Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Mine!” he snarls, his voice inhuman.
My heart swells. It’s more than enough for me. He doesn’t have to say the same words back to me. I can feel the depth of his affection for me in the rough thrusts of his cock and the bruising bite of his hands on my arms. He pins me beneath him and ravages me, fucking me in a frenzy.
I meet each of his harsh thrusts, showing him how much I want him, how I accept everything that he is. And how I willingly give all of myself in return.
We reach our peak together, our ecstatic shouts a violent crescendo to our vicious lovemaking.
He stays inside me even as he softens, and I keep him locked there with my legs around his waist.
Dane is mine, and I won’t let him go.
30
DANE
Stalking my prey is almost too easy. Ron doesn’t seem like a man with something to hide. He doesn’t seem bothered at all by the fact that he tried to rape a woman just a few hours ago.
My blood simmers in my veins, already heating in anticipation of the violent retribution that’s to come.
Abigail is safely in my home across town. I took her to our personal sanctuary after our intense sex at her place.
After she told me she loves me.
Something thuds at the center of my chest, an aching beat.
I choose to ignore the disconcerting sensation.
I’m not capable of love. She’s introduced me to emotions I never thought I’d experience, but the depth of that feeling is impossible for someone like me.
Love is meant to be selfless, and that’s something I will never be.
I’m a selfish bastard, and I’ll covet Abigail’s love for me, even if I can’t return it in the same way. I’ll cherish her and care for her. She will want for nothing.
That will have to be enough.
My job now is to ensure her safety. Ron will never touch her again.
I blink back the red haze that clouds the edges of my vision and find the cold, merciless truth at the core of who I am. Now isn’t the time to indulge in rage. I need to be thoroughly in control.
The aged wood creaks beneath my boots as I stroll down the dock toward my prey. He turns at the sound, and his eyes narrow in a squint against the setting sun behind me.
As I draw closer, he blinks, and recognition dawns on his round face.
He drops his fishing rod and squares up to me in a pathetic attempt to make his weaker body seem intimidating.
I fix him with my most charming smile.
He draws back slightly, thrown off by my affable demeanor.
“What’re you doing here?” he demands. “This is private property.”
“Yes,” I acknowledge. “I saw the signs. But it’s not your property, is it?”
He scowls at me. “None of your business.”
I shake my head at him, still smiling. “You snuck in. No one knows you’re here.”
The marsh is eerily silent around us, as though even the gulls have fled in the face of the threat I pose. I’m the most dangerous predator out here, and Ron finally seems to understand.
He swallows hard, but he manages a contemptuous sneer. “What’d you do, follow me? If you’re here because of your girlfriend, don’t bother. I don’t want that frigid bitch.”
Fury swells my muscles, but I manage to maintain my composure.
“I warned you not to speak about her like that,” I remind him coolly.
He rubs his jaw absently, as though it already aches from the impact of my fist.
“No,” he retorts. “You told me not to say it around her.” He spreads his arms wide, gesturing at the empty marsh. “She’s not here.”
“She’s not,” I agree. “There’s no one here but you and me.” I unbutton my shirt cuffs and casually roll up my sleeves. “She wouldn’t like to see what I’m planning to do to you. But she’ll never have to know. You’ll never bother her again.”
He takes a step back, then teeters at the edge of the dock. He throws himself forward to stop from crashing into the saltwater creek. He falls straight into my brutal punch.
His head snaps back, and he drops onto the aged wood. I pin him while he’s stunned, pummeling his face until the lips that dared to kiss my Abigail are a bloody mess against his broken teeth. Warmth sprays my cheek, and my knuckles split at the force of my relentless blows.
I don’t fight the red haze any longer. I sink into it, allowing it to suffuse my senses. I revel in the rush of vicious power that I’ve only known since meeting Abigail.
When he stops moving, I grab his curly hair and drag him down the dock. He releases a garbled shout through his broken jaw as thick splinters pierce his cheek.
Ron’s boat shoes scrabble at the gravel as I pull him onto the rough driveway, as though he can run from the inevitable.