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You’ve gotta be kidding me.
Don’t care. Right now, I just don’t care. Those are my shoes, and I only stop long enough to shove my feet inside of them so I can bolt for the front door.
The second I get outside, the first thing I notice is that it’s pouring. Like, skies opened up, water sluicing down-type of rain. I’m almost blinded by it, the force of the rain nearly flattening me as I take my first steps toward freedom.
They’re short-lived. Almost immediately, one hand goes to my throat, the other my waist, and I’m being lifted from the dirt and dragged away from the doorway.
My head swivels. Drenched from head to toe, his hair impossibly black thanks to the rain, I find Burns holding me.
“Burns? What are you doing here?”
“Weren’t expecting me?”
No. He was supposed to be on his way to work, and I was supposed to be on my way to freedom.
“I—”
“I’m off duty. Don’t go back to Springfield for two days.”
It hits me. The door wasn’t unlocked by accident. He left it that way. Just like how he waited just out of sight, standing in the pouring rain, waiting to see what I would do when
He’s absolutely bonkers. Dangerous, too. And tricky.
Worse, I can’t believe I forgot that for even a second.
Struggling against his hold, I gasp. “You tricked me?”
He moves us under the slim awning on the roof of the cabin I just escaped. Lowering me to my feet, he cages my body with one arm. The other? His hand goes right to my throat.
So do his lips.
Crazy fucker starts kissing my throat. I tried to escape, and he starts kissing me.
Finally, he lifts his head, pure madness in the depths of his dark blue eyes as he says, “I tested you.”
No shit.
“Why?”
“I own you, Angela. Your body. Your soul. Your loyalty, too. I will fuck you… that’s your body. I will marry you… that’s your soul. And, when you don’t take an easy out on what we have together, I’ll know I have your loyalty.”
“I’ve only known you four days!”
“You’ve known me for weeks,” he corrects, nibbling on my throat. With his hand as a collar, keeping my head pressed to the siding of the cabin, I can’t escape the warmth of his mouth. It’s such a contrast to the chilled rain, I find myself heating up despite my better judgment. “Since you gave me the daisy.”
That stupid, stupid daisy.
One last lick and, suddenly, we’re moving. Not toward the door, which is what I expected. Instead, he half-shuffles, half-carries me to the makeshift parking space next to the cabin. His SPD cruiser is parked next to an oversized pickup truck.
Using his strength, he bends me over his cruiser, hiking up the SPD shirt I still have on as high as it goes.
I yelp. The hood of the car is covered in rain, the metal holding the cold more than the cabin siding. It goes right through my shirt, stinging my boobs. They’re basically mashed against the hood as Burns forces me to arch my back, my ass sticking out.
“See. I already warned you, angel. Good girls get pleasured, and bad girls? They get punished.”
By the time the shirt is bunched around my waist, I’ve got a pretty good idea what kind of ‘punishment’ he has in mind.
It’s pleasure, all right. It’s just pleasure that he’s not adding to our little tit for tat arrangement.
