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I tower over the young woman, casting a shadow over her small frame. She doesn’t cower at the rage emanating from my every pore. Doesn’t flinch or reek of fear like that loser, Preston. Jasmine and sex waft to my nose, and her wide eyes turn almost dreamy.
Nothing about me scares her. Though I should. Both Carter and I should instill the fear of God in her heart.
With one arm wrapped around her back and my free hand gripping her chin, I tilt her head up to me.
The ice pack drops to the floor, making a squelching sound.
Let it melt at my feet. See if I give a damn.
“Who did this to you?”
This is the first time I’ve been this close to her. The first I’ve felt her sweet breath fluttering on my lips.
I’m hard and vengeful. Fucking explosive.
When I look harder into her eyes, into her soul, I find arousal and determination there.
It’s inappropriate. Wrong. Morally decadent.
Except I enjoy it.
Preston could learn a thing or two from her. In another lifetime. In this one, he’s never going anywhere near her.
She’s ours.
Carter’s. She’s Carter’s.
Fuck.
Carter. My stepson, who I love. Who’s watching our interaction. He doesn’t interfere. Doesn’t beat my ass for touching her the way I do.
He doesn’t, but it doesn’t mean it’s okay. I have to restrain myself.
And I can’t. I’m stalling, looking for other wounds. Looking at her. There’s this heavy energy surrounding Amara. Dark and alluring. It’s like I’m hypnotized.
Her eyelids flutter in slow motion and a blush creeps up her neck to her cheeks.
“Who?” I demand.
“Someone broke into my apartment,” she finally says.
That explains it. She was attacked. She’s confused. She’s not aroused.
With this in mind, I step back, putting a lousy three-foot distance between us. My eyes don’t leave her, though. I’m possessive now that I’ve had her in my arms. I look at her as if she belongs to me.
She doesn’t.
That little fact should be an ice bucket to the flames inside me. Not that easy when I have the motherfucking bruise in my line of sight.
“Where’s that someone?” I grip the kitchen island with one hand when all I want to do is sink my fingers into her hair.
Her gaze flickers from me to Carter at her side. Her sensuous lips curl into a mischievous smirk.
Dammit, it suits her. She’s fucking adorable.
And crazy for smiling after someone broke into her apartment and hit her.
Perfectly, wonderfully crazy.
