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I slam my phone down on the counter. Despite how fucking well Coach seemed to take the news, I know once he sobers up, there will be hell to pay, and questions toanswer.

Do I think he’ll try to trade me? No. Because I know what Coach wants. The same thing I do -Brynne. And if I leave this damn city, she’s coming with me. Whether she likes it ornot.

The little brat thinks she’swon.

It’s almost comical. Because the thing is, I haven’t even startedplaying.

Game on,sweetheart.

Chapter 16

Brynne

Ibangmy head on the cold tiles of the shower as hot water sprays down myback.

What was Ithinking?

I wasn’t. That was theproblem.

I gotscared.

So, I did what I always do. I lashed out. But this time, I went toofar.

And I know I’m going to pay forit.

The creak of the shower door makes me jump. I spin around, but when I do, Kane is standing there – naked, with a look in his eyes that cries out for retribution. And I know what he wants –me.

Shit.

He moves towards me like a predator stalking his prey, and places his palms on the tiles behind me. Trappingme.

“What are youdoing?”

“I told you, we’re not done talking.” He leanscloser.

My back hits the cold tiles. I think about reaching out to push him away, but I know how that will end. With my palms pressed against his rock-hard chest, and my body melting into a puddle of lava at hisfeet.

“We can talk when we both have our clothes on.” My voice is weak, and even I hear the hint of fear init.

He chuckles darkly, the muscles in his neck and shoulders tensing and rippling, but he still doesn’t touch me. “I preferthis.”

“I prefer you not jumping me in theshower.”

A flash of anger mixed with lust burns in his eyes as his gaze roams over my body. “Haven’t touched you, sweetheart. But I’m going to. And you’re going to beg for it. Because you wantme.”

“You’redelusional.”

“And you’re a terrible liar. You always have been. No more bullshit, Brynne. You’re mine. Stop fightingit.”

Heavy droplets of water hit his chest, running down his abs, and I can’t help but follow their path, swallowing when I catch a glimpse of his hard, heavyerection.

Yeah, I’m totally screwed. Or about to be. And it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed him the way Idid.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but it makes the ache between my legs worse, because my mind conjures up all sorts of filthy images when Ido.

“You promised.” The words come out as a whimper, aplea.

“I promised you’d beg for my touch. And youwill.”

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