A/N: Happy Thursday Ladies! Hope everyone is doing okay and staying safe.

Please Be Advised. WARNING: This story has strong, bloody violence, strong language, contains material that some find disturbing, and contain scenes of sexual nature.

I do not have an editor so there are going to be blips and mistakes. Please be kind when reviewing. This is purely for entertainment and not real life.

As always all mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHRISTIAN

I'm pretty sure I've died and gone to heaven.

How is it possible for a woman like her to have never been touched before? I lost my virginity when I was thirteen to some twenty-something-year-old lady who worked at one of my Pop's businesses. Ray was getting his dick wet and told me to stay put when he went to collect the dues owed to Pop. Being the little shit I was I'd never miss the chance of seeing naked women at titty bars, so I followed him in. Granted, I didn't look thirteen at the time. Most thought I was pushing eighteen since I was tall for my age and Ray had me on a strict weightlifting schedule. Names weren't exchanged and after we left the hall bathroom, we never saw each other again. To be truthful, I'd never be able to pick her out of a line up. Much of that night was a blur but I do remember using a condom that was in a basket on the counter and the quick wham bam it was.

Ray always told me that we were lucky to live long in our line of business. There was always someone who'd tried to come in and take out the top dog at any point, so we should live our life to the fullest every day. Of course Ma wasn't happy when she learned years later that I'd been fucking around for years. I thought that she was going to kill both Ray and Pop that night. It was the first time I'd ever seen my parents fight. So when Pop had to sleep on the sofa that night I felt horrible. Ma made some changes after that and my younger brother and sister weren't allowed to associate with anything to do with business. After a second night on the sofa Pop gave in and made sure to shield them the best he could.

Looking down at her in only a bra and skimpy panties puts my dreams to shame. She looks so much better than I ever pictured in my head. Her tits are more than a handful and the soft curves of her body had my mouth begging for a turn to touch it. My dick hasn't gone down since early this morning and only releasing in her is going to satisfy his need. I don't think she completely understands what is about to happen when she finally lets me have her in every way. I'd never been a possessive person in my life but when it comes to her, I'm all types of psycho. I grew up trained to kill and I wouldn't hesitate to murder some bastard who looked her way. The captain of the boat we rented today almost died when he looked at her in her bikini. My gun was packed away in the backpack I had with me.

"Babe, once my dick claims this perfect body, I'm not giving it back."

Her muscles tense and I curse my mouth for not shutting the fuck up.

"You're not going to cut me into little pieces or wear me as a coat, are you?" Her voice suddenly sounds hesitant for the first time since we made contact yesterday at the restaurant. She's nervous. She should be for the intensity I get when I'm around her.

Before I can reassure her that no harm will ever come to her while under my watch, someone knocks on the door to my room.

"Room service!" We hear a guy's voice from the other side of the wooden door.

"Shit," I had forgotten I'd ordered for us before I got a call from Carson at the business.

Looking down at our naked bodies, my dick is really hating me right at this moment.

"Head to the bathroom and wait until I come get you." I demand not meaning for it to come out a little harsh. But the thought of some other man seeing her in this state makes me want to break the guy's neck. "Please." I add quickly to soften the heat that is vibrating off me.

Anastasia frowns slightly then twirls around heading towards the door that leads to the bathroom but not before I give her juicy ass a good swat. She yelps in surprise but lets out a giggle that makes me want to forget about the knocker that has our dinner waiting.

Bending down, I swipe the towel I used earlier from the shower and tie a knot around my waist.

"Put it over there." I point over to the couch as the young kid rolls in the food cart. Grabbing my wallet on the desk, I fish out a few bills and hand it over to the kid before practically slamming the door on him, could he have any worse timing. Just to make sure we aren't interrupted again, I swing the door back open and hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the handle as the poor kid waits by the elevator, then slam the door again for good measure.

After doing several deep breaths and getting my temper back under control at almost beating a kid for interrupting the most important moment of my life, I lightly knock and open the bathroom door at the same time. I chuckle as I watch Anastasia riffling through my bathroom travel bag. She seems so into to her mission that she doesn't even hear me or notice that I'm leaning against the doorframe.

Damn, she adorable.

After letting her spray my cologne, I can't take it any longer and clear my throat.

"Find what you're looking for?" I joke hoping to put her at ease but let her know that she is so busted. "I hide the good stuff under the bed."

She really must not be aware of her surrounding because she jumps and drops my toothbrush almost in the toilet when her hands whip up in the air. It's a good thing I keep my gun in the nightstand or she might've shot the ceiling. Which reminds me to put my gun somewhere she won't find it. I can only imagine the reaction she'd have if she found it and I'm not ready to answers those questions yet. To her I'm just an owner of a life insurance business, but little does she know what I really make my money in.

"I…," I can see the wheels turning in her head trying to come up with an excuse for going through my stuff but she's at a loss for words. "Just checking the name of the spray that makes you smell so good."

The words travel straight to my dick and once again I'm harder than cement under my towel.

"Is that all?" I raise an eyebrow then bend down to retrieve my toothbrush off the floor.

"Mmhmm." She hums but doesn't elaborate. "You ordered food already?" She changes the subject and tries to walk past but my arms reach around her waist pulling her back flush with my chest.

"Yes, and once we're done we'll pick up right where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted." I say before I nip at her ear making her breath hitch.

We walk back out to the living space and I place her on the sofa while I sort out the food. A thought pops in my head and I decide to hand feed her while seducing the last few articles of clothing off that delicious body of hers.

"I want to try something." I state. "Lie down on the pillow and close your eyes." I place a napkin across her eyes just in case she peeks.

She obliges and it rocks me to the core how easy she seems to trust me after only technically meeting the day before. We've known each other for years but she doesn't need to know that tidbit of information, if ever. I can't even imagine what she'd do if she knew I was the one who held her in that pantry all those years ago.

Taking the shellfish platter from the cart, I reach for the oysters first.

"Open your mouth and swallow once it hits your tongue, don't chew." I squeeze some lemon on it before lifting it to her plump lips.

Anastasia seems hesitant at first but when she feels the shell against her lips she opens immediately. I give her a few seconds then slip the slippery food into her open mouth. She does as she's told and swallows, no chewing.

"What'd you think?" I ask as I prepare the next one after I tip one back and swallow it whole. This is one of the best things about living near a coast, the fresh seafood available.

"Umm, it's different. I've never had much seafood before." She admits leaving her eyes shut.

How is it possible for this gem of a woman to live on a coast and not relish in the fresh and delicious seafood it has to offer?

"Want another?"

She nods but then clamps her hand over her mouth. Anastasia shoots up from her prostate position looking wildly around. It's as if I'm not right in front of her. She scrambles over me like I'm a hurtle on a school track and races over to the bathroom, leaving me to wonder what in the hell just happened.

The noise of someone heaving has my legs swiftly moving towards it. Anastasia must've been in too big of a hurry for the toilet because she left the door wide open. Did the oyster make her sick? Springing into action I grab a washcloth and douse it with cool water before walking over to her huddled around the stark white toilet.

"Is everything okay, baby? Did you not like the oyster?" I ask placing the wet cloth on her forehead then over the back of her neck.

As soon as Anastasia looks up to my face, I know that something is terribly wrong.

"Holy fucking shit!" I say but didn't mean for it to leave my mouth.

Anastasia's lips have almost tripled in size and her cheeks are all puffed out.

"My mouth is tingling, and my stomach hurts really bad." She whines and for good reason. The girl looks like a cosmetic procedure nightmare. And I can tell her tongue is swelling by the way her words started to slur as she was talking.

"We need to get you to a hospital, baby. Like right now!" I rush out.

Leaving her, I bolt out of the bathroom and jet over to my clothes grabbing for anything I can for us to throw on and getting the hell to a hospital or medical clinic. Carrying her out of the elevator a manager comes over to us as I called down for a car to take us to the hospital and told him what had happened. Luckily, he had an EpiPen on hand in their first aid supplies in his office and injected Anastasia in her thigh as her breathing started to become a wheeze.

Less than ten minutes later, a town car dropped us off at the hospital around the corner and they got her back in a room. She's got an IV flowing into her body along with an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose to help until the swelling goes down. They've mention that she could be in here for a few days depending on how her body reacts to the medication. Obviously, she has an allergy to shellfish.

"Sir," I hear from the doorway.

I look up from the bed and see a lady in business clothes nod over to the hall. Getting up and leaving Anastasia is the last thing I want to do.

"We are going to need to get some information for our records." She walks me over away from the room to a corner by the nurse's station.

To my disbelief, I almost punch the bitch in the face for asking not even an hour after being brought in. This is the last thing Anastasia needs to worry about right now. I hand over all the information I know and tell her to put everything on my credit card. I notice several doctors and medical staff walking in and out of the room but don't think too much of it, but once a man in a security uniform walks in I end my conversation and march back over to Anastasia's room to find out what the hell is going on.

The moment I'm in the room the tension in the small area is thick. There's a nurse, doctor and security standing around the bed asking Anastasia personal questions about our relationship and where her bruises came from. It does look bad if you didn't know how clumsy she is, but if you know her then you know she knocks into just about everything in her path. She's got bruises on her hips and upper legs along with her upper arms. It hits me like a ton of bricks in the chest. I've done a lot of bad things in my life and killed a lot of people but the thought of hurting my girl is adherent to me. It makes me almost lose all the content in my stomach at the thought.

Anastasia's shaking her head trying to speak but having a hard time since she's got the mask covering her mouth.

"This is a safe place, honey, you can tell us, we can help you." The nurse offers and a growl pushes out of my throat and my hands ball into fists.

The noise alerts the three of my presence as they turn their necks to me.

"I think it's best if you all get the fuck out and let her rest." I sneer walking past them to be at Anastasia's side. She reaches for my hand and I lace our finger together.

The doctor clears his throat, "We are just getting an assessment and letting Ms. Steele know that she'll be here for a few days or until she's able to pass several tests. She's obviously has an allergy to shellfish and will need to make sure to steer clear from here on out. It'd be in her best interest to carry an EpiPen on her person at all times."

"I'll make sure she has one available at all times." I grind my teeth trying not to trash the room before throwing them out the window.

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