Page 4 of Time Out

“You realize this is what you get when you get up there and tempt men,” I growl, hating myself for being rough instead of cradling her into my chest like I want to, but my history with women has my defenses up.

“You realize what you’re going to get when I get away from you? Five to ten, with a sexual offender registration for the rest of your life,” she hisses back with defiance. Fear and anger mix in her flawless face as I shrug, and she grunts trying to pull my arm from her chest.

She’s fighting, but not fighting for her life, which confuses and makes me fucking throb.

“If you’re going to rape me, just get it over with. I doubt it will even hurt. Men like you are usually…” She narrows her eyes, working her hand upward with her thumb and forefinger a half inch apart as I kick her feet wide, releasing her tit to take a handful of that sweet, soaking heat between her legs. Her breath stalls mid-sentence as my grip locks down on her intimate space, but her resolve returns after a beat. “I’ll probably still be a virgin when you’re done with me.”

Virgin?

“You wanted to get up there and show this off,” I give her slick wetness a squeeze, “drive men crazy, well this is what you get.”

“I did not get up there toshow this off.”

“Spread your legs, that’s what you were going to do anyway, wasn’t it? Spread your legs and show off, then what? Charge them a few hundred for a quick grope? Let them take this tight little girl pussy for a ride?”

Wildness tears inside me as I consider the potential truth in my words, but the shock and confusion on her face tell me maybe that was not in her playbook.

She shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”

Rage and lust choke me as silky wetness melts between my fingers. “There’s a long list of things wrong with me,” I grunt. “You were going to use this body to hypnotize men and have them so out of their minds, they’d give you the keys to any kingdom for one wet taste. You’d have them all on their knees by the end of the night. But not me, shortcake, you didn’t plan on me.”

Our eyes stay locked for a long moment as my middle finger presses into the holy land, and I feel the proof of her words.

She’s a fucking virgin, and realization floods through me that I’m technically assaulting this girl. My girl. Fuck, I’ve lost my fucking mind, but I’m sure that’s exactly what she wants.

“Perfect tits. A juicy, tight pussy, all wrapped up in a curvy, killer package. Of all the bars in all the towns, you had to be in this one tonight,” I mumble, stumbling back, releasing her except for my fingers locking around her wrist so she can’t get away. And that makes me fucking mad, too, because she should be trying a lot harder than this to fight me off. She should be screaming, biting, kicking and doing whatever it takes to get away. It better be that the alcohol has scrambled her survival instincts, because if not she’s in for the fucking spanking of her life.

I clench my teeth so tight, they make a cracking sound in my ears and pain shoots from my jaw down my back. I keep a solid grip on her right wrist as I swing open the door, turning back ready to manhandle her lush softness into the front seat.

But before I can, she starts to squirm, the banner I wrapped her in slipping from her shoulders to crumple at our feet, then my little strawberry sundae hauls off and delivers a slap across my face so hard, I stumble back, black dots swirling in my vision, and fuck, I’m not mad.

Oh, no.

It seals her fate.

I think I’m in love.

Chapter Two

Fay

“You wanna play?” The stranger with the silver eyes and the look of a man possessed smiles as an angry red welt rises on his cheek where I’ve just walloped him.

I’ve never hit anyone.

It was justified, though, right?

I mean, he’s taking me against my will.

He’s assaulting me.

Why is there a flutter in my chest?

And down lower?

Why is he looking at me like I’ve really hurt him?

Personallywoundedhim?

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