She swallowed, nodding.
“There’s a good girl.”
In any other situation, she would have called him on his misogynist bullshit. A man didnotcall a womangirlunless he wanted a hard knee to send his junk up into his throat. But considering his hissed warningsand the fact that she quite liked her head with the few holes it already sported, she kept her knee to herself and her mouth shut.
Neanderthal nudged her forward with his hip. The flagstones on the front porch were freezing beneath her bare feet. The icy bite of the breeze was even worse as it scraped along her cheeks. She tried not to wince when they made it to the gravel path, but the sharpstones stabbed into her soles. In fact, the pain became so much that she stumbled, forcing Neanderthal to release her neck and wrap an arm around her waist.
Pulling her tight against him, he lifted her off her feet and carried her until they reached the center of the path in the middle of the yard. When he lowered her, there was no mistaking his dick against the seam of her ass.
He washard.
Gag a maggot!
“It’s all your fault, you know,” he whispered conversationally when he felt her disgusted shudder. “If you hadn’t given me and Ben that little peep show earlier, I wouldn’t be hard now.”
Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus.
It hadn’t been Angel she’d seen walking into the woods. It’d been Neanderthal. As he threw back his head and yelled, “All you fucks inside the manorhouse come out with your hands up! I have the woman, and I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in her brain!” she thought with gut-wrenching anguish,My mistake, mypresumption,might have killed us all.
