Page 10 of His to Possess

Thoughts of kicking her ass raced through my mind.

I took another deep swallow, savoring the way the vodka slid down my throat in a slight burn and refusing to turn completely in his direction. He would need to be the one to chase me. Not the other way around.

“And we meet again, lovely Kathleen. I do hope under more positive circumstances.”

His deep baritone was smoother than velvet with a dark and husky vibe, my panties damp from the sound alone.Get a fucking grip.“Maximillian. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were following me.” I carefully placed the drink on the bar, applauding myself for not knocking over the glass. When I turned to face him, I was just as taken aback as I had been before. He was gorgeous in a roughhewn way, masculine and rugged. Even in the dimly lit bar, his carved face seemed to be illuminated, highlighting features that were gorgeous with a dash of sensuality.

He was much taller than I’d remembered, at least six foot four, his curly yet shaggy midnight black hair far too enticing. Fingers were meant to be tangled in the thick strands, tugging as he…

Fucked me.

Jesus. Hell, no, I wasn’t going to think this way.

I eased as far against the edge of the bar as possible, sweeping my gaze up and down the length of him. Maybe I’d allowed my guard to fall too easily. The badge I’d seen from the day before was no longer positioned on his belt, but anyone could purchase fake credentials from some internet site. I was no fool.

He smiled, his perfect white teeth and full lips captivating, which was truly ridiculous. While he wore a sculpted leather jacket hiding most of his upper torso, I’d been able to see his luscious form; long, muscular legs and chiseled hips, a broad chest, and massive shoulders. He was sex and danger wrapped up in a tempting package.

“The sad truth is that I come here far too often after work,” he said as he motioned to the bartender, crowding my space.

The heat was intense, more so than I’d remembered. There was no place for me to go, no ability to shift even inches away from him. In the seconds our bodies touched, every nerve ending was on fire, my heart thumping wildly. I couldn’t understand my reaction. This just wasn’t like me.

“And I do hope your day has gotten much better,” he added.

“Hey, Max. Haven’t seen you in a couple of days. Whatya have?” the bartender asked as he leaned over the bar.

“Tonight, a quick shot of bourbon,” Max answered.

The bartender chuckled knowingly. “You got it, my friend and oh, this one’s on the house. Appreciate all you do for us.”

“Not necessary. You know how I am, Buddy,” Max told him.

Buddy held up his arms, backing away with a grin on his face.

“Seems like he knows you well,” I said as casually as I could manage. If he was friendly with the owner, then he had to live around here. I wasn’t certain whether I was happy about that fact or should file a restraining order. I bit back a laugh at my overreaction, reminding myself at the nasty shit I’d tossed at him for no good reason. Seeing him here was almost as embarrassing as it was titillating.

“Buddy and I have been friends for a couple years. He’s a nice guy.”

“You say that as if you’re the complete opposite.”

He turned his head, studying me intently. “No one has ever called menice.”

I shuddered, hearing the way he muttered the word.

He kept his dark stare for a full minute before continuing. “Anyway, his bar is basically on my way home. I make certain there aren’t any assholes climbing down his throat. And there are always worthless pieces of shit who deserve to have my fist shoved into their mouths.”

“I’m not certain if you’re attempting to impress me or scare me off.” I knew I should just walk away. The guy could be far too dangerous.

“Just telling the truth.”

As Max shifted, I took a deep breath. Even the scent of him was a sheer indulgence, the fragrance a mixture of absolute testosterone and heady spices. I was almost drunk from the single inhale. “A tough guy, huh?”

“Actually, I’m a cop. I live a few blocks from here and I protect my own,” he stated in a husky tone, his eyes locking onto mine.

Dominating.

Possessive.

I’m going to lick your sweet pussy after giving you the discipline you deserve.

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