Page 65 of Ferocious Nightmare

Suddenly, the vibrator came to life.

It was only a brief second. A flash.

A motion that woke me out of my stupor.

Coulter. He was watching.

I came back to life, forcing a laugh. “Coulter already took my ass.” Shoving him backwards, I swiveled to stare him in the eyes, my lips twisting in a sneer. “Must be a father-son thing.”

He scowled. “I’m sure Coulter has come nowhere close to doing what I plan on doing to you.” Grinning, he twisted a strand of my hair around his finger, then yanked. “And you've promised me so much more. How do I know you're not lying?”

"And how do I know that you really have the money you claim?" I tore his finger away, not flinching as the act took some of my hair with it. I snapped his finger backwards, trying to break it, and raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully worried about this tax auditor."

He jerked his finger from my grasp, growling as he pressed his body against mine. “You think you’ll push me away by hurting me, but it only turns me on more.”

“I know.” I smiled. “It’s called foreplay.”

His eyes met mine, heat simmering in them. He leaned closer, his gaze narrowing in on my lips. I was determined that he wouldn’t even get a kiss from me, unless it was over my cold, dead body.

And so, I slapped him.

He stilled in shock, and I took advantage, slipping out from his grasp. “You want more of that, you’d better get me a fucking yacht.”

“You’ll get your yacht,” Grabbing my wrist, he yanked me back towards the wall. He stepped into me, pressing his hips against mine, his fingers fumbling with my dress. “But I need a little taste first.”

Heart racing, I reached for the knife in my pocket, ready to stab his fucking eye out, when the door to the office slammed open.

And in strode Coulter, a mocking grin on his face.

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“Am I interrupting something?”His voice was taunting as he stared us down but I could see the rage in his eyes.

In the way he held himself. He was holding back from attacking Nero.

I met his gaze, feeling the connection pulsing between us. It was only a split second, but there was a silent exchange between us.

We were in this together.

Relief flooded me, knowing he had my back, even though we hadn't seen each other in days.

"We have a problem." Coulter focused on Nero, who didn’t move away from me.

"What?" Nero’s jaw flexed in annoyance.

Coulter hesitated, looking at me. "Women are only meant to be seen, not—”

"Just fucking tell me already," Nero snapped.

"The Mendozas. They've been spotted heading towards the Whitney warehouse.”

"Shit." Fingers still gripped around my wrist, Nero drug me to the glass elevator like a naughty child. "LaShana!"

The secretary with the bright smile I’d seen earlier came racing into his office, a coffee and an iPad in her hands.

"Yes, sir?" She tried giving him the coffee. “I’ve got your—”

He threw his hand out, knocking it to the ground. She didn’t blink an eye. “When will the auditor be here?”

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