Beth Hunter isn't happy. To save her brother from getting killed, she has no choice but to spend a month with Rome Hayes. Sounds easy enough, only this man is one of the most dangerous men in all of the city. He pushed out the Bratva, the MCs, the mafia, and every single up and coming crime lord, to get to where he is right now.
From the moment he saw Beth, Rome had to have her. There's more to her than he thought possible. She's a virgin, so very real, and she’s not afraid of him. She was only supposed to be a plaything. Which is why he never expected to fall in love.
His only problem is her brother. He’s selfish, self-centered, and is determined to do as little as possible to get the most reward. While Beth tries to save her brother's ass, he seems determined to get her killed.
There is only so much Rome can do, and when her brother intends to kill him, and to put another group in power, it is up to Rome to take the next step. Will Beth forgive him for letting her brother pay the price? Or has Beth come to realize that her brother used her, and now it is time for her to be happy?
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She was a model citizen. Her parents were not. They were drunks, drug addicts with an addiction to not working for what they got. They wanted the easy life. It appeared that away from his parents, Ben was the same. He wondered if Beth even knew the reason he had his shit together back home for them, was the fact he worked for one of the biggest crooks in town.
Ben failed to make his life work here, with his sister. He’d never been a nine-to-five kind of guy. He worked harder than his parents, but he also wanted bigger payoffs for less demanding jobs.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he reached out for Beth’s bag. She gave it to him, but he saw how nervous she was. Her hands shook as she handed him the bag. He rested it on his shoulder and took the stairs, knowing she would follow him.
Her feet clicked on the hard wood of the stairs, as she followed him up. He’d gotten one of his staff to make up a spare bedroom for Beth to stay in. He had every intention of keeping this strictly about fucking; however, now that she was here, he didn’t want to keep her at arm’s length.
Going to his bedroom, he opened the door and stepped inside.
Tossing her bag into the closet, he spun around toward her. “You can put your shit up later.” He moved toward the bed. “Now, I want to see what I paid for.”
“Paid for?” she asked.
“Strip.”
Beth’s eyes went wide.
He wasn’t a patient man, and seeing as he’d spent most of the day with a raging arousal, he was going to see what now belonged to him.
Women were forever at his disposal. All he ever needed to do was click his fingers and one would be there, on her knees, ready to suck his cock. Beth was different. She looked so nervous, and he couldn’t deny it, that nervousness was super cute.
He wanted to take her right then and there. To bend her over something and fuck her raw. In that moment, he wondered how many men had gotten the pleasure of fucking her sweet cunt. There was no information about her love life; the cop had said there was nothing available. No ex-boyfriends or ex-fiancés lurking. He found that very hard to believe.
Beth was a beauty, with long blonde hair that clearly held a natural curl, and it wasn’t fake either. Full, lush tits she tried to hide in clothes that were too large for her. A small waist, but full hips and thighs. She was all woman.
Some men might consider her on the large side, but to him she was perfect. She was all curves and softness, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. His cock was rock-hard.
“Ugh, do you want me to clean anything?” she asked.
“Take your clothes off, and I don’t like giving an instruction twice, Beth,” he said.
She took a deep breath, and he watched as she fidgeted with her shirt. Again, it was two sizes larger than what she needed.
He waited, anticipating, and then she lifted the shirt right over her head and showed off the fact her large tits were confined in a bra that was at least one size too small, which he didn’t like. She needed those beauties to flourish.
The jeans were next, and as he watched her start to wriggle out of them, he realized her clothes didn’t fit her. He had a feeling she’d shopped for the nearest size she could find in secondhand stores. The jeans joined the shirt, and then she stood in a set of lingerie that should have seen the trash rather than her beautiful body.
Beth stood, one leg seeming to curl over the other as if she was attempting to hide her pussy.
“All of it,” he said.
Her face was bright red. It was like she hadn’t been naked in front of a guy before.
Watching her, Rome couldn’t help but feel aroused. There was something quite sexy about her movements, as she worked her bra off, followed by her panties.
She also attempted to hide her beautiful body, but Rome wasn’t having any of that. Getting to his feet, he walked around her and then moved her toward one of the many mirrors he had in his bedroom. Beth’s gaze was averted, and he placed a hand beneath her chin and forced her to look at her reflection.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he said.
