“That you weren’t going to be stalking me.”
“Molly girl, it’s been years since we almost fucked. If I haven’t stalked you before now, I’m not about to start.”
My blood’s hot in my veins, pulse pounding with a different sort of adrenaline.
“Let me go, Declan.”
“Talk.”
She clamps her mouth shut.
I trap both her wrists in one hand and lean in close, my mouth at her ear. “Last chance, Molly. Tell me why you were there, or I’ll find out myself. And trust me, you won’t like my methods.”
She turns her head, and our lips brush. The contact sends lightning down my spine.
“Go ahead and try, Declan.” Her voice is all velvet and venom. “But I’ll die before I help you.”
I grin against her mouth. “Who said anything about you helping, lass? I’ll just have to persuade you.”
Her breath hitches, and I know I’ve got her.
The question is—what the fuck am I going to do with her now?
TWO
marlowe
My heart’sbeating so fast it makes my head light. The gunfight…Jesus, I almost died back there. My hands won’t stop shaking.
But looking at Declan Murphy pointing a gun at me now, I realize I’m more furious than scared. And it has everything to do with this cheating snake.
I try to breathe, try to grapple with the fact that the man who almost took my virginity, who fingered me, used me, ghosted me, flirted with my friends while pretending I didn’t exist, kissed another woman in front of me...
The man I got my father to have arrestedis here.
With me.
And I know I’m wet.
The weight of his body still presses down on me from under that truck, and I can feel the thick, hard rod of his erection between my thighs. But my brain still registers one unhelpful fact. He’s Murphy. Irish mafia. So that makes everything so much worse.
Or does it make it better? I don’t know anymore.
The low growl of his voice is like velvet gravel against my throat.
I swallow, keeping the moan down.
I should have bitten him harder.
Even though I think he might have saved my life.
Yet...now there’s the threat of his gun. Talk about mixed signals.
I force my scattered, fractured thoughts to meld. I need to focus. Get out of here.
I breathe in again.
He smells like he always did, with that scent of darkest sugar and smoke, whiskey and leather, intoxicating and distracting and hot enough to melt my insides.
