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“Well.” I peel off his fingers with my other hand, but it’s no use since his grip is like steel. “For starters, I’m not yours anymore.”
He growls, just as the corner of his lip curls in a snarl. He leans down to my height, close enough for our noses to touch. “On. The. Fucking. Bike.” His other hand is on the back of my neck, squeezing. “Now.” He shoves me away.
I turn to face V. “I’m so sorry.”
She offers a small smile of sympathy, but her eyes have new worry lines indented around the edges when she goes back to Brantley. “Please don’t take her away yet.”
“You fucked up.” He grabs me by the hand and begins dragging me toward his bike. “And you’re really fucking lucky I don’t peel the skin off that piece of shit she touched.”
“Ever the romantic, Brantley.”
“You would know…” he snaps, shoving the helmet into my chest.
“How would she know?” I ask, though I wish I’d said it louder, maybe with some bite. How can he threaten the life of some i
“Do tell her…” Veronica says from the side of me.
Brantley turns over his shoulder, flipping her off before swinging his leg over the bike. I see the back seat where I’m supposed to sit. Even the pegs where my feet go. But I don’t want to leave.
“Brantley…”
He turns around, his eyes hooded and his jaw tight. I shouldn’t be testing him right now. “You really want to do this right here?” His fingers find mine and he yanks me into his leg. His fingers are around my chin as he tilts my head down to him. “Never pegged you as the jealous type, Dea.” A crooked smirk is on his mouth.
I pull away from him defiantly. “You wanted me here, but since I touched someone, you now want to take me away?”
“No—” He turns partially to face me. “I was coming here to take you home anyway” —his traitorous eyes fall on Veronica— “because everything is sorted with The Gentlemen.”
My mouth closes, but goose bumps break out over my skin. How can everything be resolved with The Gentlemen so quickly?
“Then when I found you with your hand on his chest, yeah, I almost went ripper. But I didn’t. You should be thankful. That’s progress for me.”
I cross my arms. Heat radiates from the side of my face, as if someone is watching our exchange. My eyes flick to the side where The Hunt began. Darkness through the trees, so thick I can’t imagine how they would be able to see.
“Saint, honey, you might want to take the monster home before the rest of the crew gets back.”
I hook my leg over the bike, wrapping my arms around his torso. “But we’re staying here. We can leave tomorrow.”
He revs the bike loudly before we zip forward onto the man-made pathway.
We pull into the long driveway, where I see Brantley’s Bugatti parked on the curb outside the front steps. He turns off the bike and helps me off the back while I pull off the helmet.
“Saint…” he says, but it’s too late.
I’m walking to the front door, not interested in continuing any conversation with him. For the first time ever, I don’t know what I’m feeling. Jealousy? Anger? Betrayal? Do all of them somewhat feel the same?
I’m still climbing the oversized steps when his hand comes to my arm, spi
“I don’t have one.” I wince, unable to look him in the eye. “I don’t have a problem.”
With his fingers beneath my chin, he tilts my head up to his. “Have you forgotten that I can read you like an open book?”
“How! How do you do that? And more so, can you stop?”
His grip on my arm tightens. “Because every fucking chapter you have is written for me.” His fingers spread from my chin and onto my cheeks. He clenches gently while tugging me closer to him. “And I ain’t stopping.”
I pause, my eyelashes fa
He licks his bottom lip and nudges his head to the side. “I’d rather do this in the morning. I’m fucking tired.”
We make our way upstairs and into my bedroom. He closes the door and heads into the bathroom while I slip out of my dress and into the shirt he dumped onto the floor when he removed it. I wipe off my makeup and brush my hair as he moves to one side of my bed, ru
“How did you take care of The Gentlemen so easily?” I place my brush on the dresser and make my way to my side of the bed. I slip beneath the sheets and watch as every muscle in his back tenses and moves.
He exhales. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
I yawn loudly, shuffling deeper into the sheets. My soul feels as though it’s wrapped in a gentle peace I haven’t felt in a long while. “Why was I in so much danger?”
The mattress sinks as he shuffles on top of the covers. “Because I was their main enemy. His son and I had a beef so fucking thick you couldn’t cut through it.”
I turn over to face him, though the lights are out and I can’t see. “I don’t understand why there was such a panic to get me to safety.”
My heart skips a beat when I feel the cushion of his thumb against my bottom lip.
“Because they’re smart.” He pauses and my stomach rolls. “Way fucking smarter than I am.”
My breathing halts as my blood turns to lava.
“You done being jealous?”
The sensual way the words leave his mouth has a direct line to my core. All this time I have been here, I’ve felt a void inside my chest. I thought that void was from betrayal, but I was wrong. That emptiness was from not having Brantley here with me. Close. Not knowing where he was or what he had done, or why he had done it.
“I am,” I whisper, and right as my lips part, his thumb dips inside my mouth.
“Come here.”
“I—”
He flicks the blanket off my body, grabs me by the hips and rolls me on top of him.
I press on his chest to keep myself upright as his hands glide up beneath his shirt. I lean down until my nose touches his. “I missed you.”
Silence. Nothing but silence. I push off him to sit back up, but he leans forward and catches my mouth with his. My tongue slips between his lips greedily as he directs me over and down his girth. Every stroke has my heart rate pulsing until sweat beads at my temples. He pulls out slowly, sucking my tongue farther into his mouth as I guide my hips down over his thick length. He hooks his thumbs into my panties and tears them off, flicking them to the other side of the room.
“I’m angry,” he growls, biting on my jaw.
“Well, same,” I say, guiding my hips over him as I slide down his length.
He hisses, and the sound is so animalistic I almost pass out. “Fuck.”
I place my hand on the front of his throat as I ride him slowly, allowing him to slide out just enough before slamming back down onto him so hard his balls hit my ass. He squeezes my hip bones, directing me over him faster. I have control for all of five seconds before he flips me onto my back and drives into me. He leans down and flicks his tongue over my collarbone. I moan softly as he leaves a trail of pain down the edge, the tip of his canines biting into my flesh. My back arches off the bed, my core convulsing as he grinds into me with forceful strokes.
“Don’t ever touch another man again, Saint.” He squeezes my wrist with his hand, forcing it above my head. He shoves it farther into the mattress. “Answer me.”
My eyes flutter closed. “I won’t.” He slips out of me and I groan in frustration, until he trails bite marks down my sternum, past my belly, and across my i