Chapter Five
Scarlet
The huge leather-clad biker looming over me has just guessed my biggest secret.There’s no denying it.A past I’ve kept hidden for so long.I’ve never shared the details about that night when Billy had been given a bottle of rum as a gift and drank the whole damn lot.
Perfect opportunity.
Perfect crime.
Perfect murder.
Except I didn’t consider myself a murderer.I was a survivor.Billy had been bad news from the moment he’d walked into my clinic in his suave suit and wearing his flash watch.It had just taken an engagement and a wedding to find that out.Fancy holidays and a nice apartment didn’t make up for the fact his temper was lightning fast and vicious, and he was free and easy with his fists.
“I wasn’t there when he died,” I manage and look warily into the blue eyes studying mine.“I was at work.”
He cups my face in his warm hands.His palms are a little rough.“It’s always a good call to have an alibi.”His stare is merciless and penetrates my deepest, darkest memories.
“Is that what you do?”My voice is breathy.What is he doing?Why is he encroaching on my personal space?Touching me?Why is there naked lust in his eyes?Does it reflect mine?
My heart rate picks up and a tremble goes up my spine.His legs touch my inner thighs and it’s as if he owns my space.Crowding me.Leaving me nowhere to go but closer to him.
“I really fucking admire what you did,” he says in a low rumble.
I don’t reply, that would be admitting I’d killed my bastard ex-husband.
“And it’s a real fucking turn-on, too.Strength.Determination.Resilience.”
I swallow.My mouth is dry.Is that what he really thinks?
“A real fucking turn-on.”
Damn, the man is sexy and bad and I wonder just how good he would play my poor sex-denied body if I let him at it.
His lips touch mine but he doesn’t kiss me.I catch my breath.
“I really want to fuck you, Scarlet.Like, my dick is so damn hard right now, it’s goddamn painful.”
I whimper as his words rattle around my brain.Fuck.Now.Him.
“Say yes.”Still his lips move against mine but he doesn’t kiss me.
My pussy clenches and my belly tightens.Adrenaline is still surging but instead of fight-or-flight, my body chooses fuck.
I fist his cut, screwing the soft worn leather into my hands.“Yes.”
