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Even though I know I’m playing with fire, I slowly relax into his hold, wrapping my arms around him and resting my head on his shoulder, letting his warmth chase away the cold thoughts of my family.

We sit like that for I don’t know how long before I lift my head and look at this strange, impossible man. Maybe in another life, if I were another girl, things would have turned out differently.

I kiss his lips, catching him by surprise, and slide off his lap while he’s still in shock. “Now, while the weather seems to have calmed down, I think it’s time you took me back.”

He looks at me with an odd expression, one I can’t read, but something about it has the hairs on my arms stand on end.

He gets to his feet and backs me up until I have nowhere else to go. “I didn’t know about your sister, but I’m in too deep to back out now.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask, frowning.

His nose skims across my cheek before he presses a soft kiss to my forehead. “I’m not going to hurt you, Cupcake. Not now, not ever.”

“Havoc, you’re freaking me out. What’s going on?”

“I’ve decided I’m keeping you.”

I stare at him for a moment before I burst out laughing. But when I see the look on his face, my laughter dies. “You’re joking, right?”

“You won’t give me a chance.”

“Guess I was right not to,” I snap, trying to shove him away, but it’s like trying to move a mountain; he won’t budge.

He trails his hand down and flicks my nipple, which immediately hardens. “Your body knows who it belongs to. I just need your brain to catch up. I’ll be good to you, Nevaeh. There’llnever be anyone who loves you like I will if you just give me a shot.”

“Love? You’ve known me for half a fucking second.”

“I thought you didn’t swear,” he teases.

“I don’t murder people either, but there’s a first time for everything.”

He doesn’t flinch at my threats, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them to the wall above my head. “I like it when you’re feisty. I like it when you’re sweet. I like it when you come on my cock and say my name.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to like it from five hundred fifty yards away, because when I get out of here, I’m going to shove a restraining order down your throat.”

A grin spreads across his face, and he looks… happy. Honest to God happy when all I want to do is stab him in the eyeball with a pair of scissors.

“Look, if you let me go, I won’t say anything. I’ll pretend none of this happened. We’ll leave and get you some help. Maybe some fancy pills with a name I can’t pronounce. And one day, we’ll look back on this and laugh.”

“I hope so. It’ll make one hell of a story to tell our grandkids.”

My mouth drops open in shock, which he takes advantage of. His mouth slams down over mine, and his tongue invades my mouth, making my brain short-circuit for a minute before I remember I’ve basically been kidnapped.

I bite his tongue, hard, tasting blood.

He pulls back and smiles, blood staining his teeth. He looks like a fucking maniac. And even though I don’t think he’ll hurt me, I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t know this guy.

“Havoc, please?—”

“I’m going to leave you alone for a little while, give you a chance to get your head around everything. Your laptop bag is beside the couch, but there’s no internet. If you get bored,the TV’s got satellite. I’ll be back tomorrow, and then we’ll get started.”

“Start what?” I whisper.

“We’ll start making you and me an us.”

Chapter Nine

Havoc

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