Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
But he didn’t move from the entrance of her door. The rain had started up, and the strands of his hair became soaked, water dripping down his face and saturating his clothes.
It became a powerful storm outside within seconds, and she moved aside to allow him in.
“How did you know where I live?” This situation was becoming even stranger, more heated, and having her even more aroused than she had ever been in her entire life.
“I followed you.”
“And my dad didn’t think that was weird at all?” she said in a
low voice, her hands shaking uncontrollably. He didn’t answer right away, but did take a step inside and shut the door behind him, sealing them inside. He took another step, closer to her, and her breath stalled.
“Your father trusts me, knows I would never hurt anyone he cared about.” The water continued to run down his temples, and his white shirt became soaked and transparent. “But he doesn’t know I followed you, obviously. I don’t think your dad would much like it, especially since I didn’t explain everything tonight.”
She looked at his chest that was revealed, at the tattoos under the material, and the way his hard muscles flexed and clenched, as if he were trying to hold off from just attacking her.
I want him to attack me, to just devour every part of me.
Danika had no idea where the thought or desire had come from, but it took control, was at the front seat, and she couldn’t stop it even if she wanted to. Her cell vibrated in her pocket, and she grabbed it and looked at the screen.
Dad: Honey, I know you can take care of yourself, and I know I can be pretty damn smothering, but I just want to make sure you’re okay.
She felt like a bitch right now for just leaving. She may only be ten minutes from where her father lived, but still, she didn’t have to freak out like that.
“I left shortly after you took off, knowing your dad wanted to be alone.” He took a step closer to her.
Before she could respond to Damien or text her father back, she got another text from her dad.
Dad: Just tell me you got home okay. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, and maybe we can discuss everything that happened.
Danika: I’m home and okay, and I’m sorry for running out like that. Let’s get together tomorrow and talk, okay?
She sent the text, knowing that although she was okay, she still wanted to be honest with her dad about what happened tonight at the party.
Before she even had her phone in her pocket again she felt the lightest touches from Damien. She lifted her head, startled that his
thumb was on her cheek, right beside her split lip. She could see the play of emotion on his expression, that anger that covered his hard, angular handsome face, and changed him from a gentle human to a savage shifter.
“You’ll tell me who did this to you, Danika,” he said in this low, rage seething voice that had a chill racing up her spine. The dominance and demand were clear in his voice, and she knew that she would tell him whatever he wanted.
It was this weird pull and tug she felt inside of her, a part of herself that wanted to submit to this man though she didn’t even know him.
She didn’t want to talk about it, but for some inexplicable reason she found herself telling him exactly what happened. With each passing second as she retold her story, spoke about the assault at the party, in the bathroom, and of Hayden saving her, she watched the rage morph Damien’s face.
He let go of her and took a step back. The anger coming from him was intense, so powerful she felt the hairs on her arms stand on end, and felt her heart pump her blood harder and faster through her veins.
“What’s his name, Danika?” Damien asked, and she was confused as to why she had this connection with him, and why she felt the need to tell him whatever he wanted. They didn’t know each other, and despite Damien being her father’s lifelong friend, this whole situation seemed awkward and misplaced.
But still she felt the need to answer him.
“I don’t know his name, but why do you care?”
He stopped pacing, looked at her, and before she knew what was happening he was pressed right up against her, his chest to hers, his hand on the back of her head, holding it there securely. “I wanted to tell you so damn badly about it all, Danika.”
She swallowed, not knowing what was going on, but also not wanting to move away from the hard, muscular, and hot confine of his body. She felt trapped, but in the best possible way. That should scare the shit out of her, but it didn’t.