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“Cole.” Savannah races from the porch across the yard wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
“Cole, I need to talk to you,” she calls out again when I try to ignore her.
The boys exchange looks between them and start getting excited, until I eyeball them and they quickly head inside.
“Glad to see your fiancé got ya home safe,” I tell her, turning around to face her. It’s dark but she’ll be able to see all the blood I’ve got all over my face, clothes, and hands.
“Dan isn’t my fiancé,” She growls impatiently.
“Well, he seemed pretty confident that he was when I spoke to him. Congratulations. Don’t bother sending an invite to the weddin’.” I turn my back on her and get ready to stomp back into the bunkhouse, but she moves quick, grabbing my arm and pulling me back.
“How fuckin’ dare you? I deserve a chance to explain myself to you. Which is at least more than you’ve ever done for me.”
This girl has no idea what I’d do for her, and I’m prepared to give her up just so she’ll never have to find that out. Hearing that she belongs to someone else and how angry it made me has only proven that I was right before. I have to let her go. She made me feel again and now I know that having feelings is a weakness a man like me can’t risk.
“Cole.”
“Shut up.” I storm toward her, taking her by her throat and pushing her back until her shoulders hit the barn wall. I don’t care that I'm touching her skin with another man's blood on my hands. She needs to know who she’s fucking with, here. I’m no Dan, who wears cream-colored trousers and drives around in fancy cars. I’m a monster, who feeds off people's pain as well as craving my own.
I give into temptation and kiss her lips, hard and possessive. I’ll bet Danny Boy never had the balls to kiss her like this, and when I catch her tongue with my teeth, I bite it just enough to make it hurt.
She moans as her hips rotate against mine, proving I haven’t scared her enough to heed my word and leave me the fuck alone. I take my bloody hands and curl them into the collar of the oversized shirt she’s wearing, pulling it apart and tearing it off her body so she’s exposed in the middle of the yard wearing just her panties. I expect her to slap me again, but instead, she stares up at me daringly. She knows what I’m doing and the stubborn stupid bitch is gonna make me see it through.
I take a few paces back and look at how her body glistens in the moonlight, her pert, round tits, just the right shape for my hands, and her tightly puckered nipples taking the brunt of the cold night air. I want her to wonder what's going through my head. I want her to fear it so she’ll stop playing with myemotions. Yet she shows me no fear at all, she slides her hands into the waistline of her panties and drags them off her hips. They fall to the ground and she uses the tip of her toe to kick them up into my face. Instinctively I catch them in my hand and screw them up in my fist, then shoving them inside my pocket I push back up against her.
“You're brave to tease me when I’m in this kinda mood,” I warn.
“I’m not scared of you.” She shakes her head defiantly.
“I killed three men tonight. I left one of ‘em without a face,” I warn her, staring right into her soul.
“You tellin’ stories or you gonna fuck me?” She reaches between us and slides her palm over my cock through my jeans.
“I’m trying to make you understand why I keep pushing you away.” I clutch her jaw in my hand and let my fingers dig into her skin.
“You lied to me, and I’m real fuckin’ mad about that.” I hiss at her.
“I didn’t lie.” She shakes her head back at me.
“Did you love him?” I ask, even though I know her answer is gonna probably make me even madder.
“Yes, there was a time when I loved him.” She narrows her eyes at me. “But there was a time when you loved someone else too,” she reminds me, and I don’t know if she’s trying to make this worse for herself or if she’s trying to make some kind of point.
“You should go back with him,” I tell her, still not stopping her when she starts undoing my belt.
“I might,” she admits, sinking her claws a little deeper into my skin and attempting to scratch my heart out my chest.
I have to fight against the urge to beg her not to. It’d be best for us both if she did. I still decide that I should show her what she’d be missing.
I grip under her thighs and lift her up, wrapping her legs around my hips and let my cock stroke between her exposed pussy.
“You're so wet. Always so fuckin’ wet for me, Red. Did you get this wet for him?”
She shakes her head at me, almost looking hurt.
“Did he fuck you the way I fuck you?” I squeeze one of her ass cheeks tight in my hand and use it to spread her open a little wider for me.
“No.”
