Page 26 of Brutal Obsession

“Who the fuck are you calling?—”

“No one.” Her voice, still warped with tear-induced congestion, holds a surprising sharpness. “I’m letting my landlords know I’ll be…away for a while.”

She sayslandlordslike she meansfriends.

A drop of guilt slips through me.

Fuck.

This is not how I wanted things to go.

Chapter 8

Cian

When she finishes with the text, I snatch the phone from her lap, roll down my window, and toss it into the darkness.

She gapes at me, glassy-eyed and flushed, as I focus on the road ahead. The sensation of her gaze on me rouses my cock, yet again.

I hit the hazard lights and slow onto the shoulder. I was so eager to get on the road, I forgot to input the address the Kings sent me into the car’s navigation.

To tell the truth, it takes all my willpower to concentrate on driving and not toss Harper into the backseat for a guided tour of my cock.

My brain flips from lust to anger and back again so fast, I can’t keep up.

Act like a fucking professional.

“Where are we?” She speaks up just as I hit the ‘go’ button on the nav.

“How the hell should I know?” At least her tears have stopped. “I’m just a tourist.”

Harper scoffs, nestling herself tighter into the crevice between the passenger seat and the door.

For good measure, I engage the child lock.

She twitches at the soft noise and glares at me.

I smile. “Safety first.”

“Fuck you.”

I don’t think I’ve ever heard Harper Brennan curse. Not hard curses, anyway. Didn’t fit her peppy, perfect daughter reputation back in New York. Maybe she’s different now. For a moment, I let my eyes wander her body, crawling over her lips and chin, down the slope of her neck to her collarbones to the valley between her breasts.

Shooting off defiant vibes, Harper crosses her arms over her body. Her cheeks flush a rosy red, and her chest rises and lowers more quickly as her breathing becomes shallow.

My gut clenches. No way. I can’t be reading her correctly. Because if I am, she’s showing signs of arousal.

A lightning bolt of lust flashes through me, and the predator in me growls.

If she’s awake enough to feel horny, she’s awake enough to take my dick.

I crush the wheel beneath my fingers and inhale through my nose. Instead of telling her to fuck off or fuck me right here, I find myself saying, “Hawaii looks good on you.”

Christ. Did she just Jedi mind-trick my tongue into complimenting her?

“Wish I could say the same.” She flicks her eyes away from me.

“Cute.” Her sass triggers a fresh burst of lust. I always sensed fire hiding beneath Harper’s good girl guise, and I burn with the need to experience that fire firsthand.

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