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His hand slides back to my nape, and his lips crash against mine within seconds. Without permission, he lifts me up, pressing my back harder against the tree. My legs part around his body, but I don’t allow myself to wrap them around his waist—even though that’s exactly what they want to do.
Traitorous body.
His hand grips my nape harder, and his tongue slips inside my mouth, leaving me with a minty taste and needing more. But unexpectedly, he pulls back, his chest heaving up and down against mine as we both pant. And when I feel a huge, hard bulge swelling between us, pressing into my stomach, I swallow a moan before it has the chance to slip from my lips.
“Fuck,” he snaps, quickly dropping me down and slapping his palm against the tree. “Fuck!”
As much as I hate it, my body instantly feels colder when he releases me. Tension I’ve felt for weeks is now validated. And now, he’s being weird.
There are so many negative factors in whatever just happened between us—factors that are far too big to ignore, even though I wish I could do just that. He’s a bodyguard for horrible, despicable human beings. Hell, I know he’s even done some of Enzo’s most recent dealings.
And then there’s the worst of it all.
This man, the man who’s responsible for this throbbing ache deep in my core, was fine when he was told I was going to be killed. There are so many red flags waving, all telling me to keep my legs crossed and my guard up and not let this handsome, delicious man anywhere near me.
But those flags are just for intelligent, guarded Briar to see.
Then, there’s the other part of me—the side that … is lonely. The side that has no one here and craves human touch. The one that wants to tear my clothes from my body and beg him to take me right against this tree.
He looks away from me, dragging his hand down his face.
“What’s the matter, Hercules?” I coo, tilting my head to the side. “Now that you’ve tried to fuck me, are you scared that Enzo will kill both of us now? Instead of just little ol’ me?”
He’s pissed. So pissed that I can feel the heat pouring from his body, even while he’s standing half a foot away from me. He glares down at me again. Everything about his appearance is rough, beautiful perfection. And it really, really pisses me off.
He grips my chin, but not in the forceful way that Enzo always does. Though I can tell he’s trying to be intimidating, it almost feels like he’s holding back.
“Not at all, sweetheart.” His lips part, and the moonlight hits his face, illuminating every angle. “Because if you run and tell him—if you tell anyone at all—I’ll lie. I’ll say you threw yourself at me.”
When he brings his face closer to mine, I feel his minty breath against my skin, making me so badly want to lean up and brush my lips against his. Just to see what happens.
“Enzo already thinks you’re thirsty for another man’s touch. This will only put that final nail in your coffin.” He presses his palm to my chest, right above my collarbone. “Or a bullet in your chest.”
I rear my head back like a snake, ready to attack its prey. “If you’re trying to scare me, it’s not working. I’ve lived through hell already, and I’m not afraid of whatever you all have planned.”
My words only seem to entertain him more. His eyes glimmer in the darkness with his evil smirk. “Perhaps you should be though. Perhaps you should be very, very afraid of a guy like me,” he says lowly before grabbing my wrist and tugging me back toward the driveway. “Now, be a good little dove, will you? And keep your head down and keep that pretty mouth shut. Otherwise, I might have to shove something down your throat to quiet those lips.”
The area between my thighs tingles, all while anger radiates across my chest, making my nostrils flare. And as he leads me closer to the house, my heart sinks.
He’s everywhere, all the time, and it’s painstakingly clear that if I’m going to get out of here … I need a new plan.
Knowing my lips were on Enzo Romano’s fiancée’s and that my cock was poking into her stomach helps to numb the guilt that’s consuming my entire body for kissing Briar. But despite how much I wanted her, it wasn’t her face etched inside my brain when I closed my eyes. And right away, I knew I had fucked up by kissing her. I had betrayed the one person I never wanted to.
I sneak Briar back into the house, knowing how much danger she’ll be in if anyone else finds out that she tried to escape. The woman is nothing but trouble, but I can’t deny that I admire her bravery and absolute fierceness. Even if that admiration makes me dislike her even more.
She wasn’t scared of me. Fuck, I don’t even think she was scared of getting caught. She risked it all just to get the fuck out of here, and for that … I’m even more fascinated, which is really, really maddening.
I walk behind her, ensuring she goes straight to her room like a good little girl. Through her leggings, I watch her perfect, plump ass cheeks sway, making me have to send a silent warning to my cock to stay down. I just got that fucker calmed down from kissing her against that tree.
Fucking A, the things I’ve pictured doing to this woman, knowing I never will. I feel like a worthless piece of shit for even having those thoughts in my delusional brain. But it was so obvious that she wanted me too. She was silently begging for more. Her nipples were unbelievably hard, poking out, begging for me to suck on them. And I know if I’d slipped my fingers into her waistband, my hand would have been soaked.
“I’ll be sleeping out here,” I warn when she gets to her room and pushes the door open. “So, I suggest you don’t try anything stupid.”
“Yes, sir,” she utters, snarling at me.
“I’d love to have you on your knees, calling me sir instead of your fiancé,” I toss back, giving her a smirk even though I know I’m continuing to cross a line I shouldn’t cross. “At least with a mouth full of my cock, you wouldn’t be able to talk.”
Her cheeks redden, and the smallest shiver runs through her body before she steps closer to the entrance. Just when I think she might say something back, she holds her middle finger up before closing the door in my face.
