Page 7 of Becoming His Pet

“My name is Greg Turner and my gun is holstered beneath my shirt where it should be. Now get in the damn car before I toss your little ass in there.”

She took half a step back from him, not doubting he would do that.

When he sighed and started to reach for her, her decision was made. She took off in a sprint, heading for the alley.

Chapter Three

Greg slammed the passengerdoor of his Altima and stared down the alley. Nora had good running form, and her fucking ass looked great in those cut-offs as she moved.

After admiring her petite form, he started after her. He shouldn’t get involved. It wasn’t his problem. She was in danger, he got her out of there, and now he should just let her run along. Literally.

Except, those men weren’t going to just lie down and let her get away. They wanted something from her. And until he knew how deep her trouble went, and where she was in all of it, he would stick by her side.

He caught up to her easily. He may have been out of the marines for six months, but he hadn’t stopped his daily physical routine. Besides, he took one stride for every two of hers.

“Nora!” he called out to her when she was within arm’s reach. He could grab her, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He just wanted her to get in his fucking car, so he could get them away from there and figure out what to do next.

The second she took to look over her shoulder was the second he needed to get one more stride in and grab hold of her. She stumbled, but he managed to catch her and keep himself on his own feet when she crashed into him.

“Stop it!” He grabbed her flailing arms and pinned them to her sides. Several strands of her hair fell in front of her face.

“Let me go,” she demanded, trying to blow the hair from her eyes. If he wasn’t trying to get his lungs and heart back in proper working order, he would have found the action adorable.

“Not until you tell me why you ran.” She continued to struggle against him, but he held fast.

“Just let me go.” She stomped her foot, then pulled it back and kicked his shin.

He grunted with the pain shooting up his leg, but he didn’t let go.

“Do that again, and I’ll pin you to that wall and make you regret it,” he promised. And he would. Fuck, getting kicked in the shin hurt like hell.

“You’re going to hurt me, so I should definitely get in your car?” Her eyes narrowed with her accusation.

“I’m not going to hurt you—”

“You literally just said you were!” She yanked on her arms again, but his grip was too tight. He wasn’t letting her go until he knew she was safe.

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