And she wanted him to continue. “You won’t…what?” The cuff around her wrist was open, and she shook it off. The handcuffs dropped to the floor.
“I won’t fucking care,” he snapped. “I will not care about you.”
She sucked in a breath at the vicious blow. Her eyes widened as she stared at him. And then… “Liar,” she called.
That muscle flexed in his jaw again, and the gold buried in the darkness of his eyes glittered all the harder.
“You already do care,” she whispered as she realized the truth. He warned me that he lied all the time. He’s lying now. But I can see through the lies. He says he won’t care but…he does. Her hand rose to press to his chest. “You care about me. Otherwise, you would have left me in the field with Levi. You would have left me to get shot. You wouldn’t have saved me then, and you wouldn’t have rushed to the rescue when Judas was coming to attack me.”
“I didn’t rescue you,” he bit out.
“No, I did that myself, but you were still there to have my back.” Agnes knew she was taking a huge risk, but she could not seem to stop herself. “I’m not in love with a dead man.”
His lips thinned.
“I will always love Max.” Adamant. “Never doubt that. Understand it. Accept it. Deal with it. I will love him until I go into the grave myself?—”
“You’re not going into the fucking?—”
“But I am not in love with him, not anymore.” Her breath whispered out. “Though I do really fear that I might be falling in love with this arrogant, alpha jerk of an MC leader who makes some truly crappy coffee even as he calls himself a villain?—”
His mouth crashed onto hers.
Agnes squeezed her eyes shut. I’m super afraid that I’m falling in love with you…and there is nothing I can do to stop that fall.
Chapter Seventeen
She is not in love with me. She can’t be in love with me. Agnes does not love me.
She wanted him. He wanted her. He wanted to fuck her endlessly. To mark her. To possess her. He wanted the world to know that she was his and he was hers and he was?—
What the hell? I am hers?
But she moaned and her soft body pressed harder against his, and hell, yes, he was hers. He didn’t want anyone else. Since he’d had Agnes, she’d consumed his thoughts. He wanted to fuck her endlessly, but fucking was basic. Physical. Addictive, yes. Absolutely. But it was just fucking.
Yet with Agnes…
He also wanted to protect her. To take her away from any and every threat in the world. He wanted to make sure that she never felt a moment of pain, that she was safe and happy and— she cannot be happy in my world.
A fundamental fact that he had to accept. She would not be happy in the life he currently led.
His mouth tore from hers. “Mistake.”
“Yes, falling in love with you is probably a mistake.” No hesitation. “I get that you don’t love me back.”
Falling in love with you. He didn’t hear anything past that part. The words pounded into him with the impact of a sledgehammer. He spun around, grabbed her waist, and lifted her onto the pool table.
“Not like you’d love a Fed,” she added.
At least, Cass thought she added that part. He barely heard her because he was already leaning in, pulling in her sexy scent, and kissing her frantically again. Plunging his tongue deep into her mouth. Tasting the sweetness that waited. His sweetness. She was his. He would keep her. Protect her. Kill for her.
Her legs had parted, and he stepped right between them. He hauled her to the edge of the pool table, and he knew he would be taking her. There. Done.
I did warn her. After the fight at the house, I told her what would happen…
Her right hand went between their bodies. She jerked at his belt. Yanked it open. Unsnapped his jeans.
She wants me. I’m taking her. Now.
