4. Scarlett

CHAPTER 4

Iglare at my cat. "Traitor," I growl under my breath, turning to walk to my little bedroom to change.

"You can see yourself out, Mr. Bonetti."

I swear he's the most annoying man I've ever met. And my finicky feline likes him. I never saw that one coming. Sylvester doesn't like anybody.

Apparently he has no taste at all.

"Hello, Mr. Bonetti. You need to leave. I'm going to bed because I have to get up early tomorrow morning and this has been a helluva day. I'm sure as hell not doing that with you here."

He stalks up to me and the darkness in his eyes calls to me for some strange reason. A chill washes over me as he reaches out his hand and lightly runs his finger down my arm.

"So soft," he muses and that growly voice of his hits me right in the belly. My pussy clenches and I see his nostrils flare like he can smell it. "You can call me Benito."

"I don't want to. I want you to leave."

He cocks his head and the smirk on his face has my palm itching to slap him. I just know he's gonna say something annoying as hell.

"We don't always get what we want, Red." He wanders over and sits down on my fluffy couch with a sigh and a scowl. "You need a better couch. I don't think this one has lumbar support at all."

I almost laugh out loud. What the hell is my life like right now? I'm listening to a mob boss insult my furniture and tell me that it's not supportive enough."

"I like my couch," I snap at him, standing up straight and tall.

"Humph!"he growls. "I think you're just not used to a good one. I'll get you a new one and you'll see what I mean."

I snap and stalk across the room to him. "Listen to me! I don't want you to get me a new couch! I like the one I have! All I want is for you to go home and leave me alone!" I tap my toe in front of him and cross my arms, fighting the urge to throw something at him. I pick up a decorative pillow and hold it tightly to me, crushing it in my fingers.

He grins. "You know you're cute when you think that you're gonna get me to listen to you. No way in hell am I leaving you alone."

I pace away, my fingers ripping at the pillow, screaming quietly to myself.

Before I can turn around I find myself upside down and then bouncing along a hard back, fighting to stay still.

"What the hell are you doing?" I holler, pushing myself off of his back, trying to get away from all the muscles under my fingers.

"You need to go to bed. I'll take care of everything else." My eyes close as the world whirls around again and I find myself bouncing on my mattress.

My breath stills, the world and all the sights and sounds around me fading away as he leans over and pins me to the bed, his hands on my arms. The heat in his eyes makes me fight the urge to close my thighs on his big body.

"Hell," he growls, his dark eyes lit with a hellish glow. He leans down and his nose trails up my throat to my ear. I tilt my head automatically, granting him greater access.

His mouth sucks on my throat and he breathes deep. "You smell so good. You look like an angel lying there just waiting for the devil to muck you up, Red."

"Are you saying you're the devil?" I ask breathlessly.

He smirks and I see the predator hiding in his eyes, behind the tailored suit and the groomed hair. "Oh, I'm the devil alright, Red. But this devil has found his angel and I'm not going anywhere. You're not gonna get away from me. No matter how hard you try."

I grit my teeth and fight the fire coiling in my belly and everywhere his hard body touches mine. He rests his body lower on mine and I feel a hard bulge resting on my stomach. "You feel that, Red. That's what you do to me. I've never wanted any woman as much as I want you. I've fought it for a week but that's done."

"Stalker," I hiss back at him.

He grins but it's a little dark and a lot twisted. "Call me whatever you want, Red. But I'm yours. Your fate. And you're mine."

I shake my head and my hair tangles. His midnight eyes follow the motion and one of his hands drops to touch my hair, his mouth opening as he licks his lips. "I'm gonna devour you, every part of you one of these days, Red. I'm gonna be so good to you that you'll wonder how you ever got through life without me."

"Not bloody likely!" I snap.

He grins and his mouth comes down to my ear. His warm breath skates along my throat and the side of my cheek, whispering, "Oh, I'm gonna make you pay for fighting me, little Red. So hard and so long that you'll walk funny for a week, at least."

He stands up and my eyes widen when I see the huge bulge in his dress pants. He grimaces as he shifts himself with one hand.

He's fucking huge. My body tenses and I feel a frisson of fear. He's so big. Would he take me against my will?

He glares at me and huffs. "Get that look off your face, sweetheart. I would never take a woman who wasn't willing."

I smirk and stand up, walking to my bathroom on shaky legs. "Then you've got no chance of having sex with me."

"Not sex, Red. What we have will never be just sex. As soon as I saw you, I knew."

I roll my eyes. "Mr. Bonetti, I'm not about to date a mobster."

He stalks up to me and that uneasy feeling twitches in my belly again. He tilts my head up. "You know, princess. I might start to think that you're deliberately trying to piss me off if you're not careful. I told you to call me Benito."

Up this close I can see him so clearly and I sigh. "You look awfully young to be this bossy."

He chuckles. "It goes with the job."

"How old are you?" I ask, surprised how much I want to know anything at all about him.

"I'm thirty-two, angel."

"I'm thirty-eight."

He shrugs his broad shoulders. "So?"

"I'm older than you."

He grins. "I've always had a thing for older women. I used to have this fantasy about my math teacher in school. She was young and pretty like you and she wore clothes just like this." His wide fingers caress my blouse and run down the side of my skirt. "I used to picture slowly sliding those skirts down her hips and then fucking her at her desk with her just wearing her high heels."

I cough, covering a moan. I step back from him and his hot eyes follow every move I make. "I don't want to hear about your dirty dreams," I huff.

"Are you sure?" His dark brow arches and he grins wickedly. "I've had some lately about you. They are remarkably similar. I'm sure you have a desk in that bookstore somewhere."

My pussy clenches like the wanton hussy she is. I shake my head and clench my thighs together, looking for anything to ease that ache.

And like the bastard he is, he sees.

"I need to go to bed, Mr…". I back away from him when he growls and stalks towards me. "Fine! Benito!"

A satisfied smirk tilts his firm mouth and I almost roll my eyes.

"You need to go home so I can go to bed."

"You might as well just get ready for bed, angel. I'm not going anywhere. Get some sleep. I'll watch over you."

My mouth drops open as he walks out, closing the door. But he doesn't leave. Instead I hear him talking to my cat in the living room and the squeak of the couch.

I groan and roll my eyes. Then I stalk to the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

As soon as my head hits my pillow, I fall into a deep, untroubled sleep where midnight eyes follow my every move and a dark wolf stalks me in the night.