4
ROURKE
What a little firecracker.
She ran like she thought she could get away. There was fire in her eyes, like she thought she could take me.
She can’t. I’m twice her size—three timesher size. And despite the fact that I did my best not to rake my gaze over her naked body, I couldn’t stop myself from snatching a glimpse of those plump, perky tits. Thinking about them now has me salivating. I want to run my tongue over every bit of her, every hidden inch. She’ll never know what hit her.
Even now as I walk behind her into the kitchen, the urge to snatch the fur blanket off her nearly overpowers me. Just one more glimpse of those tits.I want to get down on my knees and bury my face between her thighs. My cockthrobsunder my pants. My balls fill with cum as the lust in me reaches an uncontainable level. I want to bend her over my counter, slide inside that tight little cunt, and fuck her senseless. I want her moaning my name as her juices spill down her thighs and all over my balls.
As I’m losing myself in my fantasy, she lunges forward and grabs my chef’s knife from the block. Spinning, she slashes out atme with a fierceness that makes me smile. The fur falls from her shoulders, exposing her naked perfection. This time, I can’t fight my urges. I drink in every inch with my gaze.
Moving with a speed she did not expect, I duck under her arm and snatch her by the wrist, scouring her body with my eyes. Her tits bounce above her flat little belly, and her curvy hips frame her bare pussy like the treasure it is. Succulent and shaved, maybe even waxed, begging to be worshipped by my tongue.
She bucks back against me, but I have her pinned back over the island in an instant, my leg between her thighs.
“Calm down!”I snarl. She twists her wrist, dragging the edge of the blade across my bicep, drawing blood.
Fuck.
She yelps as I lift her, cinching my strong arms around her so she can’t move, and press her down against the granite. I swat the knife away and snatch her arms as she throws harmless punches at me.
“I said stop!” I bark, causing her jaw to drop as I get up in her face. With anyone else, I’d retaliate. But this girl has got a fire in her that has me burning.
“Can’t you see I’m trying to help you?”
“Oh?” she scoffs. “By tying me to a chair and threatening to kill me?”
“Are you tied up now?”
She purses her lips to spit in my face, but I seal her mouth with my palm. Something about that primal response throws fuel on the fire in me. The heat from her naked body beneath me inflames me, begging for my mouth.
“Calm down,” I repeat. She sinks her teeth into my palm, but I just stare back at her. When she realizes she’s not hurting me, she quits. After a moment, I lift my hand.
“So what am I then? Your slave?”
I cinch her wrists into my left hand and brush a strand of hair from her face. “Is that the kind of man you think I am, princess?”
Christ, Ilovethe way she fights back. Her cheeky backtalk and fiery insolence makes the blood rush to my center, and my adrenaline skyrockets as I gaze down at her beauty. That innocent face combined with the untamed wildness in her eyes as she searches for an opportunity to get the best of me. The tender, buttery soft flesh of her young breasts and her smooth, long thighs leading down tomy treasurebetween them.
I growl, picturing my lips tracing the silky skin of her belly and my tongue parting her lips to get a taste of her honey.
“You’re military,” she says, so sure of herself. “Your knife—military issue. The way you move. What are you? A Navy Seal?”
“You got a brother in the service, sweetie?”
I can already tell she doesn’t. This girl’s an only child, but she’s also smart as a whip. She pegged me for what I am almost instantly. Though she did makeonemistake: I’m not a Navy Seal. A squad of those guys couldn’t take me.
But if what she said about being sold to Damon Vale is true, there’s no way I can let her leave here. She maythinkshe can outrun him. Find someplace new to start over. But she’s wrong.
Damon Vale will not stop until he’s found her, and when he does, he won’t keep her as his wife. He’ll bury her in the dirt for inconveniencing him.
“Now come on, Avery, let’s get that cut cleaned up—”
Her jaw drops, and she goes bug-eyed. “How do you know my name!?”
I chuckle. “Your bracelet. It’s over there on the table. I took it off because it was freezing.”
