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“You need to disappear.” My voice is harsh when I speak. My friend takes a step away from me, shock in his expression. “I’m about to put phase two into action.”
“Phase two?” he asks.
I point at the front of the town hall, where everyone gathers for the fireworks that Anna mentioned. “Wait out there.”
“Dude, she looks like a nice girl.” Hugh raises an uncustomary objection. “Plus, you know Sander will kill you if you mess with his sister. He’s already after you for spiking his drink the other night.”
Snorting as I bellow with laughter, I have to bend in half when my mirth becomes uncontrollable. Seriously? He chooses now to grow a conscience. “Do you think I care if Sander comes after me? Let him explain his positive methylamphetamine test and his violent tendencies to his new coaches.”
With one eye on the restrooms for Anna, I usher Hugh toward the front of the hall.
Like the little drama queen, he voices his reluctance to leave me alone with Anna. “She belongs to the Shamrocks—you’ll start a war if you lose control around her.”
“I’ll be fine.”
When he looks like he’s about to express his doubts again, I shove him hard. “Fuck off.”
He finally gets the message, dropping out of sight. I shake my head at his ridiculous behaviour. I’m not scared of Sander’s reaction or the MC. In fact, I welcome their attention. Because I want them to know that it was me who ruined his chance at a professional basketball career.
I don’t care what it takes or who gets caught in the crossfire.
If I can’t have my dream, why the hell should he.
The lights that illuminate the town hall are switched off in preparation for the fireworks. Darkness descends, plunging the deserted area where I wait into pitch black. My position is hidden. Just like I wanted.
A dangerous lick of anticipation runs the length of my body when I see Anna emerge from the restrooms. She’s redone her hair; the golden locks that came free during our collision have been smoothed back into the bun she wears on her head. I find myself wondering what she’d look like with it down, the waves of burnished silk flowing around her shoulders and down her back. I want to know how her hair would feel wrapped around my wrist while I pump myself inside her flawless body.
A tiny sigh interrupts my lust filled thoughts, and I become aware that Anna hasn’t left the yard. She’s two metres away from me, leaning against the cinder block wall with her face tilted toward the dark sky. My expectation was for Anna to make her way through the yard to her friends and family. I was planning on intercepting her before she could get to them—a prudent consideration given her father’s the vice president of the Shamrocks as well as a well-known psycho.
Waiting, I mimic the angle of Anna’s head, only I’m not looking for the bursts of colour that are about to fill the sky. No, I’m silently thanking whichever dark lord has my contemptible interests on their agenda. Because having this gorgeous girl choose to willingly separate herself from the crazy men in her family is a definite sign that someone up there is looking out for me.
“Three, two, one. Happy New Year!” The countdown to the dawning of the brand-new year is shouted through a megaphone. The night sky fills with a kaleidoscope of colour, and the loud banging and whistling of the fireworks disguises my approach from my unsuspecting victim.
With unyielding hands, I trap her between the wall and my body. Pausing for two seconds, I let myself luxuriate in her scent—orchids, vanilla, and alluring innocence—and then I kiss her.
My movements are sure, unheeding of her stiffening frame. When she gasps, I push my tongue between her lips and plunder the inner recesses of her mouth. I smile when Anna’s knee lifts, ready to take out my balls. Her reaction makes me grin. She doesn’t know who I am, exactly how big I am, what I can do to her—yet she’s ready to take defending herself into her own hands.
Did I call her untouched perfection?
I miscalculated. She may be untouched by the hands of a man, but she’s no pushover. I sense the wildness that flows inside her. It’s a contradiction to the innocence she projects. A complement to the irritation she showed toward me when I tried to press her buttons. With my last name, it’s not often anyone is brave enough to outwardly defy me.
So far, Anna’s proven to be more challenging than initially predicted.
This girl is going to become addictive if I’m not careful.
Kissing her harder, my muscles tense, ready to keep her under control if she uses that knee on me, I take my fill of her mouth. I’m not certain what makes her lower her leg, but I’m surprised when her body loosens, and she leans back against the building.
I pull my lips from hers and whisper, “Happy New Year, Anna.”
A sigh is the only response I receive for a long, drawn-out moment until, with a shaky murmur that has my cock trying to escape my pants, Anna returns my sentiments. “Happy New Year, Alex.”
That single sentence is all I need. It’s confirmation that I have her where I want her. Proof that Anna Mayberry just conceded defeat in the first battle of a war she doesn’t know she’s fighting.
My next actions appear coaxing. I nip at her bottom lip and use my body to invade her space even more. Right now, I’m letting her believe that she has a say in how this will play out. She doesn’t. My faux magnanimousness is simply the start of my next game. Now that I’ve made Anna accept my proximity, it’s time to make her believe that what happens next is her idea.
I use my strength to move her reluctant arms around my neck, then I pull her soft curves against me. The stiffness solely drains from her until she becomes pliable, both in body and emotion. A shudder runs the length of her frame when I kiss her again.
This time, she is a willing participant from the start. Her tongue touches mine. Her fingers tangle softly in the hair at my nape. She tastes me, experiments with me. All the while exposing her innocence. Timid. Tentative. Testing. Anna’s inexperience is clear in every move she makes.
