Ryan Rule: New York Ruthless Book 1
Ryan Rule: Chapter 24

I watch her as she walks out of my office, and my throat constricts. My cock twitches at the sight of her curvy ass swaying in those skintight jeans, and my veins pulse with need. I consider calling her back in here, bending her over my desk and fucking her until she screams my name louder than she has ever screamed out one of my brothers.

I close my eyes and imagine slipping my fingers inside her cunt. Tasting her. Filling her with my cock. I lie in bed at night, listening to my brothers making her come over and over again. Sometimes, I imagine what she looks like when she’s losing control as I jerk off to the sound of her moaning their names.

Although this is about so much more than the desire to fuck her. I feel her in every fiber of my being. I can’t look her in the eye because she sees into my soul. When I was a kid growing up in Ireland, my mother used to warn me of the dangers of witches and fairies who might sneak into my bedroom and cast a spell on me. My father told her she was crazy, and it was the only thing I ever agreed with him on. Although I never told her that. But perhaps there was more truth to her fairytales than I ever gave her credit for?

Jessie Romanov has put a fucking spell on me. Even though she lied to me, to all of us, I still want her so badly it fucking hurts. She fills my every waking thought. From the moment she crawled out from beneath that desk in Nikolai Semenov’s office and looked me in the eye, I knew she was a warrior. And now I know who she really is, and what she must have endured at the hands of the Wolf, my admiration for her and her strength has grown tenfold. My brothers and I know of monsters and demons, of running from a past that is determined to keep pace with you no matter how far or how high you climb.

Jessie is just like us – and nothing like us.

But I can’t give in to this. I can’t let her in. Because I don’t trust her, and I’m not sure I ever could. I would enjoy nothing more than to walk down that hallway after her and take her to my bed. But how would I ever be sure that she wasn’t using that incredible body of hers just to get close to me, to all of us, and then take us down when we’re at our weakest?

Sitting back down in my chair, I put my head in my hands and sigh. What the fuck am I supposed to do? How do I protect my family when a pint-sized siren has my fucking heart and my balls in her vice-like grip and she doesn’t even know it.

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