Heart racing.
Goosebumps popping.
Everything about this was so very wrong, but no man had ever brought me this much pleasure.
Every sound he made was guttural, the deep growls intensifying with every brutal thrust.
There was no doubt he was close to coming, his breathing ragged, his pace quickening. I slapped my hands on the bed, arching my back and closing my eyes.
And in the next few seconds, he erupted, spilling his seed into my womb. At that very second, I made myself a promise, a commitment that I would honor no matter how long it took.
I would never surrender to his charm or his demands. He might force me to accept his brutal actions, but he would never get inside my mind under any circumstances.
I was much stronger than him and at some point, he would be forced to accept that I would never be his possession.
No matter what I had to do.
CHAPTER 13
Sinclair
“Need some help taming her, boss?”
Enzo had no idea he was risking a fist in his face, but I had to admit the woman continued to surprise me. I finished buttoning my shirt and headed to the bar, needing a few moments to myself.
While everything about the incident inside the coffee shop kept a red flag flying high, I had my doubts Josette had anything to do with the attack.
But there was something there, a missing piece about her that I couldn’t put my finger on.
“Don’t push me, Enzo.” Even though I had a harsh tone in my voice, as I poured the whiskey, I was smiling. How could I not?
Although touching her had been the last thing on my mind.
Not with her defiance at the coffee shop. Or the fact she’d tossed a screen out the window. Did she honestly think I would allowher to jump from a third-story window and escape? Hs obviously didn’t know me very well. “She fucking heard Vincent when he was in the trunk.” I couldn’t believe it, although after everything that had occurred over the last few days, I should believe anything.
“Well, shit, boss. Do you think she’ll run to the cops? I mean you did save her life and all.” He had her purse in his hand. I snagged it from him.
The man had to be kidding me. “Enzo. Do I need to remind you that in addition to saving her life, I also kidnapped her, brought her to my house, and that I’m currently holding her as my hostage?”
He lifted his eyebrows and purposely coughed into his fist, muttering words that I could hear clearly.
And you fucked her.
Again.
And I would do so… again.
Fuck. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the weight of the last two days like a noose around my neck. “Yeah. And there’s that.” While hearing a thumping noise in my trunk neither meant nor proved it was anything other than a bag of seed for my lawn, my reaction had proven her correct. Not something to build any level of trust on.
“If you don’t mind me saying so, sir, she’s a hellion.” Enzo lingered in the doorway, chuckling under his breath. Not that I could blame him.
Hellion wasn’t the word for it, although I’d yet to find the right one.
“I have an errand to run. When I’m gone, make certain she does not try and leave this house. She’s locked in, but I doubt that will mean anything.” On top of fighting me, she’d broken a piece of art over my head. A piece that had cost well over ten thousand. Eh. It wasn’t the loss of money or even the artwork that troubled me.
It was her utterly rebellious nature. She’d certainly searched the internet, finding all the shitty articles on my family. So she knew what I was capable of without me telling her. Yet that hadn’t even slowed her down.
Fuck me.
