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As I pulled the bottle to my chest, I pressed my back against the wall near the door. Of course, the damn backdrop had to be the girl on the screen screaming as she was being chased by the crazed, masked killer. That made a lot of sense.
When I heard a slight creak in the floorboards just outside the door, it reminded me of a scene we’d written together just prior to the heroine lunging at the hero, enraged at finding him. The moment I was certain the asshole had moved inside the door, I let off a primal scream and took a hard swing, like I would with a bat. I used everything I had, stumbling back away since I knew I’d hit the target.
But the intruder didn’t fall. He didn’t budge an inch. He stood there lurking in the door like a massive giant coming to eat me or worse. While he was enshrouded in shadows, he was big and bulky, his huge body puffed out on both sides. Fuck. This was a monster.
I was prepared to scream again, praying the sound baffling wasn’t thick enough to smother at least some of the horror. The second the giant lunged for me, items flew into the air, the darkness preventing me from having a clue as to what they were. But I was terrified.
This was it.
The end.
Yet, I prayed the man who’d already sworn to protect me heard the scuffle.
And that he’d be able to save my life.
CHAPTER 23
Sara
It was dark, so dark.
The screen.
The room.
But there was no doubt a monster had broken inside, a very human one with malintent in mind.
My scream was cut off, my breath ripped right from my lungs as I sailed over the back of the couch, the intruder coming with me. When he landed smack on top of me, he wasted no time yanking first one arm over my head then the other. And he was huge.
I squealed and squirmed, doing everything I could to fight him off.
“Don’t move,” the man said, the voice so deep and husky, the ringing in my ears so intense I had to struggle to hear what he was saying.
“No. Get off me. No!” I almost punched him in the face, which caused the intruder to growl.
He managed to snag both my wrists with one humongous hand, pinning both down with ease. The bastard said nothing as I pitched and tried to roll. After a few seconds of having the full and very heavy weight of his body on me, I was exhausted.
“What do you want? What?” The scent of bourbon flared in my nostrils, the odd combination of peppermint and cinnamon a sizzling mixture.
Suddenly, the scene in the movie changed, highlighting the face of my attacker.
My eyes opened wide. “Oh, you. Bastard!” I struggled harder, almost managing to knock him off. Him. The most handsome man in the world.
He grinned, but his eyes held an even stronger sense of seductive need than I’d seen before. I could also see a bump on his forehead, a single slight cut with blood trickling from the injury. “And you hit me with a bottle.”
“Yeah, and I’d do it again. You snuck up on me. You bastard.” I darted my eyes back and forth, trying to regain my ability to breathe and to calm down. I was tingling all over, far too electrified. And he sensed it, the man taking too many deep breaths because the desire that had exploded in me was already wafting between us. I wasn’t entirely certain how that was possible.
“So you’ve said. My beautiful yet very bad girl.” He switched his hand to wrap his long fingers around my throat, squeezing as he used his thumb to lift my chin. “I don’t take kindly to being blindsided by anyone, including a beautiful lady.”
I had a feeling he was going to punish me.
Instead, he crushed his lips against mine, keeping me pinned down as he shifted his hips back and forth. The moment felt chaotic, completely out of control. He’d managed to ignite a fire in me that I hadn’t known was possible.
When he pulled away for just an instant, allowing us both to catch our breath, I searched for his lips in the intermittent darkness, longing to taste him for hours. While he was already rougher than he’d been before, his needs shoved aside for far too long, I also sensed this was a change in our relationship. How and what it meant I couldn’t be certain, but I felt every touch, every tingling sensation as if for the first time.
He resumed the rough moment of passion, consuming me with his mouth and tongue, drinking from me as if I was the essence of life.
I was so aroused, even lying down I was lightheaded. He immediately thrust his tongue inside, sweeping it back and forth. There was an absolute urgency to what he was doing, his body explosively heated. I was thrown into a sweet fog, the longing for him over the last few days keeping the excitement building.
