Page 51 of Deadly Seduction

I put my hand over hers on the hilt and whisper, “Did you think I didn’t know you had weapons?”

The wind blows and her silky hair tickles my cheek. A sizzle of electricity passes between us. We’re caught in a battle of wills. I use my strength to force the knife away from my throat and against hers. Her cheeks flush as she tries to fight back, but it’s no use. She’s skilled, but I’m stronger.

“Don’t toy with me,” I warn. “I could snap your pretty little neck and leave you for the animals to eat.”

“Not if I slit your throat, throw you down the well, and leave you to rot first,” she rebuts.

“Can you see the effect your words have on me?” I murmur.

Her eyes flicker down to my crotch area, then tear themselves away.

“You’re sick.”

“Maybe I am,” I reply, but she’s not fighting against me anymore. She’s had the opportunity to twist herself out of my grasp, but she hasn’t taken it, because she wants this as much as I do. “I think your pussy is dripping wet just thinking about what I’ll do to you.”

Building tension hangs in the air like a thunderstorm rolling in, ready to destroy everything in its path.

Her spit sprays my face with venomous words. “I hate you.”

I twist her wrist, making her drop the knife.

Time speeds up. She acts fast. I expect her to grab the knife, but she barrels forward, knocking me to the ground, and pins me in place with her thighs, just like she did the whack job twin. I tug her hair and pull her down, drawing her face to mine, but she delivers a perfect right hook to my cheek. I drop my grip, and she stands. I grab her ankle, but she kicks me in the ribs with her other foot. She’s standing again and dashing towards my bike. She won’t get far when the keys are in my pocket.

She ducks and slides a hand into her t-shirt to retrieve another weapon. Scissors. She’s resourceful.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” she snarls, pointing them in my direction.

She wants me. I can tell.

CHAPTER34

IVY

I’ll fucking kill him!

Adrenaline scorches my veins like lava as Callen climbs to his feet, brushing away the dirt. He twirls the keys around his finger. I want to hook my scissors into the corner of his smirking mouth and drag it across his face. He won’t look so smug after that.

“I’ve seen you for who you are from the moment we met,” Callen continues. “You don’t have to pretend with me.”

“You don’t know me.”

He wants to get inside my head and twist things with his words. He saunters forward, casting me under a giant shadow. The old Ivy would run from the scary, psychopathic biker, but the new me sees him as a challenge. Callen pushes my boundaries, and there’s something intriguing about that. Humans gravitate towards horrific things. Why else would true crime be so popular? Callen’s my version. A horrific train wreck I want to tear my eyes away from, but I can’t.

I back away until my arse presses against his Harley. Even though I want to kill him, I’m also thinking rationally enough to know that it’s a bad idea. That, or the tingling between my legs, is clouding my judgement.

“Drop your weapon,” Callen says. “I don’t want to hurt you. Not really.” Getting hurt doesn’t worry me. “All I want is something extra in exchange for my silence. You’ll give me what I want, won’t you?”

Blackmailing me into fucking him is a low blow, but it gives me a reason to justify doing it. Shit, why am I looking for a reason? His hands rest on either side of me, and I press the point of the scissors into his throat. Both of us know it’s pointless. He was right. If I wanted to maim him, I’d have done it already.

I forget to breathe as his lips brush against mine. Fuck that. I bite down on his bottom lip so hard that his blood fills my mouth. I spit the coppery liquid at his feet to make my point.

“Does that answer your question?” I snarl.

“Yes, it does.” His face lights up in a maniacal grin. “My princess likes it rough.” He takes a fistful of my hair and pulls hard. “Now you’re going to let me bend you over and fuck your brains out if you want to keep your secret. I want to feel the pussy that Seb and Freddie are fighting over squeezing my cock.”

I hate him. I fucking hate him, but his hands are on my hips, and he’s turning me around.Ivy! What are you thinking?

“I hate you,” I repeat, as if that makes my submission any better.

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