Page 26 of Fearless

“I think that just about covers everything for now.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What makes you think I’m going to listen to a fucking word of that?”

Now I’m the one laughing, and I don’t even bother to hide it like she did. “You need to learn the art of patience, because I hadn’t even got to the consequences yet.”

Meisie squares her shoulders, trying to make herself look bigger than she is. It’s adorable as hell. “I don’t give a fuck about your consequences.”

She’s leading me straight down a path I didn’t want to go back to, and she doesn’t even know it. I take a step forward, caging her body beneath mine against the wall. Grabbing onto her wrist, my fingers snapping around her delicate skin easily, I pull her hand down toward the bulge in my trousers.

She resists, but of course it’s useless. I’m twice the size of her, and probably ten times as strong.

I force her hand against me, and her eyes go wide.

“Are you sure about that?”

She tries to pull her hand away but I hold it in place. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been harder in my life.

“Because you seem like a girl who knowsnothingabout consequences.”

She closes her eyes and turns her head away, giving me her cheek. “I know more than you think.”

Hmm. Interesting.

Maybe she knows more than I assumed, if her outburst earlier was anything to go by. Another puzzle I’ll need to solve.

But that’s not the point.

“You don’t know my brother,” I tell her.

She opens her eyes now and gazes up at me, a silent question playing on those pretty lips.

“You think I’m bad? You thinkthisis bad?” I glance down to where her hand is still lodged firmly against my cock. “You’re lucky I don’t lethimloose on you. And believe me when I tell you that is still an option.”

Her stare is ice now, and I swear it has precum leaking from the tip of my cock.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Fuck.

Meisie still thinks this is a one-night stand gone wrong.

She has no idea who I am, what really happened last night, or what I want.

“It doesn’t matter why,” I say dismissively.

“That’s bullshit. I deserve to know why.” There’s a tremor in her voice. I would have taken it for fear, but it sounds more like anger.

She deserves nothing. If her mother is the stubborn cold-hearted bitch I think she is, then my little captive won’t be home in time for supper. In fact, she might not be going home anytime soon. It would be worse for her if she knew her own mother was the one dragging this out.

Nah. I know how it feels to be abandoned by your own mother, and no one deserves that.

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