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I knew that I was being selfish. The truth sickened me, but the feeling eased when I was with him. And when he kissed me? I knew the love I received from this man was worth it all.

I could feel the cool metal casing of his gun as I ran my hands down his back.

He was carrying.

The holster strapped to his body, the one that was hidden beneath his clothes, should have been proof to me how dangerous he was.

But when I was with him, I felt the safest I ever had.

Breaking the kiss, Hunter grabbed my hand and dragged me through the crowds and out of the bar. The minute we reached the sidewalk, he was on me again, hands wrapped around my shoulders as he backed me into the nearest dark alleyway.

"Kiss me," I breathed, sagging when my back hit the cold, hard concrete with a hard thump.

"No," he snarled, mouth inches from mine. "You want me? You mother-fucking kissme."

So I did.

Reaching up, I plunged my hands into his blond mane and dragged his face down to mine. The moment our lips reconnected, a feeling of elicit excitement tore through my body, causing a moan to escape my lips, and my heart to scream in delight.

The stubble of his jaw scratched against my face, and I loved it.

This was real.

Hewas real.

"I fucking love you, Hunter," I strangled out, nipping and biting at his lips, unable to control the hunger I had inside of me – the sheer desire I felt for this man. "Don’t you dare leave me again."

"And what – stay here and watch you play happy couples withhim?" he hissed, punishing my lips with his, as he rammed his body roughly against mine. "You wanna see me burn, HC?"

Digging my nails into his scalp, I yanked roughly on his hair and hissed, "Stay."

"Leave him," he growled before plunging his tongue into my mouth. He was rough and careless as he cupped my throat with his large hand and pressed me to the wall.

I was instantly wet; my heart, body, soul and, most importantly, my mind wanting every minute of this.

"Where are you parked?" he demanded, lips still crushed to mine.

"Around back," I breathed. "In the parking lot."

And then we were moving. With his hand wrapped firmly around mine, he led me through the alleyway into the dimly lit parking lot at the back of the bar. Several cars were parked in the area, but there was no one there, not that it would have mattered in this moment.

Hurrying to keep up with his long strides, I dragged my keys out of the brown, leather crossover purse I had on and quickly pressed the button to unlock my Rover.

With forceful, determined strides, Hunter walked straight over to my truck and yanked open one of the back-passenger doors. Turning to face me, he growled, "Get in."

I didn’t hesitate, climbing in quickly, heart hammering in my chest the entire time.

The moment I was inside, he was right there with me, slamming the door closed behind us.

And then he was on me; his powerful body weighing down heavily on mine, pressing me deep into the cool leather of the backstreet.

Groaning against his mouth when I felt him hitch my dress up around my thighs, I could do nothing but let my legs fall open. Hooking my fingers into his jean loops, I tugged him closer, needing to feel him all over me.

Needing only him.

Growling, he clamped his hands on my waistline and leaned closer. The smell of whiskey on his breath was pungent. The cuts and bruises marring his face looked fresh and nasty, but he didn’t seem to care, so I wasn’t about to be gentle.

Holding himself above me, Hunter hooked his fingers into my panties, and dragged them down my legs with expert precision while never breaking our kiss.

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