Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(31)

“You’re an *!” I shout. I grab his shirt and push him hard, all fear of what he could do to me gone.

His eyes widen, jaw clenching as he stumbles back.

“You better watch it, little one,” he warns, his words pissing me off more. The term of belittlement throws me over the edge.

“Or what? You’ll kill me, bury me with the rest of your victims?” I push him again, and he steps backward.

His chest rises as he looks down at me, his nostrils flaring.

Balling my fist, I blow a frustrated breath. I am unraveling.

“You’re such a –” I growl and turn to leave, my emotions getting the best of me.

“Hey, wait a minute.” He grabs my arm, and I swing around furious. My moment of trying to be the bigger person and walk away is gone.

“Don’t touch me!”

Grabbing onto his shirt with both hands, I shove him hard. Not letting go, I push him onto the hood of my car.

“I hate you! You’re such a prick!” My breathing picks up, my face turning red. “I—”

“Say it! Say you want me!” he hollers in my face, veins protruding from his forehead.

“No.” The word comes out eerily calm, my teeth clenched.

“You’re a liar. Why else would you be so upset? Because you can’t take me down? Maybe. But I think you’re really upset because you want me, and you can’t have me. Admit it.”

“That is not it.” My brows rise to ridiculous levels, my head shaking like a bobble head.

“I hate you, and—”

“You want me,” he whispers. “You want my mouth all over you, and my cock inside of you.”

“Damn you!” I scream in frustration. “Yes, I want you! Happy? DOES THAT MAKE THIS SITUATION ANY BETTER? Is it easier for you to know that I do, in fact, want you?” My anger has me so flustered that I finally gave in to the realization that I do want him, spilling my pent-up emotions. Yes, I want him, and I can’t have him. It pisses me off. I can’t put him behind bars, and I can’t have him in my bed.

His hands grab onto mine and before I know it, he’s turned us, him on top of me on the hood of my car on the side of the road.

“You think I asked for this? You think it’s any easier for me? You think I haven’t thought about your sweet mouth since that night? ‘Cause I have, and just f*cking thinking about you can get me killed!” He shouts so loud my ears ring, his nose almost touching mine. His face is red, the vessels popping out on his forehead once again. “I told you to tell me no that night, to walk away. But you didn’t. You were stupid. ”

A scream lodges in my throat, full of pure rage, and my hands grip his face, I want to kiss him, yet claw him all at the same time. To hear that he wants me just as bad has me teetering on the edge of giving in to my arousal, screw the consequences.

His head lowers but stops inches from mine, his mind battling his own demons. “And now, we’re both f*cked.” He smashes his lips against mine and I sigh into him, my mouth finally receiving what it’s been begging for since that night.

My leg swings around him, pulling him closer, and his hand slides down my thigh, hooking under my leg. The trail of his palm causes me to arch my body in to him. I’m on fire, my lungs screaming for air, but I can’t pull away.

“Why did you save me? Why are you protecting me?” I pant against his lips.

“Because you need to be protected,” he professes.

Grabbing onto his shirt, I roll us, landing on the road with a hard fall. Our new position conceals us from the cars passing on the highway. His arms are flexed, one holding him up and covered in dirt with broken pieces of concrete from our fall.

“I don’t want to hear that bullshit. Tell me why!”

Grabbing the lapels of my uniform shirt, he pulls me within inches of his face.

“Because you can trust me, goddamn it,” he seethes. “I want you, and because of that I feel the need to protect you at the same time.” His eyes flash with panic, like he didn’t think before he talked. My mouth hangs open, a small croak escaping my lips.

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fight this game of right and wrong. I want to feel him beneath my palms, have his rough touch on my skin.

Closing the gap, he presses his mouth to mine so hard, my lips bruise. His eyes are closed, his trust in me misplaced. Can he trust me? Should I trust him?

“Besides, the pull we have on one another is out of our control, Jillian. To act otherwise is just a waste of time.” The way he says my name should be a sin. The way it rolls of his tongue with such an edge, but sweeps through his lips like silk. The reaction my body has to it is unbearable. Come to think of it, how does he know my first name?

“How do you know my first name?” I whisper all breathy like, clearly showing how affected I am by him.

He smirks, his hair falling into his face. “Does it matter?” Biting my bottom lip I shake my head, my eyes sweeping across his face without shame.

“One of the deputies said it.” He smiles a toothy grin that is downright f*cking sexy, the sun shining within those dark eyes.

I’ve tried to look the other way, tried to ignore the wetness in my panties when I’m around him… but in the end, it’s always there. Lust. Desire. Countless thoughts and reenactments of how he took my mouth furiously.