Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Really?

The word rose.

Are you really going to end him? I just can’t see you doing it, can you?

Fantasy mingled with reality. Him kneeling in front of me, my gun pressed against his head, finger on the trigger. Could I squeeze it? Could I blow his brains out over the wall? But it wasn’t the violence that pulled my focus. It was him…on his damn knees.

The sound of his deep voice slipped under the door to reach me. I closed my eyes, my breaths deepening as I fixed on that sound. The water pummeled my body. All I needed to do was angle the showerhead to hit my nipples…Oh God.That urgent longing hit me right between my thighs. Desperation forced my eyes open, to find the bathroom door still closed.

I closed my eyes again and turned away from the door, curled my shoulders to hide my body, and let my hand trail down. It was nothing, right? Just release. Just a sick, desperate release. Then I could get my head back in the game. And I needed that. I pushed my finger in.

Just a nobody.

I squeezed my eyes closed. Shame and humiliation burned in my cheeks.

A nobody who likes to come all over my fucking sofa.

My finger slipped out, then joined with another before I pushed both inside.

Go on, nobody.

I braced one hand against the tiles, curling my fingers as I stroked.

Make a mess all over me.

A tremor raced, making me catch my breath.

“Go on.”

My body clenched.

“Fuckingcome.”

I yanked my eyes open as a cruel hand clasped around my throat. I was yanked backwards and slammed hard against the wall.

Stars, that’s all I saw…then there was him.

Those dark, hateful eyes were narrowed in on me. “You want to fuck, Helene?”

Water fell into my eyes, blurring him. Still, he was there…and so was my desire.

“Well?”He pushed closer.

I shook my head. “No!”

“Liar!”he spat the word.

Water stuck his shirt to his chest, that expanded with every consuming breath.

“Tell me.” Those words were a warning. “Tell me you weren’t thinking abouthim.”

Him?

My mind was slow to catch up, still captured by the fading white bursts behind my eyes.

“Michael DiAngelo,”he forced through clenched teeth.

I shook my head, but my mind was racing as I was shoved out of the stall.