Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Jesus.

I clenched my jaw, wincing at the blinding glare as the headlights bounced off the white walls before I killed them. I moved fast, driving my shoulder into the door and left it open as I rounded the car before I stopped.

What if she wasn’t in there?

What if this was all…over?

The idea of that hit me. I could see it now. One press of the button and the trunk was empty. I lifted my gaze to the garage door as it closed. She could be anywhere…I’d never find her. That savage need inside me would hunt. I knew that…even if I hated it. I’d spend the rest of the night driving darkened streets until the morning.

Then I’d search her name…and track her down.

I might even find her holed up with Michael DiAngelo, how about that?

Find her in his arms.

The pathetic bastard smoothing her fucking hair and crooning of love and protection.

Fuck that.

Thump!

I flinched with the blow.

“I know you’re there.” Her muffled snarl made the corner of my lips curl. “Let me the fuck out or I’ll piss all over your brand new carpet. Try getting that stench out.”

My smirk died instantly as I stabbed the button. “Do that and I’ll…”

She shoved upwards, hate burning in her eyes. “You’llwhat?” She stilled. “Tie me up? Strip me naked? Rape me? How about that, Mr.Cruz?”

Shit, that’s right…she knew my name.

I said nothing, just stepped forward, grabbed her hands and her waist in one move, and lifted her out. She gave a grunt when her feet touched down. But it wasn’t one of anger…it was of pain. She gave a hiss of agony, lifted one foot, and looked down.

The overhead lights glinted off a shard of glass embedded in her foot.

Fuck.

I thought I’d carried her over the glass from the crash? Looked like I was wrong. Only it wasn’t just the glass, was it? She bent sideways a little and there was fresh blood on my shirt…

Her wounds filled my head. Had she hurt herself trying to escape? Had she hurt something? Maybe it was when she’d almost fucking killed me? Yeah, maybe then. I narrowed in on her,veryaware of the sting around my goddamn neck, reminding me just how close I’d come to the end.

Only she hadn’t finished the job…why, I wasn’t sure.

Not yet at least.

I stepped closer, watching her snarl and take a limping step backwards, leaving smears of blood behind.

Her DNA was going to be all over this goddamn place.

Just like it was back at the apartment.

My cock came alive at the memory of her come all over my sofa.

I wanted more.

Over my mouth.

My cock.