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When he’s recaptured both my wrists, he squeezes with enough force to make me suck in a breath. His glare is fierce, and when he leans close, the heat of his body radiates against the cold chill of mine. “I swear I’ll give you space if you feckin’ stop!”
His command claps in the air, and I fall still.
“Laine, luv, I’m not here to harm you. It’s quite the opposite. If you’ll just calm the fuck down, I’ll let you go. I swear it.”
I’m not sure that I believe him, but it’s worth a shot. Besides, pinned up against the wall like this is confusing as hell.
He almost got me killed. He said I was just a pussy to fill on a Friday night. I hate him.
I ignore the way being close to him makes goosebumps prickle all over my body and how the deep cadence of his voice vibrates straight to my core.
I hate him.
It’s just a normal biological reaction—purely physical.
I swallow and exhale a deep breath. “Fine. I’m calm.”
When he releases me, I step deeper into the shadows and my back bumps the door of the closed meat pie shop.
He holds up his hands, blocking my escape, and sucks in a deep breath, as if to contain his temper. “I realize you have no reason to trust me, but right now, I’m your best chance to stay alive. You need to stop runnin’ from me.”
I bark a laugh. “It’s because of you that men were trying to kill me. Ad hominem, baby. When someone is guilty of a crime by knowing or having some involvement with someone else, not by direct evidence found against them.
He blinks. “Aye, guilty by association. I’m familiar with the concept.”
“Well, the way I see it, getting away from you is my best chance at self-preservation.”
The corner of his mouth tugs up with an arrogant smile. “Are you talkin’ about the men with guns now or what happened right before?”
I arch a brow. “Just another pussy on a Friday night, right?”
“Och, the blasphemy of those words. You’re too smart to believe I meant it. You have to know I only said it to take their attention off you. You understand that, don’t you?”
His gaze softens as he searches my expression, and I sigh. “Fine. Yes. I know why you said it, but it doesn’t change the fact that we just met. We mean nothing to one another in the grand scheme of things. Beyond one earth-shattering orgasm, there’s nothing between us.”
“Nothin’ between us? Och, Miss Laine. If you knew the dark and dirty things I want to do, you wouldn’t be hellbent on gettin’ away from me.”
How can this man be real?
“You’re not good for me, Tag. I just got out of?—”
I clamp my mouth shut and cut off my words. No. I can’t believe I almost told him about the shit back home.
He seems to sense my turmoil because he releases me from the intensity of his gaze and steps back. “Now is not the time, and this is certainly not the place.”
I swallow, irritated by how one velvet-voiced comment or possessive touch from this man has me dazzled.
“How about I take you somewhere safe and neutral, so we can get out of the rain?”
He extends his hand toward me and I slap it away. “Help!” I search the street for anyone who might come to my aid. “Help!”
I try to push past his body and freeze when the stiff cock filling out the front of his fancy suit pants brushes against my belly.
I blink up at him, equally fascinated and appalled. “Are you seriously getting off on this?”
His gaze narrows. “If you’re askin’ if I’m sportin’ a lead pipe, the answer is obvious. You rubbed over my cock and felt it. If you’re askin’ if I’m hard because I like to chase women down in the street and manhandle them, the answer is no, I don’t.”
He sounds sincere. In fact, he sounds pissed.
