Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
“My condolences. But I must warn you, if you insist on stubbornly holding onto this property, we will throw the full weight of our substantial and, frankly, terrifying legal team at you.”
“Are we done?”
Roger half-turns.
Go back to your fucking car.
But then he turns back.
Dammit.
“No, we’re not,” he snaps. “You silly girl. Why can’t you be reasonable …”
I don’t hear what he says next. I’m stomping through my house. A voice in me roars to stop. But there’s a louder voice. Fiercer.
Protect her at all costs.
I pull the front door open so hard the hinges whine.
They face me in shock. Wide-eyed and beautiful, Rose bites her lip, probably wondering who the stranger emerging from the seemingly abandoned house is.
It’s rundown and broken on the outside. Modern and comfortable on the inside.
I walk quickly across the yard. My shadow falls across Roger, engulfs him. He swallows as he cranes his neck to look up at me. As he takes in my height and my width and the Bratva tattoos covering my arms and hands.
“You’re done here,” I growl.
“I—I …”
My hand twitches. The fact he hasn’t immediately turned and fled is a big mistake on his part.
“Last chance,” I grunt.
He opens his mouth. Closes it. Then finally sees sense and flees to his car. I walk into the road and stare at him as he drives away.
It’s broad daylight and I’m on the run. The neighbors could see me. Maybe even record the confrontation like people do these days. And worse, post it online.
I’m risking everything. But it’s worth it.
Nobody threatens Rose.
End of story.
When he’s gone, I turn to find her watching me. Her chest rises and falls in panic. Her big beautiful tits heaving. Her little mouth twisted in anxiety. Her hands wrapped across her middle, her fingers clutching her side, sinking into her voluptuousness. Head askew, eyebrows unknitted, but raised.
My savage need to fight transforms into something else. Lust punches through me again. Hot fire aches up and down my length as her fingers sink into her fleshy form.
It should be my hands gripping her like that.
Turning away from her is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
I walk quickly toward my house.
But then her voice stops me, high-pitched, mesmerising.
“Wait.”
I turn towards her.
Already, she has power over me. I can’t deny her.
2
ROSE
The stranger is at least six and a half feet tall. A tower of a man wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt that shows off his muscular form, ink covering almost every exposed part of him. Layers of tattoos over his marbled hugeness.
He stops a few feet from me, his dark eyes scanning me up and down. Something in the simple movement makes my lips ache, wetness swelling inside me. I almost press my legs together to hide it, but that would just make it more obvious. I’m aching just looking at him.
No, that’s not true.
He saved me.
It takes me a frantic moment to remember I’m not the kind of girl who needs saving. Never have been.
Still, I’ve never been rude either.
“Thanks,” I say. “You didn’t have to do that—but thanks.”
He clenches his jaw. Adjusts his jeans. My gaze automatically follows the motion. I’m almost certain there’s a swell in his pants. Matching the heat throbbing within me. My nipples are suddenly ultra-sensitive against my bra.
I wonder if the rest of him is covered in tattoos. If his muscular belly is as inked and chaotic as the rest of him.
“No problem,” he says, his voice a low growl.
“I didn’t know anybody lived next door.”
I gesture at the rundown house. The exterior falling apart. The yard overgrown.
“Perfect place for a … man like me.”
“Oh yeah? And what sort of man is that?”
A long pause.
My mind fills in the blanks. He’s the sort of man who could tear at my shirt with those inked hands. Grab my bra in his teeth and pull it free, reveal my breasts and look at them like he’s looking at me now. Like nothing else exists or matters.
Then he’d suck my nipples until they tingled and ached and my sex couldn’t take it anymore. He’d drive his powerful hand against me and—
Stop. Stop it now.
“Are you an eccentric billionaire or something?” I joke.
His lip twitches slightly. His smiles come with a price. And I feel like doing a little victory dance when I earn one. “What makes you say that, Rose?”
“Your curtain is open. The inside looks pretty fancy to me.”
He turns as if to confirm. Faces me with another twitching smirk. “You’re observant.”
“You don’t need to sound so surprised …”
“Is that pause for me to give you my name?”
I laugh. Half nerves and half something else. I’ve never gotten this wet so fast. It’s so inappropriate. We’re not even doing anything sexual. But my body aches like it was made for him. An insane thought. Doesn’t stop the aching though.