“You fucking?—”
“Boss is waiting,” another man says, halting him. Wise man.
“Shut the fuck up, Dawson,” Wes growls.
“We’ll be following them. He can’t do anything stupid.”
Wes needs a little more time to sulk over his tragic loss, but eventually he hauls himself into the first SUV, stomping his legs like a toddler denied cotton candy.
They fire up their engines but just sit there, waiting for me to start mine, too.
How noble.
I walk up to my bike, dragging her behind me.
“I can’t believe you actually?—”
“Listen up,” I interrupt her, making her eyes widen. “You dragged me into this pit of shit with you, and I don’t even know the reason behind this circus.”
“I’m doing it to help you. Father was going to kill you.”
I hum with a smile. “Cute story.” I take a step closer, towering over her and trapping her between me and my bike. “But let’s get some things straight. I’m not a fucking hero, nor a prince willing to risk his cute hairstyle to save the damsel in distress.Iset the rules and you have to do as I say. Are we clear?”
She gulps forcefully, her eyes never leaving mine. “Clear.”
She’s so entertaining. And terrifyingly sexy. Damn it!
A smirk crosses my face.
“Congrats, little orchid. You picked the right monster.”
“M-Monster?”
Her words curl with that faint hiss whenever her tongue touches an “s.” Christ, I love it. And that raspy voice … It fucks me up.
My eyes linger on her full lips a little longer. They’re so fucking alluring and fuckable.
I realize too late that I’ve been biting my lower lip. I’m still stuck on how goddamn sexy she is. It’s pathetic.
I run my fingers through her loose, dark brown hair, savoring the way her eyes follow my hand, unintentionally pulling herself back.
“Little orchid, I don’t need chains to keep things close …” My fingers run lower on her pulsing throat. Her breathing is erratic, and her eyes seem incapable of tearing away from mine. “Just the right pressure in the right place.”
“Isabella,” she breathes.
“What?”
“My name is Isabella.”
“Isabella,” I repeat, savoring the way her name vibrates on my lips. “Wear this.” I nod towards my leather jacket.
“Uhm … Isn’t it too big for me?”
“I’ve changed my mind. Go with them instead, will you?”
“No, no, okay!” she protests, her long lashes fluttering.
She grabs my jacket, slips it on, and zips it up. It swallows her whole.
