"Joanna Wylde - Be Careful what you wish for" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wylde Joanna)

revenge. It was revenge for his fallen men, too, although they would never know about it. They had died
to feed Williams’ greed, along with the hostage they were trying to rescue.

Now he wanted to howl, to punch out with his fists and kill. He forced the feelings back, maintaining his
frozen exterior. He had to stay calm, had to escape. Because of her, he’d lost the chance to kill Williams.
He wanted to hate her, but she smelled too good, even wet and muddy. It had been five years, two
months, and ten days since he’d touched a woman.
He wanted desperately to touch this one.

His old friend Del sat in the seat next to them, carefully ignoring their guest. His silence spoke volumes.
She was a liability; she could link all of them to Williams. He should have killed her.

Del was right, of course. She was a liability. He really couldn’t afford to let her live, but he’d be damned
if he wanted to kill her just yet. Or at all, really. A pro like her would understand, they would come to an
arrangement, he told himself. Hell, she might like South America. He sure did.

He reached between his legs, adjusting his pants to a more comfortable position. His cock throbbed. He
could almost feel her squirming beneath him on the ground, feel her soft breasts pushing against his chest
as she gasped for air. Her belly had given way to him so easily, and he knew instinctively that her legs
would have cradled him to perfection. She was a whore—she knew how to touch a man in all the right
places. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

She shivered beside him. Probably cold, he thought, and scared. Sean wrapped one arm around her
shoulder, pulling her stiff body against his. She didn’t want to be touched—he could feel the fear radiating
from her. But she was so soft and small next to him, like a little rabbit. He wanted to squeeze her. Sean
lifted her onto his lap, pulling her head to his chest.

“We’ll work something out,” he repeated softly, trying to calm her fears.

Beside him Del gave a snort of disgust.

“You can sit up front if you like,” Sean said, giving Del a pointed look. Del shook his head slowly, but
leveraged his large frame up. He stood, bracing himself against the seatbacks as he moved forward and
dropped down into the broad passenger-side chair.

Sean ignored him, turning back to his newfound treasure instead.

Her little ass was tight and warm against him, and he could feel himself swelling even larger. He closed his
eyes, and his hands clutched her body almost spasmodically. Hot. Female. His.

She moaned and gave a whimper of protest.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be a better customer than Edgar Williams,” he said, not wanting to think about those
fat hands touching her. It was better to imagine she wasn’t a whore, that she was his woman, and he
could do whatever he wanted with her. Of course, he could do whatever he wanted with her, he
reflected, so long as he paid her enough. Once upon a time, the thought might have bothered him,
perhaps even disgusted him.

Now it just made him harder.