AllFreeNovel
Share Us
With a huff she walks away, but I know she’ll either try her luck with me again later tonight or tomorrow.
The guys arrive and we start drinking and joking around the way we do at parties, but my eyes are always on the beauty who suddenly gets ready to leave at ten o’clock.
It’s way too early to leave, and I’m sure she doesn’t have a curfew.
Billie weaves through the crowd with her purse clutched to her chest, and instinct makes me follow like the predator I am, stalking my prey.
I wait until she gets way down the long driveway, which is practically covered with cars, before I wolf-whistle at her, and she glances over her shoulder at me.
In the moonlight, her beautiful face contorts with the perfect combination of fear and disgust.
Fear looks pretty on her I realize when I walk closer.
She almost stumbles over her feet when she picks up her pace but keeps going on shaky legs.
“Did you wear that dress for me?” I call out.
“Why would I do that?”
“Maybe you knew I’d think it was sexy as fuck.”
She keeps walking and I follow, falling in step with her.
“I wore this dress for me.”
“Of course you did.”
She glares at me.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” I brush the edge of her elbow and she recoils.
“Me? What me?” She keeps going and stops at her car.
“You know what.”
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
Before she can get into her car and drive away, I reach for the door and hold it shut.
“I told you to leave me alone,” Billie sneers.
“And I told you we’d only just begun.”
“You need to leave me alone. This is stalking. I have pepper spray for creatures like you.”
I laugh. “Baby, I’m in the Bratva. Do you really think pepper spray is going to stop me from doing whatever I plan to do to you?”
She swallows hard and seethes. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You shouldn’t ask a guy like me questions like that.” I reach out and touch her cheek.
She flinches, turning her face, but the brief contact with her soft skin heats my blood.
“Don’t touch me.”
I lean forward and inhale her, taking in the scent of roses and something feminine.
“Why? I think you would quite like being touched by me. I peg you as a screamer, though. The same way you like to tell tales you shouldn’t speak of.”
