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A thrill mixed with a hint of fear shoots through me, but not because I’m scared.

No.

I want Colter’s anger.

I want everything he has to give.

I want his all.

Chapter Thirty-Two

COLTER

Red hot anger pulses in my veins, persistent and unyielding.

I have no right to feel this way and yet, no matter how many times I try to talk myself down, or practice breathing techniques I learned in prison, it won’t budge. I’ve never felt this way about a woman, possessive and so crazy I feel like I’m going out of my damn mind.

After my run in with that asshole Brandon and witnessing the way he touched Mila with a familiarity that I’m not even close to achieving with her, pure hot jealousy burned in my veins. I wanted to rip Brandon away from Mila and show him—and her—exactly who she belongs to.

I thought I’d made it clear the other night; when I fucked her virginity from her and claimed her as mine. But it seems she needs another reminder.

I know without a doubt that punching Brandon in his smug fucking face would help, but since I can’t do that, I’m going to have to take my frustrations out on Mila’s body instead.

Mila didn’t do anything wrong, logically I know this. Whatever transpired earlier was her way of protecting me. I just… hated seeing his hands on her, gripping her shoulders possessively as if he had the right.

Since the night I completely fucked up my life, I’ve never allowed my emotions to get the best of me, but Mila seems to make me lose all sense of reason and drive me crazy. She brings out the most primal side of me, and though it’s a huge red flag, I can’t seem to put a stop to us. It won’t end well for anyone if I don’t rein my temper in, and really, I should probably walk away before I fuck things up more than I already have and do something I can’t take back. But deep down, I already know the truth. It’s too late for me. I’m an addict through and through. One taste of her pussy is like a hit of my own personal drug and now I’m addicted. There’s no cure. And honestly, I don’t want there to be.

“Colter, where are we going?” she whispers, her voice soft and uncertain.

I glance over at her, my cock hardening at the way she nibbles her plump bottom lip. “You wanted to fuck with a cowboy, Sunshine? Now you’re gonna show me just how well you can ride my cock.”

She gasps in shock, her eyes wide yet filled with desire. “Everything I did was to protect you,” she tells me again, her voice steady.

I don’t respond. Instead, I stare straight ahead, my hands gripping the steering wheel harder. I know she’s telling the truth. But the image of Brandon’s hands touching her body plays in my mind on repeat, fueling my anger.

This whole situation is fucked up. Brandon was warned—along with the rest of us—not to touch Mila. And yet, he openly touches, and eye fucks her, and no one says a damn thing. But if I dared to do the same, even in the most innocent way, I’d be kicked out of Oakridge before I could even take my next breath.

It’s bullshit. Both the exceptions made for Brandon, and the thought I could ever touch Mila in an innocent way.

I don’t want to stay at Oakridge forever. I have plans and ambitions that will one day give me the life I once had. But for now, I need this job. I need Lincoln’s help to build my future. After all, he’s the only man to have given me a chance, despite my reputation. And this is how I repay him, by doing the one thing he explicitly asked us not to.

Twenty minutes into the drive, I spot the turnoff I’ve been searching for. Pulling off to the left, I drive through the open gateway and into the clearing. It’s a place I stumbled on once before, when the noise got too much, and I needed silence. I found it by chance, but it’s the perfect spot. Quiet, hidden and out of sight.

“Where are we?” Mila asks softly, as I bring the truck to a stop beside the dense forest.

Turning off the ignition, I glance over at her. I take in her soft skin, the freckles on her nose, and her unique eyes. My chest tightens. She’s so beautiful; it fucking hurts to look at her.

“Some place we can be alone,” I reply, blowing out a breath and feeling more relaxed now I have Mila to myself.

She nods, her eyes scanning our surroundings. “It’s pretty up here.”

“It’s your father’s land and you’ve never been here?” I ask incredulously.

She shakes her head, her big blue-gray eyes locking on mine. “No. Dad would never allow me to ride this far out.”

I nod in understanding before looking away and dropping my head back. The words spill out before I can stop them, low and raw as I admit. “I don’t like him touching you.”

Without hesitation Mila climbs across the bench and settles into my lap. She cups my cheeks, forcing my eyes to hers and imploring me to understand. “I didn’t like it either. But Colter, please hear me when I say, what I did… it was to protect you.”

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