Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
She’s a woman who prides herself on always being a step ahead. Always knowing when the noose is tightening.
But lately, she’s been slipping.
Big mistake, solnyshka.
She barely has time to inhale before her back hits the brick wall, the impact sharp. I pin her there, my forearm braced against her collarbone, my body caging hers in. I have to hold myself back because of how easily I could hurt her.
It’s not time yet.
Her gasp is soft, startled—but it doesn’t last.
No.
My girl’s a fighter.
I feel the moment the shock wears off, when instinct takes over, and she lashes out. Long red fingernails rake across my forearm, sharp enough to draw blood.
A knee jerks up, aiming between my legs, but I twist just in time, deflecting. My dick’s instantly hard when I imagine her pinned under me, fighting, clawing, biting.
Christ.
Her teeth flash, incisors sharp and bared at me.
She swings at my face next.
Beautiful.
Just what I like.
She’s like a captured little bird, fluttering her wings. I’d be disappointed if she didn’t fight back.
I catch her wrist midair and twist. Not enough to break, just enough to remind her she’s not getting away.
I don’t want to break her bones.
No.
It won’t be that type of punishment. Not for my girl.
She’s breathing hard, her chest heaving against mine, and I feel it—the feral spark between us.
She’s terrified. Furious. But goddamn, she likes a fight. Just like me. I wonder if she’ll fight when I take her bare, when I empty myself inside her and fill her, when I give her no choice but to carry my child.
“So vicious,” I murmur, dragging a knuckle down the line of her jaw.
She stares at me, her eyes flashing with fury, but I don’t miss the way her body responds.
“You’re quite the little masochist, aren’t you?”
I’ve been waiting for this, solnyshka.
Waiting to see if she’d run, beg for mercy, or bare her teeth. I’m so proud.
“Good girl.”
She spits in my face. “Go to fucking hell.”
I laugh, low and dark, swiping my face clean.
“Beautiful, don’t you know that’s where I came from? I’m here to take you back with me.”
She thrashes, trying to shove me off, but it’s useless.
I tighten my grip with one hand and let her feel the weight of my control. I want her to know that what’s coming is inevitable.
I want her afraid.
I see the moment it sinks in—when the cold realization dawns in her sharp blue eyes.
She isn’t getting away.
And no one is coming to stop me.
“You’re a fucking predator,” she spits. “Are you going to rape me? Is that the plan? Then why didn’t you just come into my apartment? Why play all the fucking games? It was you, wasn’t it?”
“What fucking games? What did I do?”
I want to know. If anyone else got close to her or stepped foot in her apartment, I’d have to hunt them down and make them pay. Anissa belongs to me.
“Moved my things. Made breathing noises. Painted mine like a fucking psycho on my wall, then got rid of it before I could prove anything.”
Good. Yeah, that was all me.
“Why the games?” she snarls. Some women are beautiful when they’re angry. She’s a fucking goddess. “Why didn’t you just barge in and take what you want? Hmm? You like stolen pussy?”
I lean in close, my mouth at her ear. “That’s not how I play, beautiful. Make no mistake—I will fuck you. But not until you beg me.”
“So you’re the one who’s fucking psycho instead of me,” she seethes.
I run my tongue along the curve of her jawline. My dick aches. I feel half vampire, ready to suck her blood.
“Maybe, sweetheart, we’re a matched pair.”
She screams and tries to knee me, but I deflect easily. I love the way she fights me. Hmm. That won’t do.
So I shift my grip, grabbing her hair. It feels so fucking good. The number of times I’ve jerked off imagining her silky hair fisted in my palm, the look of pain on her face and parted lips…
I yank her head back. The impact against the wall makes her wince, but I force her to meet my gaze.
“I’ve been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to slip. And now?” I lean in, letting my lips ghost over her ear. “I have what’s mine.”
She growls, and I feel her coiling up for one last strike. My god, she’s feral.
I lick my lips.
I have to end it too soon.
I hold her against the wall with one arm.
“When I tell the McCarthys—” she starts.
“They’re not coming to save you,” I whisper in her ear. “They don’t have any use for you anymore. Why do you think I waited until they were done with you? I’ve taken away every single block between you and me.”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, momentarily taken off guard.
“Who are you?”
I give her a patronizing slap to the ass. I relish the sting of pain in my palm and imagine how much better it will be when she’s naked, over my knee. “You know who I am,” I whisper. “You know exactly why I’m here. You’re a smart girl, aren’t you? Sadly, playtime’s over. For now.”