Page 8 of Her Dark Knight


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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.

CHAPTER 5

Benito

Iopen the door and the light from the living room drifts across her tiny figure in the bed. Her fierce glare is softened in sleep and my body aches to be the one to hold her all night long.

I close the door and sigh, running my hands through my hair. I sit down on the couch and the black cat wanders across my lap and settles by my head, staring out into the night.

“I know. I don’t like it either. Too much out there is waiting to touch her and sully her. I’m not letting that happen. But it’s out there.” The cat purrs as my hand digs into the top of its head.

“She’s strong. She’s a scrappy one. I like that.”

I like it a fucking lot. I’ve never met a woman like her. She looks so soft and sweet and yet she’s sassy and hits when you least expect it. Fucking makes my dick hard as a rock.

I pick up my phone and dial my brother. He picks up on the first ring even though it’s the middle of the night. Neither of us sleeps worth shit. Everything wakes us up. Hazard of the job.

“What the hell are you still doing up, asshole?” He snaps, his voice gruff.

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