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“I don’t have to prove anything to you. Jerk!”
Cassie slammed the door in his face. He chuckled when she locked it.
Enough games, Rage thought as he waited for her. It was fun, toying with Breaker’s little princess, but when it was all said and done, he didn’t want Cassie to hate him. Not completely.
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“What have I done?” Cassie whispered to herself.
She wrapped her arms around herself and stared at the broken mirror hanging above the sink. Cassie was looking at a stranger, a stranger with tired eyes, caked-on makeup, and disarrayed hair. There was even some remnant of lipstick smeared on her lips. Cassie couldn’t believe how awful she looked and Rage didn’t even comment on it. Of course, the jerk wouldn’t.
Did she regret having sex with Rage? Yes. No. Maybe. Cassie didn’t know. The walls of the bathroom seemed to close in, suffocating her.
Cassie splashed some water on her face, cleaning away the leftover gunk. She didn’t feel one bit better. Rage accused her of running away. She scoffed. Rage didn’t know her at all.
She took her time in the shower. Let the jerk wait. She didn’t care. While she was shampooing her hair, Rage rapped on the door.
“What?” she demanded when he did it a second and third time.
“How long are you going to take in there? According to the weather app on my phone, it’s going to rain again. I want to be gone by then.”
“Five minutes,” Cassie yelled. Her five minutes turned into fifteen.
“Cassie, I swear I’m going to break this door down if you don’t come out right this instant,” Rage said.
For some reason, the fury in her voice made her all hot and bothered again. Cassie refused to think about last night, and yet her imagination went on overdrive again. She hated Rage. How was he able to make her feel things no other man had ever done?
Cassie opened the door just as Rage was counting down from ten. He practically growled at her, like some rabid animal.
“What were you doing in there? Masturbating or something?” Rage asked.
“So what if I was?” Cassie demanded.
He chuckled and all the anger emanating from his body melted away. “Baby, if you’re craving my cock so soon, you could have just said so.”
Cassie raised her hand and was about to slap his arrogant face but he caught her wrist easily. Her pulse raced as he eyed her.
“The last man who raised his hand to me, died while choking on his own blood,” Rage told her.
Shaking slightly, she wrenched her wrist back. Cassie didn’t think he was lying. Rage seemed to have gone through such an extreme transformation in a short amount of time and part of Cassie—the wild side of her—found that incredibly hot. Of course she would never tell that to his face.
“Get your things, we should have been gone half an hour ago,” Rage finally said.
Cassie gathered her purse from the room but when she reached the door, she gave the sleazy motel room one last look. She swallowed, unable to forget last night. She shook her head.For the sake of her sanity, it couldn’t happen again.
Cassie headed downstairs to where Rage was waiting next to his motorcycle. He wasn’t looking at her but at the skies. She swallowed at the gathering storm clouds. Not again, she thought. They had to reach Hanging Cove by today.
Otherwise, last night’s mistake would most likely occur again. After she had a taste of him, Cassie realized she hungered for more. What the hell was wrong with her?
“Get on, Princess. We have plenty of road to cover today,” Rage drawled when she didn’t make a move. His words woke her up.
“Don’t call me that,” Cassie blurted.
“I can call you whatever I like,” Rage plainly said.
Once Cassie had her helmet on, she mounted his motorcycle. She was loathe to wrap her arms around his body, but Cassie had no other choice.
Cassie hoped that by some miracle, the sky would clear but dark clouds continued to loom on the horizon after a few hours on the road. Soon enough, raindrops started hitting them.
