to become his. Can I uproot my entire life and give my heart to a man who lives and breathes violence?
“Come here,” Bear said.
She approached him, tentatively at first. Then determination lit her eyes. She took off the jacket he loaned her, letting it slide to the floor. Lara stood merely an inch from him. She pressed her palms against his chest.
“Bear,” she whispered.
Fuck, but hearing her utter his name like that, full of neediness and want, made his dick hard. Bear wanted to rip her dress to shreds. To flip her on her hands and knees and rut her like a beast.
“Yeah, baby?” He slid a hand up her smooth cheek, resting it there.
“Help me feel again,” she said. “There’s a hole in my heart. I don’t know how to fill it.”
“That’s grief talking, baby. I bet it hurts like a bitch, but it’ll heal over time.” Bear didn’t even care they were using each other for sex.
She wasn’t just a simple hook-up for him. Bear had only known her for two days and yet he already knew. He wanted Lara to be a permanent fixture in his life. To make her his old lady. Screw the logistics. They’d figure the details out later on. Right now, Bear wanted to let their bodies do the talking.
“You sure?” she asked. “I don’t know where I have room in my heart for grief. I hate him so much.”
“Shush. Don’t think about him at all.”
She laughed. “I don’t want to do any thinking at all.” Lara closed the distance between them.
He closed his hand over the back of her neck, preventing escape. Bear kissed her long and hard. A preview of what he’d do to her sweet, young, and tempting body later on. He slipped his tongue down her throat, and she sucked down hard on it.
Bear pulled away, and she panted, staring at him with wide and hungry eyes.
He growled out one word. “Bed.”
She had no complaints. Lara grabbed his hand and led him past the living room and right to her bed.
“Stand still,” he ordered.
She did as he asked. Bear unzipped her dress, and he didn’t rush. He wanted to savor every single second of this. Black velvet peeled open, revealing the slender curve of her back. He kissed her on the spot between her shoulder and neck. Then Bear bit hard, leaving a hickey there before undressing her fully. Once the fabric pooled at her ankles, he stepped back. Lara kicked the dress aside and turned to face him.
She wore matching white lace panties and bra. White. The color of innocence. He groaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”