Page 21 of Run, Little Rabbit

His hand shoots out and wraps around my arm, just above my elbow. “You need to leave.”

He didnotjust put his hands on me without my permission. I yank my arm out of his grasp and step up into his personal space. I don’t care who this guy is; that is a definite no-no. Can you believe the fucking audacity of this asshole?

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I ask as the guy stares down at me, a snarl twisting his pretty mouth. He looks pissed.

Beyondpissed.

He growls—legitgrowls—at me. “Leave.”

I scoff. I cross my arms and cock a hip. “I don’t think so. Not without an apology.”

His dark eyes narrow, and he sweeps them down my form again, assessing me like an insect under a microscope. I know I’m not much to look at, but I do know how to throw a punch, which this guy is going to motherfuckin’ feel if he doesn’t apologise.

Am I being irrational? Probably, but the chat with Kai pissed me off. Being in Volkov territory all evening has had me on edge, and I’m so tightly wound up, I either need to kill something or fuck someone.

The masked man growls again, and the sound rumbles against my soul.

Who knows, maybe I’ll be lucky enough to fuck this guy before I kill him.

“An apology?” he says with a snort. “You’re the one who’s wandered where you shouldn’t. For all I know, you could be a spy sent back here to snoop. If anything, you should be apologising to me.”

Craning my neck back, I look up at him through my eyelashes, fluttering them like a grade-A hooker. “But I just got lost. It was so dark, and I got turned around.”

He wraps his hand around my jaw before I take another breath. Fuck, he moves fast. “We both know that’s a crock of shit.”

His hand is rough against my skin, and I can tell he’s a man that does his own dirty work. God, that thought’s hot. Have those hands taken a life?

“What are you going to do about it?” I know I’m goading him, but that need for chaos and anarchy is taking charge.

“Oh, princess, you don’t want to challenge me.”

A breathy laugh leaves my lips. This guy has no idea who he’s messing with. It’s almost adorable that he even thinks he stands a chance against me. “You’ve got that wrong, sugar. There’s more to me than meets the eye.”

He laughs disbelievingly, and it unleashes an unexpected wave of anger in me. It’s sudden and potent, and a satisfying crunching sound fills the air, followed by a sharp pain in my knuckles. I haven’t even registered what I’ve done until I see the murderous glare in his eyes.

And the blood.

So much blood.

Oops.

Chapter Nine

Maxim

She broke my nose.

The little pint-sized hellcat broke my fucking nose! And as if today couldn’t get any worse. After dealing with Alex and then finding out one of my cases of weapons was missing, the last thing I needed was to be challenged by a slender five-foot society princess.

But fuck, can she pack a punch.

“Fuck!” I yell, as I whip a handkerchief out of my pocket to soak up the blood streaming down my face. I hadn’t even seen the hit coming. I wasn’t even thinking about my own safety; I didn’t think I needed to. Suppose ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ is a cliché for a reason.

I shouldn’t have engaged with her; I should have just moved on, but hell, maybe I was looking for a fight. Or an argument at least. Something to take my pent-up anger out on.

Well, that fucking backfired, didn’t it? I’m such a fucking moron.

I take in the woman in front of me. She’s over a foot shorter than me. Her green eyes are wide with fear, as they fucking should be, and her mouth, which I notice would look impressive around my cock, forms a little ‘o’ in disbelief.

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