Good.Fear keeps people in line.
She should be afraid of me, and I’m right to be wary of her. However, nothing—not even my better judgment—can stop me from looking over her perfect body.
In her black lace bra and matching panties, the fucking woman looks like she just stepped off the cover of Playboy Magazine.
I’d laid her on the sheetless bed just like that and left her there to sleep.
Sin is the only thing a man can think of when he looks at those curves and her generous tits showing off rosy, pink nipples pressing against the floral lace pattern of her bra.
That picture Aiden sent was nothing in comparison to the real-life Summer Reeves.
She’s even more striking in real life.
Long, luscious, velvet brown hair cascades down her shoulders, adorning her heart-shaped face. Thick black lashes frame champagne-colored eyes that look innocent and doe-like—almost too big for her pretty face. But that’s what makes her look striking. Her eyes were the first thing to captivate me.
They hold the fire of a fighter—a person who wants to survive because they want to live. She’s the opposite of me. The fire in my eyes is fueled with death. Hers is life.
She steels her spine and lifts her head like she just thought of something to help her situation. When she presses those pillowy lips together, it’s supposed to harden her face, but all I can think of is what they might feel like around my cock.
How did she know Robert?
Was she his girl?
I don’t know why, but the thought that she could be irks me. Maybe it’s because she’s my type, and from the look of her, she’s a girl I’d want for myself. She could easily distract me for hours.
“You tore off my dress.” She brings her hands together over her chest as if that will do anything to hide her.
“Sorry, Babydoll.”
“I don’t know what you want, but I can tell you now, you aren’t getting a damn thing from me.” She drops her hands and glares at me.
I give her credit for the balls she just showed in trying to defy me. Her words don’t surprise me, though. Any woman who thinks she can shoot me and believes she can actually hit me deserves credit for trying.
I walk up to her, and although she trembles, her intense glare never leaves mine.
“Watch it, Summer Reeves. You don’t want to make an enemy out of me.”
“You fucking asshole, I don’t care what I make out of you. You won’t get anything from me!” she cries.
“Maybe I need to give you a good spanking to tone you down. That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.”
“I will fucking claw your eyes out before you touch me.”
Fuck.She’s serious. I don’t know if she hasn’t quite yet realized how much trouble she’s in, or she does, and she’s trying to hang on to whatever sense of power and control she thinks she might have.
“I would love to see you try to claw my eyes out,” I chuckle, making her angrier.
Her feisty personality comes out in full force when I grab her arm, and she slaps my cheek so hard her nails dig into my skin. I can already feel she’s cut me, but I don’t care about that. All she’s managed to do is fascinate me more than I already was.
I must be a sick fucker, and just as fucked up as the next guy who likes a chase because I release her arm. I do it because I know exactly what she’ll do. So, when she runs, I allow her to, just for that chase.
She’s heading for the open door, probably thinking she’ll get through and escape me.
She won’t.
I just gave her a head start.
I smile and pursue her when she races through the door, catching up to her in seconds.