Page 5 of Dark Desires
A spark.
A warning.
A promise.
The air shifts. Heavy. Pulled taut between us like a wire that wants to snap.
God.
Not the time to wonder what that suit hides.
Not the time to want the answer.
“Where to?” he asks, voice low enough to haunt?—
low enough to unbutton things inside me.
I should go home.
I should run.
I should?—
“Not home,” I say.
“Not tonight.”
He nods, eyes forward.
“Then mine.”
No hesitation. No explanation.
“You’ll be safe.”
The word hits me wrong.
Safe? With him?
I turn, sarcasm curling around my fear.
“You sure you’re not into human trafficking?”
This time, his laugh is real.
Dark. Dangerous.
The kind of laugh that lives in a man who’s seen things and didn’t flinch.
“Not my business model.”
He glances at me, and for one breathless moment, I can’t look away.
Something in his eyes hooks beneath my skin. Something that says: I don’t hurt women… unless they beg for it.
The car glides forward.
Streetlights slash across his face—all chiseled sin and cold fire.
