“I’m sorry.”
He shrugged. “My grandmother raised me. She was good but she was older you know? She was tired. Couldn’t watch me all the time. So I got in a lot of trouble, met Dante, tore the streets up. The rest, well, you know how it goes. Here I am now, standing on this roof with you.”
“I’m sorry you lost your parents,” I said. “But it doesn’t help bring back my father.”
“I’m going to fix that,” he said, looking at me with a surprising anger. He moved closer to me, and I took a step back. I ran into the railing and he loomed above me, staring down into my eyes. “I won’t let them hurt your dad. I won’t let them take away another one of your parents.”
I grabbed onto the railing behind me, digging my fingers into the metal, staring into his deep blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for you,” I said.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “But it was chance that you were in that bodega. It was chance that my boys shot you. And it was bad fucking luck that your uncle reacted this way.”
I shook my head and felt a little pain in my shoulder. It’d been not much more than a dull throb lately, and I could almost forget about it.
But it was hard to forget the rest, being locked in that room, being taken by this monster.
He reached up and touched my cheek. I sucked in a little breath, and his fingers were rough. It surprised me, he always seemed so careful and thoughtful with the way he moved, but his hands felt like he worked hard with them,
“I’m sorry you ended up here,” he said, his voice low and soft. “But I keep saying I’ll take care of you, and I mean it, little Colleen.”
“Why are you being nice to me?” I asked. “You could just keep me locked in the basement.”
“That’s not what I want.” His eyes looked pained as he tilted his head. “I want to make all this right. You hear me, Colleen? What happened to you was fucked up, and I’m only making it worse. But I want to make it all right.”
“I don’t think you can,” I said.
He leaned closer, his lips close to mine, as they brushed across my cheek.
“I can do a lot of things,” he whispered in my ear. “I think you’d be surprised.”
I let out a little gasp as his right hand slid behind my back and pulled me against his body. I blinked staring into his eyes, heart racing. I should push him away, scream for help, run and hide.
Instead, I let him kiss me.
His lips felt like heaven and his tongue tasted like metal and sweet tea. I tightened my grip on the railing as his hand pushed me closer against his hard body. I let his tongue roam mine, bit his lower lip, maybe a little too hard, but not hard enough to make him stop. His other hand slipped into my wet hair and pulled, making me gasp as his lips found my neck.
“I thought you’d fight,” he whispered as he gripped my hair and kissed my throat. “I thought you’d kick and scream.”
“Would you have stopped?” I asked.
“I already told you, Colleen. I don’t take what isn’t mine by rights.” He reached up with his other hand and gripped my face, looking into my eyes. “Tell me you want me to stop, and I will.”
I stared at him, heart hammering, fingers gripping the railing so hard I thought the blood would stop pumping to their tips. I was tempted to say it, to tell him to let me go and fuck off. I wanted to tell him to go to hell for what he’s doing to me and for what he’s putting me through, but I can’t seem to find the words.
Where there should be anger, all I feel is a roiling, tense need for his touch.
He let my face go and smirked as that hand moved down over my breasts, along my hips, down between my legs.
“I thought so,” he said, and kissed me again.
I melted into that kiss and hated myself for it. I felt pathetic and weak, but my heart was aching and my body pulsed for his touch. Every time his lips pressed against mine I let out a little gasp like I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be kissed by a gangster and a killer and a bastard.
His hand pressed up between my legs, over my pussy, rolling along my yoga pants and my panties. I purred into his mouth and moved my hips, riding his hand as pleasure began to bloom. He kissed my chest, my neck and collar bone, then released my hair and reached down to peel the yoga pants down over my ass.
I watched him drop to his knees, my eyes wide. I looked around, feeling a surge of panic, and I realized there was nobody around. We were penned in by big trees and far enough back on the deck that nobody could see from the street.
And Steven didn’t seem to give a damn. He kissed my inner thighs and teased my pussy with his fingers, spreading my legs wide. I let out an involuntary moan as he found my clit and began to circle it with his thumb, a smirk on his lips as he looked up at me. I grabbed his hair as he pushed my panties aside and licked me top to bottom.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, gripping his hair tighter. “Oh my god. Someone might see this. Do you even care?”
He licked me faster, sucking my clit, then pulled my panties down. The metal railing was cold against my bare ass and he looked up with a smirk
