Page 28 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

I push my panties down, revealing myself to him fully.

Hawk stands then, rising from the couch, towering over me. I am painfully aware of there being nothing but the thin towel between us as the heat of his bare chest leeches onto my own.

Fear and desire coil together in my stomach, twisting.

His hands, calloused and rough, brush my bare shoulders then up toward my neck to my cheek, where he draws my chin upward.

Then all at once his lips are mine.

His kiss is hard, demanding, but I can't help but melt into it.

My body betrays me, igniting with a heat I've only ever felt in my feverish dreams. His hands grasp the back of my head and hair, forcing me to gasp.

It’s like every cell in my body is on fire for him.

Hawk's grip on my hair tightens, and I whimper.

"You like it rough, don't you, angel?" he growls against my lips.

My breasts press against his chest, and he pulls me against his front, and his hardened cock grinds against my pussy. The thin towel barely hangs onto his waist. If he wanted to fuck me then and there, I don’t think I would want him to stop.

“I could ask you to touch yourself for me. Show me what you like,” he murmurs, sliding his hand down my bare back. “Make you reveal yourself to me.”

I whimper at his slick, lustful words that continue to cause wanting to rise through me like a brimming tidal wave.

“Or I could just take you, bend you over that table and fuck you. Hard.” He kisses me then, hard, pushing his tongue against mine, letting me savor his lips. God. I’m spinning, turning, coiling like a spring that is ready to be fired, and I shouldn’t be.

Then all at once, he steps back, ripping himself away from me. He takes several steps back.

I'm left panting, breathless. Naked.

The room spins around me, and I’m more than lightheaded. It’s as if he’s taken all the oxygen out of me and filled me with deep arousal.

“I’m glad to see you aren’t wearing a wire,” he says.

I blink, my mind catching up with the situation.

Shit.

Hawk's hand grips my wrist tightly, squeezing just enough to almost hurt. He then forces me against him again, but there’s no kiss. He only whispers in my ear, his voice laced with menace.

“We’ll protect you in exchange for the information you have on the Dead Demons. But do not cross me.” He releases me abruptly, leaving me trembling in his wake.

”I hope you have a goodnight, darling,” he says before walking out of the living room and down the hall. I bend down, gathering my clothes to put them back on. My legs feel weak as though they might give out at any moment.

I can’t believe that just happened.

I swallow, my heart pounding in my chest. There's no going back now.

When I finally make itback to my place, it’s the early hours of morning and the golden sun mixes with the black night along the horizon.

Long shadows stretch over the concrete, giving the dawn a vaguely sinister feel.

My mind continues replaying the last hours, over and over. My nerves are still jittery as I approach my front porch, fumbling for my house keys as I unlock the door.

Why did I like it as much as I did?

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my mailbox slightly ajar.

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