Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Saxon’s lips twist into a devilish smile. “Good. Because tonight, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
His words send a thrill through me like I’ve been struck by a bolt of electricity. His tone is so strong, dominant and possessive, claiming me with nothing but a word and a look.
He may be smirking, but I can tell he’s serious, and he has my pulse racing. Despite the tingling between my legs and the warmth in my chest, a tiny voice in the back of my mind won’t stop telling me that I should be scared.
This man is dangerous.
And he comes with baggage.
“To be honest,” he says, “I wasn’t sure I should come here today.”
His words hit me like a bat to the stomach. I’m offended and can’t stop myself from blurting out, “What? Why? Because of Roxy?”
Saxon shakes his head and sighs. I can’t tell if it’s because he’s annoyed with me or because I just exposed him. “No, baby girl. Not because of Roxy.”
“Why then?”
“Because of who I am, Tammy.” His eyes home in on me like lasers. I can practically feel the pressure around us rising. My heart beats steadily and heavily in my ears like a drum. “I’m an outlaw. A Heartless Bastard. I lead a biker gang and live my life by my own rules. And to be honest, I worry about bringing an innocent little girl like you into that life.”
I feel like I’m being crushed by his words. I force myself to look away, checking on the progress Rick’s made through his beer, hoping he’ll need me to get him a new one soon. Despite how badly I wish I could, I just can’t handle Saxon’s intensity.
“Am I boring you?” he asks, leaning in, forcing me to look at him. I can feel his breath against my skin, smell the scent of his leather jacket.
“I’m just trying to do my job,” I reply, doing my best to sound casual, like I’m not being quickly overpowered by the intensity of the moment.
“I know what you’re doing, baby girl,” he replies, his voice firm and oozing with confidence. “You’re trying to hide from me.”
My pulse heavy, I swing my eyes back to his and face him, almost defiantly. I have to prove to him I can handle him. Prove it to myself.
“I’m not hiding,” I manage to say through pursed lips. Of course my voice quivers right at the end, betraying my nerves.
Why does he have to be so fricking gorgeous?
He’s just an absolute flawless blend of masculine beauty and raw male strength. The waves of his dark hair hang just right, framing his faultless face and model-esque cheekbones. If he wasn’t busy being a tough guy on a motorcycle, he could be in Milan strutting his stuff on the catwalk.
He slowly takes my hand in his, and just like before, that same spark shoots through my body, nearly causing me to gasp out loud. Somehow, I manage to keep it together.
“Don’t worry about Roxy.” His tone becomes suddenly very serious. “I may be a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. Not like other guys you may have known.”
“Other guys,” I laugh softly, raising my eyebrows. “Yeah, haven’t known many of them.”
His grip on my hand tightens. His eyes are filled with raw intensity, burning with something deep, like a need to prove himself to me. “I would never hurt you, Tammy. You belong to me now. All I want is to keep you safe.”
I draw in a deep breath, trying to calm myself., but I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack. There’s something in the way he’s speaking to me now–something so possessive that it might feel wrong to some girls. But to me, it just feels so right. And yeah, maybe it’s because I have daddy issues. But so what? Can a girl live, for Christ’s sake?
“Saxon–” I start to say, but he cuts me off.
“This isn’t a discussion, Tammy,” he says firmly, his voice like warm gravel. “I’m telling you. You belong to me now.”
My heart is absolutely pounding in my chest as I swallow hard. My brain is telling me to argue. Tell him he doesn’t get to tell me what to do, or who I do or don’t belong to–that I’m a strong, independent woman and not just some girl he can claim because he says so. But the rest of me is thrilled, like something deep and dark has just come alive inside me. Something that is in love with the idea of being owned by him.
Another dangerous man…
I should turn around and run. But I can’t.
“Saxon…” I murmur, my voice quivering. “I’m not like the women you’re used to…like Roxy, for example.”
He leans even closer. His rough calluses feel so sexy against the back of my hand. “Good,” he replies firmly. “That’s what makes you so damn irresistible.”