“Evie, are you okay?” she whispers.
No. I’m not okay. I’m going to have a heart attack if I stay here any longer.
Something snaps inside me. I drop my glass and stumble my way through the crowd, mumbling apologies as I fight through the bodies to reach the door. They’re all looking at me. I know it. But that’s nothing compared tohisgaze.Whoever he is, I can feel it on me as I finally make it to the door and bolt out into the night.
I run. I keep running. And I don’t look back.
3
DAWSON
Who the hell was that?
I’m still burning from the gorgeous woman that just ran from me. Did she think I would hurt her? Didn’t she see I just stepped in to get that dickhead Brad’s hands off her?
Just seeing him touch her ignited my jealousy in a way I am still trying to process. I’ve never felt something so acute and intense before. It just sparked in me the second I saw Brad put his arm around her. It was clear she didn’t want it, and I made a beeline straight for her.
It honestly took everything in me not to completely break his face after I saw him touch her the second time. But this is Trevor’s party, and I’m here on invitation. The last thing I want to do is ruin it for him.
I’m not the most social creature in the world, but Trevor is my second in command at my construction company. We came up together as I worked my way to the top, and we just finished renovating this place a week ago from the dump it was to the wonder it is now. I owe it to him to be on my best behavior.
So as Brad steps up and gets in my face, ranting and raving about how he’s gonna break my nose, I just turn my back onhim. He’s too much of a pussy to do anything. Guys like him only harass women because it makes them feel strong.
As I walk away, there’s still something going on in my chest. My heart is screaming. My chest feels like concrete cracking. How is she doing this to me?
I’ve had plenty of women before, and none of them have had this kind of effect on me. Seeing her triggered something primal and immediate. Blood surged to my dick, solidifying the hard-on I’m now doing my best to hide as I make my way through the crowd to the outside.
Her body is insane—the brutal curves she doesn’t even seem aware that she has. Her eyes shine with such innocence, and her lips…Christ, I can just picture those lips wrapped around my cock with her looking up at me all soft, worshipping me with her gaze.
I wonder if she could take me all the way down her throat…
My balls ache and my cock fights against my zipper, dying to be unleashed. I can’t stop picturing every inch of her body—her long legs and flat belly. But most of all, the way her jeans hugged her hips and ass.
Goddamn, the curves on her are absolutely brutal. Such femininity. I’m practically foaming at the mouth as I picture her panties beneath her denim. I wonder what color she’s wearing tonight. Are they lace? Do they match that sexy little top she had on?
Lace, styled like a corset, showing off her delicate collarbones and the long lines of her slim neck. I don’t know her, but it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing she’d normally wear. She seems more reserved than that. Shy.
I’ll bring out the bad girl in her.
She’s innocent. I know she is. It was written all over her face. But I’ll teach her everything…
I’ll teach her how to pleasure me just the way I like it. I’ll teach her how to take me nice and deep and moan my name.
This never happens to me. I’ve wanted women before, but this isn’twant. This is obsession. My sick thoughts just will not stop coming. I’m fighting to keep it together, but I can already feel myself coming apart.
I’m two seconds from busting in my pants, but it’s more than just lust now boiling over inside me…it’s something deeper, instinctual—a primal recognition. The kind you feel when you see something that belongs to you.
The kind that feels like fate.
That’s all there is to it. Whoever she is, whatever her name is…
She’s MINE.
That’s what I’ve been feeling since I tossed Brad to the ground and brought my eyes to her. And I feel it now as I stare out down the street where she ran off. It took every ounce of self-control I have not to follow her out.
But if I chase after her now, she’ll just run faster. I’ll terrify her. And I can’t have that. No. I’ll wait. Show her that she can trust me. And then I’ll corrupt her…
Her…who evenisshe!?
