Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

The corner of her mouth trembled andtherewas that rage. I couldn’t help but enjoy every second as I reached down and slid the satin band of her panties back in place before I fixed my slacks. “Now, seeing as how you can’t be trusted…”

“Try it and I’ll—” she stared.

But she didn’t have time to finish before I yanked her forward, then bent and lifted her over my shoulder. Her blows were instant, slow this time, and not quite as strong. I took a fist to the side of my head, and one on my ear, which made my head ring. Still, I carried her back down the stairs and through the house toward the bedroom.

“Can’t have you running away now, can I?” I tossed her gently back onto the bed. “Not until I put a tracker in you.”

“Do it, and I’ll bite it out.”

I lifted her hand and locked the cuff around her wrist to tether her to the bed. “You know? You’re the first woman who’s said that who I believe would.”

She glared at me, that hostile stare spewing as much disgust and hate as one could without saying a word, and for the first time in my life, I was struck by the beauty of her. It was stupid, mortifying, really. In my entire life, I’dneverfound anything perfect. Not by looks, or by attachment.

But she was.

She fucking was.

Her chin jutted up, those perfect lips parting slightly to show her teeth.I could fall for her.The thought chilled me to the bone.“Stay there.” My voice was a croak. “I’ll get you water.”

She said nothing.

Just raged.

Christ, she was cute.

I walked out and stopped just outside the bedroom door. My pulse was erratic. But that wasnothingcompared to my mind.What the fuck are youdoing? Seriously. What if…what if the others found out?

Heat ripped through me, jealousy and anger followed. I didn’t give a fuck…not anymore.

I raked my fingers through my hair and headed into the kitchen, grabbing two bottles of water from the refrigerator before looking at the mess I’d left behind.

How are they?

Jesus, I’d sounded smug.

A little dry, actually.

The corner of my lips tugged a little higher. If anyone else had said that to me, they’d be dead. But not Helene…no, not Helene.I turned, staring at the hallway, hating that seething, savage pull to return to her. I needed to figure this out. I needed time.

Yes, that’s what I needed.

Time…with her.

I gripped the bottles and headed back to the bedroom. I couldn’t think about anything other than her right now. I licked my lips, my cock hardening at the thought. I couldn’t even stay away from her for a second, could I? Not a goddamn second.

Fuck.

Darkness waited as I cracked open my eyes. Darkness followed by the low, throaty moan of a woman beside me. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air. The cloying taste was followed by hunger, hunger like I’d never felt before.

My body came alive, making me search the gloom for the outline of her body. I fucking wanted her so bad it might ruin me. No, so bad,shemight ruin me.

I shoved the sheet aside. Cool night air swept over my bare legs as my hand found the warmth of her thigh, then the smooth satin band of the bodysuit I’d forced her to wear.

I’d forced a lot of things.

Still, I couldn’t seem to stop myself, not where she was concerned.

I rolled over, shoved my boxers down low, and reached for her pussy. She woke the moment I yanked her panties aside and pushed my way between her legs.