Page 67 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

I lift the sledgehammer off the floor and swing it with ease. The thud against his thigh has my blood pumping, and the sound of his femur cracking causes adrenaline to swell inside me.

Each moment they shared that was stolen from me.

The sledgehammer cracks against his kneecap, one after the other, as Carlos’s face haunts me.

His screams play out like background noise to my internal hysteria.

The way she smiled toward him, when her smiles were once reserved purely for me.

How he slipped inside my girl, feeling her body raw against his.

Pulling back from the bloody scumbag, I swipe the sweat from my forehead, then draw my arms back, raise the sledgehammer one final time, and deliver a solid crack against his skull.

“Nobody takes what’s mine.”

LAYA

“I don’t care who the fuck they are. They should have been dealt with before now.” Owen’s firm voice filters through the foyer as I finish washing the dishes from dinner. Romeo is soundly asleep in his bouncer, so I pick up the baby monitor and head toward his office.

The door is open, but I knock anyway.

“Come in, baby.”

I step into the office, and like a magnet, his gaze pulls mine to his. Slowly, he licks his lips as his eyes roam over my body, causing heat to infiltrate my bloodstream and wetness to pool in my panties.

He spins his chair to face me, then widens his legs. “Kneel.” His deep, gravelly voice sends a tremor of anticipation rushing through me.

Without a second thought, I lower myself to the floor, my eyes never leaving his.

“Lose the T-shirt.”

My hands move quickly to comply, pulling his T-shirt over my head, and I revel in the way his eyes devour me like a starved man craving his next meal.

“The bra. Lose the bra, baby,” he chokes out. His tongue darts over his bottom lip, and he adjusts his cock in his pants as he watches me unclip my bra and drop it to the floor. Beads of milk adorn the peaks of my nipples, and I know it will drive him wild with fervor to taste me.

The air fills with a commanding haze of tension as we stare at one another, like an electrical current threatening to combust at any second. When the milk slips down my nipple, hunger flashes in his eyes and he pops open the top button of his pants, then drags his zipper down while I wait with bated breath for his next command.

Then he pulls his thick cock from his boxers, and excitement rushes through my body, spreading like a wildfire as every cell in my body burns under his scrutiny.

“Crawl.”

One command makes my pussy pulsate and my clit throb with an unadulterated need to satisfy him. To give him the control his dark desires crave while letting me relish every second of it.

My heart thunders wildly against my rib cage as the room becomes fueled with a heady intoxication that leaves my mouth watering. I finally settle at his feet and peer up at him from beneath my thick lashes.

His whole demeanor is commanding, in control, and deadly. With every breath I take, his powerful stare strips me bare, taking all of my insecurities and doubt and squashing them with nothing more than a look.

He releases his cock, then he taps his desk with his pointer finger. “Up.”

I rise to my feet, and before I have a chance to think, Owen lifts me and places me on his desk. Then he grabs my ankle and places a gentle kiss on it before positioning my foot on the top of the desk and repeating the action with my other foot. The chill ofthe wood bites into my ass, but the heat of his stare warms me from the inside out, filling me with a burning need to release the arousal building inside me at an expeditious speed.

He sits back in his chair, slowly dragging his pointer finger over his lip, and for the first time since entering the room, I dart my eyes away from his scrutiny. Sitting on the desk so open and exposed makes my cheeks flush.

My eyes latch onto the gun resting on his paperwork, and the enormity of my current position hits me like a Mack truck, causing my body to jolt with a foreboding awareness.

Owen is a dangerous man, and I’ve been living in ignorant bliss.

“Hey.” He turns my chin with his fingers. “I don’t like that look.” I lick my now dry lips while he scans over my face. “Is it the gun?”

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