Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(57)

Shit!

I charged, bowling after her, squinting in the new dawn. Tess was fast, but she was no match for me. I gained on my runaway slave and every black part of me yelled in triumph. My mouth watered with freedom.

I’m going to show you why you don’t run from me.

I wouldn’t be able to control myself when I caught her. I wouldn’t have any hope at stopping what would happen. I would throw her down, rip off my trousers, and bury myself so f*cking deep inside her I’d guarantee to make her scream.

Each whizzing heartbeat sang a different story. Run. Stop. Run. Stop.

There would be no stopping. Not until I’d wrung myself dry inside her.

Then, from my peripheral vision, a hurtling black suit and pumping arms appeared. Franco tore after Tess, effortlessly grabbing her, clamping his arms around her panting body.

I blinked, unable to believe what happened. Not only had Franco saved my reputation with the outside world, but he also saved me from raping and destroying her.

My entire body wanted to pounce, to drive deep inside. I needed to claim her. I needed to remind her she should never f*cking run from me.

The beast inside howled. I wanted what Franco had stolen. I wanted the rage and freedom to hurt her. I’d been so close to taking her. So close to not caring about the aftermath.

Tess screamed, squirming in his arms. His green eyes flashed, managing to slap a hand over her mouth, locking her tight against him. Franco’s arm wrapped around her middle, carefully avoiding any part I’d kill him for touching.

His eyebrow rose as I skidded to a halt.

Jealousy took three long seconds to hit.

But when it did—f*ck it crippled me.

Green. Hot. Liquid jealousy.

Fuck, he was touching her. Double f*ck he was touching her naked!

I stalked forward, clenching my fists. “Franco…” My voice wobbled with pent-up, spewing aggression. “Get your motherf*cking hands off her.” I’ll rip out your jugular.

“If I let her go, she’ll run. Before you kill me, give me your shirt.” His eyes dropped to my chest. All I wanted was blood. Rivers of it. His. Hers. I didn’t really f*cking care.

With barely functioning limbs, I ripped it off, sending buttons flying.

My teeth chattered with the urge to destroy the f*cking bastard. How dare he have his hands on my naked woman! Tess’s eyes were wide, drinking in my rage. She moaned, trying to speak behind Franco’s hand, but he kept her silent.

“Donne-la moi! Maintenant.” Give her. Now, I snarled.

He nodded, opening his arms. With a shove, he forced Tess to stumble forward. I took one step, grabbed her elbow and spun her into my furious embrace. With one hand, I wrapped my shirt around her, breathing a little easier when it covered parts no other f*cking male should see.

I still wanted to f*ck her, but I was obsessed with protecting my territory. Another man had threatened what was mine and the urge to slam her to the ground and claim took second place.

My eyes locked on Franco. He glared right back.

“Don’t touch me. Get off me!” Tess wiggled; I smacked a hand over her mouth.

“Shut up,” I growled. “Seriously, now is not the time to f*cking push me. You will not like what happens if you do.”

I didn’t give a rat’s ass if that made no sense to her. Would a trafficker say that? I didn’t know. But it was the goddamn truth and my blood infernoed with the need to take her. Every part of my body felt foreign and sharp and so on edge.

My gaze returned to Franco. Fuck me he’d held her. Naked!

His body tensed, falling into a supple position, ready for a fight. “Mercer—think about this.” His eyes narrowed.

Think about it?

His hands on her naked skin. Her body pressed against him. Naked.

The beast howled with utmost possession. He’d touched my property. He’d seen what no one else was allowed to see. No one! It didn’t matter that he’d been in the room when we’d found her. Naked and spread-eagled on the bed in Rio. It didn’t matter he knew she was mine. It didn’t f*cking matter, because I needed a fight. I needed something. Anything to stop myself from spiralling into this dark pit of hell.

“It’s okay, Mercer. She’s yours.” Franco held up his hands. “Seriously, I get it.”

My nostrils flared as I struggled for control. My fists wanted nothing more than to connect with his jaw.

His head tilted; apprehension filled his eyes. “Is it going okay? You’re not…um...not losing it are you?” He inched closer, eyeing me up.

I wished fire would sprout out of my gaze and burn him. I wished I had spare arms to punch him in the chest and kick him when he fell. I was violent. Bloodthirsty. Oversexed. “Do you think I’m not strong enough? That I’ll give in?” My voice held a deadly undertone.

He shrugged. No judgement or fear existed in his face. “Just asking. Don’t want you to f*ck yourself up while trying to help her.” He smirked. “Excuse me for saying, but you look completely manic.”

I’d bottled so much up, I was ready to explode. I probably looked like a f*cking psycho.

His eyes fell to Tess squirming in my arms. Her lithe body rubbed my cock in such delicious ways making me throb with an orgasm living permanently in my balls. “Having difficulties?”

A loud laugh exploded from my mouth. Difficulties? Try mountains of them. The laugh helped demolish the tension in my limbs. It turned dark, petering out.