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He turned on the water, resting his forearms on the sink, the cold splatters almost painful. He finally filled his hands with water and splashed it on his face, then chest. A full minute later, he straightened and eyed all the pissed red dots on his chest and shoulders. He turned a little, following the nonstop warpath that continued around his back. Cock, face, head, and feet were the only things unbitten.
His adrenalin spiked as his mind relived that moment when the bat vortex had devoured him. Maybe ten seconds. That’s all it took to turn him into a pin cushion spurting blood.
He recalled his Petite Rebell’s reaction and made his way to the door, needing to see she was okay. And feel her. Kiss her. Then make love to her.
In the foyer between the living room and kitchen, he angled his head at hearing a familiar sound that set his pulse hammering. His gaze landed on the door leading to that bat room and his pulse sped up even more. They sounded…agitated.
Thick premonition snapped his head to the doorway leading to the porch. He hurried out, his fear eliminating all pain as he looked around. He whipped his head toward voices. Definitely a female. He hurried along the porch, eyeing the overcast gloom while looking around for his men.
The mumbles grew louder, indicating he was moving in the right direction. Definitely Felix’s nippy tone. He rounded the first corner, searching the back yard as his heart clobbered his chest. His blood hit an invisible wall at finding her near the dock sitting on a bench. With Ray fucking Drysdale. He spotted two of his men nearby as his legs went terminator, eyes fixed on the prick perched on the bench in his fancy suit.
What thefuckwas going on?
****
Felix’s heart tried to burst through her chest at the impossible sight of Nitro. “Andthere’smy husband,” she sang with a smile and wave, fighting to sound casual while pure rage and animalistic sex marked his steps. He was a visual orgasm and every female part salivated in hunger. But the fury, lord have mercy, that had her hairs standing on end. Took all her strength not to launch off that bench and hurry to explain what was going on. That couldn’t happen. Not after spending the past twenty minutes kindly demonstrating to Ray, the brother of that dump-truck-of-bullshit ex of hers that she was not the same naïve woman that fell under the spell of a man. Racing off to meet her glorious god of a husband would wreck that and she wasn’t giving a single cent more of her pride for that fool. Even if shewasone thousand percent takenwith Lukas. Mercy, was sheeverand didn’t regret a second.
The second Ray stood, she did too and there was no stopping her legs from hurrying down the pier to meet Nitro. She headed directly for him but judging by his look and pace, he saw only one person and it wasn’t her. “Why are you up?” she cried. “You’re supposed to be recovering.”
Her hands landed on those washboard abs, and he finally tore his murderous gaze from the man and aimed it at her. “What the fuck’s going on?”
The power in his words hit her guts like a punch and she told herself it wasn’t aimed at her. “You’ll behave, because he’s here to bring the deed to my land, free and clear,” she muttered quietly.
His gaze moved along her face then lower before moving back up to her eyes, his fury back to full throttle. “What are you wearing?”
“It’s my honeymoon dress and I surely didn’t know I was having this type of company.”
He stared right into her gaze for many seconds, his two-colored eyes storming with so many delicious powers she couldn’t breathe. He grabbed her face, and his tongue was in her mouth, thrashing with a breath stealing hunger. The potency sucked away any fears or concerns other than meeting his needs properly. “J'ai besoin de baiser ma belle cher.” He whispered his hot French right in her mouth, making her legs weak. Swampsations, to hear such dirty words. She wanted them on her gravestone. Well, maybe a bracelet.I want to fuck my pretty wifemight be a tad too scandalous.
She was suddenly set aside with his strong hands and staring at his backside. She swayed like a wilted flower in the wake of that kiss war he’d made on her mouth. And won.
“Hello, Mr. Lukas Dehmond. I was just here giving—”
“Where’s yourbrother.”
“He’s back in town, and I understand the hard feelings.”
“Do you,” Nitro accused with a seething disdain that unglued Felix from her spot and launched her toward them. “Get off this fucking property before Iburyyou here.”
“Was just leaving,” he hurried, raising both hands and side-stepping his massive frame before racing off with a “Good day, Miss Felix.”
She watched him run-walk down the pier looking like a cartoon in his pin stripe suit and silly top hat smack in the middle of a swamp. She turned and gasped at finding Nitro inches away, eyeing the man still. Her heart galloped as his closeness devoured her whole. She braced for his gaze, feeling it coming for her, knowing what it would do when it did.
The second his eyes lowered on her, everything in his expression shifted. From disgust and murder to hunger and murder. “How do you feel?” she asked, her words faint and withering.
“Like I need tofuckyou.”
The threat was as imminent as it was nasty and had her quaking in her own skin. She nodded of all things.
“You ready for that?” His boiling eyes burned along her face and again she nodded. “Go wait for me in bed while I talk to my men.”
She nodded. “Oui, Mon Bien Monsieur.”
He grabbed her face and kissed her again with a sound that was half growl half groan, letting her know what was coming.
****
Nitro had no doubt it was the combination of war threats, lust, and fury that gunned his engines, making him invincible. He was happy to hear the men were there as a precaution and that Noctambule sat in their Weigh Station getting the royal interrogation treatment that he very much wanted a part of.
