Page 26 of Abandoned on His Mountain

Thatgets through to him. His body relaxes, his breathing slows down and he lowers his arm. “Jesusfuck,” he growls. “You’re making an animal out of me, little girl.”

My body responds to that before my brain. Primal. Urgent. The most basic need.

Do I like that? Heck yes, I like that. But I’d rather my animal beoutof jail, thanks.

“Tell him you’re sorry,” I whisper. “Make this right.”

Davis flashes his greedy eyes at me. “If he touches you again, I’ll kill him.”

He says it like a confession, not a threat. Like it’s beyond his control. Like it’s up to me to keep the world safe fromhim.

I rise to my feet, the hem of my dress and my crotch just inches from Davis’ face. He looks up at me with hunger and desperate need. “Fuck, baby girl. I don’t know if I can be out in the world with you.”

I smile down at him, softly touching his cheek. “Please.”

“Alright, alright,” he grumbles, and then helps poor Bryce up from the asphalt.

“You should apologize,” I insist.

Davis levels me with an angry glare that instantly makes my pussy gush. “Not a fuckin’ chance.”

I lift my eyebrow. “Right now,” I challenge him.

Davis’ expression changes. Something tells me he’s not used to a woman standing up to him. If looks could talk, this one would say,You mouthy little brat.And I like it.

My goodness. I’d get down on my knees to see that anger. “He’s very sorry,” I say to Bryce, without breaking Davis’ stare. “Aren’t you?”

Davis narrows his eyes at me, running his tongue over his teeth. So cocky. So sexy. And slowly, he shakes his headno.

This man.

Bryce seems glad to take the apology, no matter where it’s from. He nods quickly, dusting himself off. “Yes, sir. So many apologies. It willneverhappen again.”

* * *

In a table at the quiet corner, we take our seats. Everything looks calm now, except for Davis. He’s staring at me with lust in his eyes. The muscles on his jaw keep flexing. His leg keeps moving under the table, shaking the cutlery. “I’m so fucking hard right now, baby. I have to fuck you.Now.”

Sweet Jesus, thank you.Thank you.I glance around. The place is full of people. “Do you think you can make it through dinner?”

He eats a breadstick angrily. “Not a fucking chance.”

“’Kay. So. What do we do?”” I take a sip of my Shirley Temple, my hands trembling. This is all new territory for me. I could happily bask in this electrifying and sultry sensation for a hot minute, but I canfeelthe energy coming off of him. Like a male lion pacing around at the zoo. If I don’t do something quickly, he’ll lash out at the next person that so much as looks at me. I just know it.

“Bathroom,” Davis says.

“Here?” I ask, incredulous. “With all of these people listening?”

“You got a better idea, baby girl? If I don’t have you right fucking now, if I don’t make you mine again, I’ll burn this place to the ground the next chance I get.”

Somehow, I believe him. He is raw power. Pure fury. And all for me.

He stands up and tips his head toward the back. “Bathroom. Now.”

My body rolls with a wave ofyes.I obediently set my napkin down, smoothing my dress. He places one hand on my hip, guiding me in front of him. He’s close behind me as we walk past the open-plan kitchen. The sizzle in the pans is nothing compared to the sizzle between us. As we near the bathrooms, I feel his erection pressing hard into the small of my back.

I use all my self-control not to reach back and touch it. But I keep my eye on the prize—the bathroom is only ten steps away.

But Davis doesn’t let me reach it, he scoops me into a supply closet. He slams his hand up against the door and pushes me hard up against it, while simultaneously unbuckling his belt. With my cheek pressed against the wood, I feel him penetrate me before I can even sayplease.

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