Page 29 of Scandalous Games

“Did Justin set you up on this?”

“What? Who?” I ask, flabbergasted.

Yep. We’ve entered the full-blown crazy dimension.

“Tell me your name.”

He wants to make introductions. Maybe he’ll need it to erase my existence once he murders me. Great. Now I’ve gone from thinking he’s a thief to a killer.

“No.”

“Do you want me to call you little girl when I fuck you then?” he softly says and boldly runs a single finger along my arm that’s curved around my chest protectively. “You clearly came here to get fucked.”

My body betrays me by shivering at his words and touch, and it triggers me into action as I shove at his hard abs. He’s taken off guard and I manage to run past, but I don’t get far before he captures my elbow.

I’m lifted off the ground and pulled back against his iron chest. His large hand wraps around my throat to hold me still. My eyes close at the feel of his body touching my naked skin.

His warmth seeps into my own, making me feel hot and bothered.

I shouldn’t feel turned on at his strength, yet I am. Like my body has a mind of its own.

He doesn’t flinch at my nails digging into his arm when his mouth lowers to my right ear. His tone holds a dark, threatening note as he speaks, “Did nobody teach you to never turn your back to a strange man when alone?”

Fear should be coursing through my veins right now.

I shouldn’t challenge or taunt him, yet it’s exactly what I do.

“Just like nobody taught you to never prey on an innocent woman or touch her without her consent.”

I feel his lips curve into a smile before he whips me around and backs me toward the bed. I lose my balance and land on it awkwardly. His vivid gaze locked on my bouncing breasts like a hungry wolf.

Formidable.

Dangerous.

He’s alert and doesn’t let me escape by leaning over me, glaring with a seductive expression. “Innocent women's nipples don’t harden at the touch of said man, darling.”

I cover my heaving breasts and curse, “Fuck you!”

“Beg nicely and I might.”

I lose my patience and aim to kick between his legs but the strong asshole dodges. His fingers snake under my knees and he jerks me to the end of the bed. I swallow and pant nervously when he keeps leaning closer until I have no choice but to breathe in his woodsy scent.

“Get your hands off my girl, Dash.” Niall’s angry voice thunders just as the psycho’s lips stop inches from mine.

Dash and I freeze at the sound of my fuming boyfriend and fear finally takes root inside me. I don’t want him to think I was cheating on him from my undressed state and being in the arms of another man, who hasn’t let me go.

His fingers flex on my knees as his whole body pulses with an undercurrent of tension. It comes off in waves and I’m shocked at the expression on his face when his gaze clashes with mine. It’s like I’m staring into a completely different man.

Cold.

Intimidating.

Frightening.

I might as well have imagined the arrogant man who was teasing me only seconds ago. He doesn’t even realize he’s holding me so tight until I push against his grip.

Niall rushes to us and hauls me up against him.

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