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There goes his thumb again. Stroke.
I pull the lapels of his vest to the side. The sling makes it impossible to wear a shoulder holster. “Seems you lost the most important part of this would-be deal.”
“Don’t worry. My girls are close by.”
Stroke.
Jesus, save me. Hark might as well be playing with my clit.
I give his words more consideration. Is his price too high? He never said for how long. I could play him, get what I want and then pull my best Houdini act.
“He’s your enemy too, you know.” I try another angle.
His firm lips part. “I never said you had to pay for the bullets. Those are free. I’ll gladly plant a few between the eyes of your husband andthentake his bride for myself.”
His thumb stops the maddening strokes to press into the thump of my pulse. “Barbarian.”
His gaze turns…almost forlorn. Like he can never have what he truly wants. Yeah, well, that goes for both of us. The more I see of it, the more I’m convinced his life is not conducive for a child’s. And why he can never know about Heaven.
He releases my throat and takes my wrist in an electric iron-clad grip. We exit the small room to find the police station barren. Over a dozen cops and detectives that were there when I entered are nowhere to be seen as we head straight out the front door.
We round a corner and Hark doesn’t slow down when we nearly collide with a woman carrying coffee and a sidearm. Her shiny badge is pinned over her left breast pocket.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop us to ask about the ring of light fingermarks I know Hark left on my creamy Irish skin. Nope. She pretends we don’t exist and keeps on walking.
No questions asked, nothing. That kind of power speaks volumes without a single word leaving anyone’s lips.
Hark’s ultimatum rams a steel spike deeper into my spine the more steps we take. He leads me downstairs, past a curious couple arguing about getting their son out on bail for some stupid prank he pulled on the school principal.
They’re speaking loud enough for anyone walking by to hear. The second they spot us, they clamp their mouths but gawk at the bride in the ruined dress. I really need a shower and a change of clothes. It’s nearing mid-afternoon and the sun has baked the sidewalk. I don’t care about the hot cement or the pain in my feet. I almost welcome it. Because if nothing else, the stabs of pain bring me back to reality.
I jerk my wrist free or try to anyway. He must have anticipated me trying to make a run for it because his grip turns to forged steel.
I dig my heels in. “No.”
Powerful dark eyes turn on me. We’re standing at the mouth of an open alley when he comes to an abrupt stop sending me to plow into his back.
“No, what?” he grunts, his eyes alight with the prospect of me running.
I briefly swing my gaze over my surroundings. With the cops of no use to me, I can see how far I can get running with a wounded Dragon on my ass. And then what? Try the FEDs?
Or, the truck is only twenty feet away. True. I’d have to get around the massive wall of male alpha, but I have a bigger problem. No keys mean no dice. And I don’t think he’s reckless enough to leave them in the ignition.
My stubbornness meets his. “You can’t have me. I’m not anyone’s pawn. Not anymore. Letting my emotions get the better of me is what got me this.” I point to my slashed face. “And the broken heart I can’t seem to fix. So, no. Your price is too high.”
He’s walking us backward, deeper into the alley. My last words make him tumble. Or it’s the uneven asphalt. Either could be possible.
He releases my wrist only to clamp an unforgiving arm around my middle. He lifts and I tuck my legs around his waist. It’s that or we both take a fall. My back hits the rough bricks of a wall.
Trapped.
I suck in a harsh breath. I press my palms against the wall, afraid to touch him. Not only because I could hurt him, but because of what he does to my control. Using his waist, my thighs, and the wall at my back I somehow stay in place.
“What are you doing? You’re crazy if you think I’m going to let you do anything to me.”
My heart races and truth be told, I love it when he’s rough. And so does my body. The heat that betrays me and slips to wet my panties would give me away in a heartbeat if he were to check.
“Who says I need permission?” Those hooded eyes dip lower. Past my lips to caress over the swells of my breasts.
