Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

She was escaping.

She was—

I didn’t run. I hurled myself downward, taking the stairs three and four at a time until I slammed my shoulder against the cracked open door.

She was there in front of the elevator, her arms wrapped around her naked body.

Ding.

The sound of the elevator followed. I lunged as the door opened and she leaped inside.

“Come on!”she howled as she frantically stabbed the button.Tap…tap…tap…TAP.

My boots slammed into the floor as I ran, and in the distance the elevator doors closed.

I was going to lose her…

I wasgoing to lose her!I lunged, desperately driving my hand out for it to be crushed. Agony came, shooting through my knuckles as the doors slowly opened.

“No…NO!”she shrieked, stumbling backwards until she slammed against the wall.

I sucked in hard breaths and slowly stepped inside, turning my head to press the button and close the doors. “Now…” my breaths were an inferno. “How is that any way to treat your host?”

“Youbastard!”She lunged, swinging her fist in a perfect damn hook…if it had landed.

But there was no room to move. Not for her, at least. I grabbed her wrist and stepped forward, driving her against the cold steel wall as we descended. “Iama bastard, Helene. I amthebastard. The one you’ll cower from. The one you’ll scream for.”

Faintly, I realized just how fast we were moving…and how warm her body was against mine. I reached between us, her breasts brushing my arm. Fuck if my cock didn’t twitch with the touch. Still, I worked the buttons of my shirt, then yanked. “Youwillput this on.”

She worked her mouth, then threw her head forward and spit in my face.

Spittle dribbled down my cheek as I clenched my jaw. My hard breaths were savage. But I kept control, driving her hand over her head and forced myself against her.

“You want to spit on me, Helene?”

She writhed, trying to get away as I lowered my head. “I could fuck you right now. You do realize that, don’t you? I’m hard enough. I bet you’re still wet, too. I could drive into your soft cunt, bury myself deep. I bet you wouldn’t even fight me…after a while.”

She stiffened with the words, then lifted her gaze to mine. “Go ahead and I’ll cut that cock off and shove it down your throat.”

Boom.

Boom.

BOOM!

My heart pounded with the threat. I grew hard at the rage in her eyes. She wasn’t just any woman. No, Helene Montgomery was a survivor. I licked my lips. That need bellowed inside me. I wanted her. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted any other woman before.

But the elevator thudded to a stop.

I stepped backwards, yanking her with me, and shoved her hand into the sleeve of my shirt. “There are more coming. Do you understand what I’m saying? There are more men, just like the ones in my apartment, coming. You want them to find you?”

I worked fast, driving her other hand into the other sleeve, pulling my shirt closed as the doors opened. I spun, making sure I was in front of her and reached behind, grasping her wrist.

“No,” she answered.

“Good.” I stepped out into the apartment foyer. “Then do exactly as I say and we might just get out of here alive.”

The muffled sounds of the city traffic grew louder as I dragged her with me. The moment I turned my head to the night desk and the pain in the ass behind it, Vernon Bridges, he turned his head toward me, his eyes widening as the sounds of night traffic died away once more.