Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Just my fucking luck that I hadn’t thought it a priority.
“Brinley!” I hollered again, voice the low sling of a command that she didn’t heed.
I couldn’t tell if she planned on scaling that fence or plowing right through it, but either way, I knew she was going to hurt herself trying to get beyond it.
Which was why I increased my speed.
Erasing the distance in three pounding steps before I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist.
No question, it was the only way to stop her.
The momentum sent us toppling to the forest floor.
A scream tore out of her.
Nah, it wasn’t out of pain.
It was an eruption of hate.
Spite and animosity injected with a high dose of terror as she thrashed below me.
Her chest to the ground as I laid across her.
“No!” she cried. “You can’t do this. I won’t let you.”
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growled in her ear.
She only shrieked in some kind of rabid venom as she continued to fight against me.
That perfect fucking ass hugged in those jeans I figured she must have picked to drive me out of my ever-lovin’ mind bucked against my cock as she battled to get free.
I gritted my teeth, refusing the burn that ignited at the feel of her, my own breaths shallow as I grappled to grip her by the wrists.
I finally got hold of them, and I pinned them on either side of her head.
Woman staked face down on the ground below me.
“You asshole!” she seethed.
All that autumn hair was bunched in my face, and her delicious skin was slicked in a sheen of sweat.
The scent coming off her made me lightheaded.
Almonds, apples, and cream.
Sweet fucking poison.
Delirium-inducing.
That’s what I had to be.
Delirious.
Way she had me so spun up I didn’t know if I wanted to punish her or please her.
My weight pinned her down, and I angled closer to her ear, words coming low and rough. “Yeah. And you’re a little sneak. Told you that you weren’t doing anything but looking for trouble.”
Brinley gasped and spluttered like I was the one who wasn’t respecting the boundaries.
And one thing I demanded around here was respect.
I pressed her fists harder to the ground, letting the words slice through the disorder. “Told you what I expected of you. That while you’re here, you follow my rules. Told you that you weren’t to leave this property without my knowledge and an escort.”
I dipped in even closer, the warning cleaving like a blade. “Running included.”
The woman was a rage. So fucking hot it was a wonder I didn’t light up in flames.
“Fuck you, King.” She spat it as she thrashed.
A clear disparage to my position in the club.
I pressed myself harder against her.
I was inundated by an onslaught of lust.
I wondered if she felt it.
If she could sense it because a frenzy suddenly took her over, and she wheezed, “Let me go.”
It was there again.
The same terror that had riddled her when I’d had hold of her last night.
Hidden below the fury that incinerated the air.
It stirred my own rage. The kind that made me want to go on a rampage and find the exact culprit of the feral potency she possessed.
“You gonna run?”
“No.”
The second she said it, I surged back onto my knees, releasing her.
In that same second, she was on her feet and hurtling toward the fence.
Motherfucker.
Here we went again.
I jumped to mine, catching up to her the second those little hands were fisting in the metal to propel herself up.
I grabbed her and yanked her down.
In a flash, I had her spun around, and I took her hands and pinned them to the fence above her head.
Heat blistered in the space between us.
A fine line between loathing and desire.
Autumn eyes flashed. Sparking gold flames.
“Wildfire,” I gritted through clenched teeth. “You want to play with me? Test me?”
Brinley lifted that chin.
Fuck, she was stunning.
Every gorgeous angle of her face carved in fiery desperation.
“I won’t let you do this. I won’t.”
“And what exactly is it you think I’m going to do?”
My stomach soured when I asked it. Wishing I could sift around in her pretty little brain and discover what she was thinking and exactly what she’d overheard.
What would she think if she uncovered what her cum stain brother had her in?
Doubted she’d go running the way she was trying to do if she had even a dash of the details.
Her throat rolled and her chest heaved as something that looked a whole lot like vulnerability rushed up to the surface before that rage was swallowing it again.
I was fully aware that I was asking for all kinds of trouble of my own, but when she didn’t say anything, there was nothing I could do but lean in closer.
It was on the bare flecks remaining of my conscience to make her understand.