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“Never? Not even once?”

“No.” He cocks his head as if he’s just realized something. “You’re jealous.”

“What? No!”

“Kitten, let me set you straight about something.” He comes closer, taking my hands in his. “From the minute I met you, I haven’t so much as looked at another woman. If you weren’t already married, I would have made you mine a long time ago. But I was trying to do the right thing. I was trying to be respectful. Now I’m not so sure that was a good idea.”

“What do you mean?” I whisper.

“If I’d known how much you wanted me too, then I would have acted on it years ago.”

He’s closing in on me, predatory in his approach. No more than a breath of air separates us, and even that feels like too much. A squeak of sound escapes my mouth, but before I can respond, his lips crush down on mine. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about this kiss. It’s hard. Hungry. Possessive. Wild.

His feral kiss goes on and on, incinerating me from the inside out and reducing me to smoldering ruins. I’m lost in his arms, quicksilver in my need for him. I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to, and I don’t. Everything within me screams for him. A kiss isn’t enough. I want more. I want everything. And now I know he wants me too.

Chapter 9: Nitro

She’s silk against my steel, pressing her hips into mine. If she didn’t have bruised ribs, I’d throw her down on the shore and make love to her right now. God damn Polson for hurting her. I’m nothing like him. I’d never injure a woman, so just this once, I’ll have to rein in my impulses and stop myself from following through on what I really want. I give her one last scorching kiss before releasing her. She teeters, so I quickly reach out to steady her before she can fall over.

“Wow,” she whispers.

“We should be getting back. This,” I point to her and then back to me rapidly, “isn’t finished. But you’re in no condition to handle how rough I can get, and I don’t want to break you.”

She nods and wraps her arms across her chest. The motion pushes her breasts up, and my mouth waters. I could just take one little taste without mauling her in the process. I’m not a total beast, except when I am. Shit, what am I thinking? If she knew how I was in bed, she’d run away as fast as her legs could carry her.

“Let’s go home.” I grab her hand and give it a light tug to get her moving. She glances at me before frowning. There’s nothing I can do about that right now, but later … damn. How can I explain my unconventional desires? She’s already been through so much. How could she possibly understand why I make certain demands in bed?

I shake my head to get rid of images of her tied up and helpless, tangled up in my sheets. I can’t think about that shit when I’m with her. It’s too messed up. If I can’t find a way to have normal sex with her, then we won’t be able to move forward together. I’m a deviant freak. It’s a problem I’ve had my whole life. Nothing in my world has ever been normal. Not my family. Not my childhood years. Not even my time with Underground Vengeance. Holly won’t understand unless I tell her everything about my past. I don’t think I can do that.

The ride home is pure torture. My cock’s jammed against my zipper, threatening to break it. Jerking off in the woods last night didn’t help one fucking bit. I still want her more than my next breath. When she finds out the truth, will she still want me too?

My phone buzzes in my pocket. The only time it does that is when there’s an emergency. Scar’s number is the only one set to vibrate. I take the next turnoff and pull over.

“Got a text from Scar,” I tell Holly.

I pull my phone out and check the message. Blackstone’s here. In Montana. Only a few miles away.

“Fuck!” A shiver wracks my body. I hate the involuntary reaction I have every time I see his name. Hatred fills my veins. The desire to race over to his mansion and kill him is overwhelming. I wish I could be that reckless, but he’s got too many guards. Believe me, I’ve tried to get close enough to kill him. It’s impossible.

“What’s wrong?” Holly leans forward, but I flick off the screen before she can read it.

“I’m taking you back. Then I have to do something.” I won’t be able to talk to her until I burn off this volcanic rage. I can’t focus when I’m like this.

“Nitro, are you okay?”

“No.” There’s no point in lying.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m taking you home first, where you’ll be safe.”

“Is it about Jeff?”

“No. Something else. I won’t be gone long.”

“I don’t want to be alone. Take me with you.”

“Can’t.” I throttle the bike. I’m about to take off when her hands slide under my shirt to graze my skin. I tremble with the need to feel her hands all over my body. She has no idea what’s going on with me, yet she’s trying her best to comfort me. Her kind heart knows no bounds, which is just one more reason why I shouldn’t destroy her with my poisonous past.

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