Hell Breaks Loose (Devil's Rock #2)(28)

He grabbed her other hand, pinning it above her head. The move stretched her beneath him—all ripe, quivering female splayed under him, her breasts a lush pillow against his chest.

And he was naked, dammit.

He dropped his face into her shoulder with a shudder, inhaling her vanilla-sweet hair as he resisted the urge to bury his face in those tits.

She stilled, like a creature of prey coming into full awareness, caught in the sights of a predator.

“You really need to stop fighting me,” he groaned, thrusting his dick right against that sweet spot between her legs.

Another one of those satisfying gasps ripped from her throat, and he rocked himself against her again. Harder. Deeper. “You’re making it harder than it has to be. For both of us, Grace.” He laughed roughly, not missing the innuendo.

She panted as he rolled his hips, grinding into her. God, he was about to come like some inexperienced fifteen-year-old with his first girlfriend.

“All right,” she blurted. “I won’t fight you.”

He forced himself to still, lifting his face up from her hair. Her wide eyes glimmered in the dark. She wanted him off her. He was just a dirty felon scaring the shit out of her. “Right,” he got out between clenched teeth. He was going to need another cold shower.

Standing, he yanked her to her feet in one deft move and started dragging her through the woods.

“What would your mother say if she could see you now?” she asked in a shaky voice full of contempt.

He laughed. “My mother would probably ask to borrow money for her next fix.” That silenced her. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that explains a lot about me. Right?” His voice had gone cold. He heard it. Felt it, too. Just like he felt her gaze, as searing and judgy as one of those fine church ladies who used to drop off boxes of used clothes for him and Zane so they could go back to their nice houses and pat themselves on the back as they recounted their good deeds to all their friends.

She probably felt dirty because he put hands on her.

He closed his eyes in one hard blink. Bad memory. It did nothing to alleviate his hard-on.

She stumbled, and he wrapped one arm around her waist. Slipping his other arm under her thighs, he lifted her up again and cradled her against his chest. She yelped, her hand going around his neck.

He felt her glare on his face as his long strides ate through the woods. He didn’t even need to look at her to know those dark eyes of hers were staring daggers at him. She released a heavy huff of breath and crossed her arms tightly in front of her.

“Now you’re going to pout? Give it up. You’re not going to escape me.”

“I’m the victim here,” she reminded hotly. “It’s my right to be angry. To try to escape.” With that said, she resumed struggling and tried to break free as if she possessed no true fear of him. That thought did something to Reid. Made him feel funny on the inside. The perpetual tightness in his chest loosened a fraction, just enough to make breathing not such a f*cking struggle. It was always a struggle. Always a fight being him.

He tightened his hold and fought a smile. Maybe he was sadistic after all. He was actually enjoying having her around . . . captive and all.

“Escaping is only going to make me mad. Make me catch you and pin you down. And trust me, you don’t want me to do that again. Every time I pin you down I have to fight the urge to f*ck you.” Might as well be honest. Maybe that would scare her into behaving.

She went still in his arms. “You’re cruel.”

Her accusation sank sharp little teeth into him.

“You don’t know cruelty,” he snapped. “You haven’t been raped. Or beaten. Haven’t even missed a meal. I saved your ass back there in that house, princess. Not that I expect gratitude from you for it but—”

“You’ll get my gratitude when you release me.”

“Well, that ain’t happening yet.”

She was quiet for a few moments. “I can walk,” she said after a bit.

“Then walk.” He set her back down on the ground, still keeping a firm grip on her arm. They had reached the road by now and were halfway back to the cabin.

“You can let go of me. I won’t run.”

He smiled humorlessly. She blinked up at him so innocently, as though she thought he might actually believe her. “I don’t think so.”

They fell into silence as they finished walking back to the cabin. It was just the song of cicadas, wind, and their footsteps.

As they entered the house and stepped inside the warmly lit living room, her gaze dropped, looking him up and down. Hot color flamed her cheeks and her stare darted away.

He didn’t care. He resisted the urge to seize her chin and force her stare back on him. Let her look her fill. Let her see what she did to him. His fingers flexed on the smooth flesh of her arm. Whenever he was with her, it became all about her. What she did to him. What he would like to do to her. Everything else seemed to drop away.

That was dangerous. He’d already let her sway him off his course. For God’s sake, he was in this cabin with her and nowhere near Sullivan.

She twisted her arm, trying to break his grip. “Can you release me now?”

“I don’t know. It doesn’t appear that I can trust you. Maybe I need to tether you to me.”

Her chocolate eyes widened, sparking dark fire at him. “Please, no.”