Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Yeah, yeah.”
She doesn’t want to hear about Ryan. I can tell, and I can’t blame her. She’d rather pretend Ryan doesn’t exist because then we don’t have to think about what we did. Her soaked pussy creaming for me, her body telling me she’s ready.
No Kai, focus. Randall, you fuck, you monster. Did you try to hurt my woman? I’ll break your nose ten goddamn times for even thinking about it. If you ever touched her—a single hair or moment of contact—I’d fill your skull with lead. I’d bury you. Nobody would ever find you. She’s my girl, my Kay, the future mother to my children.
“Kai, are you good?”
I’ve stopped, chest heaving. My hold on her arm is tighter than it should be. Somebody wanted to take my woman and hurt her. I can hardly breathe. I’m also scanning the crowd, looking for him, ready to charge and dismantle. Ready to kill.
“You don’t go anywhere without telling me first,” I snap. “I don’t care if I have to kidnap you to keep you safe.”
“Why? Are we in danger?”
I should tell her the truth, but that would mean, ha, goddamn, what a joke reality is. That would mean betraying Ryan, but I’ve already done that.
“You can never be too careful.”
I guide her through the crowd, my shoulders wide, almost praying for Randall to reappear and make some move.
I squeeze my hand on her arm as we walk through the crowd, searching for any sign of danger. My senses aren’t just alert for Randall but for anybody who would make a move on my woman. The idea of somebody hurting her has me in full war mode. If Randall appeared now… Screw the law. Screw the blowback on the club that would happen if a Titan got in trouble away from home. Screw it all. I’d hammer his face until it’s a bloody, bony mess.
“Kai,” my woman says from beside me. “You’re hurting my arm.”
With an effort, I release my hold just a little, just enough so she can tell I’m not trying to hurt her. It’s the last thing I ever want to do. We pause on a busy street corner. My height allows me to look back and forth, scanning everybody, waiting, almost praying for somebody to try something.
“It’s okay,” she says, smoothing her hand up my arm and touching my shoulder.
I turn and look down at my Kay. It’s so tempting to kiss her right here, to take things further like I did before, but I can’t let myself go there again. Her eyes are still red from crying, and I used her perfect curvy body twice. I fucked her sweet tits. I…
No, stop it. Jesus. I try to summon Ryan’s voice. “You made a mistake. Bury it. Move on, bro.”
“It’s not okay,” I say after a pause. “I’m supposed to protect you.”
“Why?” She licks her lips, looking so captivating I almost snap again. “Because Ryan told you to?”
“Partly,” I grunt.
“What’s the other part, then?”
“Because…” The second I saw you, I knew you were special. When I came home, I never expected the shy, dorky girl to have turned into the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Because you belong to me, that’s why. “It’s the right thing to do.”
She sighs, letting her head drop. It’s like she wanted me to say much more and reveal all this intense possession inside me. Maybe she can see it on some level. It’s just that when I look at her, I think I can see glimpses of intense hunger—the same need growling in me like a bike with a bad attitude.
Taking her hand, I keep walking. “You’re scaring people,” she says after a minute or two.
“Yeah?” I grunt. “How’s that?”
“The way you walk and the look in your eyes. People scurry out of your way. It’s like you’re spoiling for a fight.”
“Maybe I am,” I growl. “Maybe I’m pissed.”
“Because I left without telling you?”
“Maybe,” I snap.
“Because you’re the boss of me?”
I glance at her. She’s got a sassy arch to her eyebrows, a challenge in her expression. I wonder if she knows how badly the word boss makes me want to repeat the steaminess. She’s right. I am her boss. I own her. She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Hell, I was meant to be cold and in control. This is getting harder every goddamn second.
“What if I said I was?” I snap.
She keeps her feet planted and folds her arms, so sassy it’s like she wants me to touch her again. It’s as if she knows how insane she makes me. I’m like a bike with a broken throttle, stuttering and jolting around as I try to hold myself back. But when I finally let go, I’m aching just looking at her.
“I don’t care if I’m scaring anyone,” I growl, taking her arm.