Wrapping my hands around the outsides of her thighs, I squeeze as I call out her name two more times. She jerks and blinks, her eyes widening when she realizes that not only am I in front of her, but I’m close and I’m touching her, something I haven’t really done.
I’ve been keeping my distance, trying to ease my way into her arms, her life, and if I’m being totally honest, her bed, but that time is over. I’m finished being patient. Fuck that, I want her, and I want her now.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, keeping my voice low and soft, knowing that she doesn’t need rough or harshness.
She slowly lifts her head, her eyes find mine and I see the hurt deep inside of her. She’s not trying to hide it, but instead giving it to me tenfold.
“I don’t think I can be here anymore. I thought you were different, that this club was different from Edward, but you’re not. You’re all the same,” she whispers.
Jerking my head back, my eyes widen at her words. My lips part as I watch her. My initial reaction is to stand up, turn around and walk away from her. That accusation is complete fucking bullshit and if she can think that, then she doesn’t know fucking shit.
But.
She didn’t just come up with this conclusion, something happened. Then it hits me. She must have seen the video feed I’d hacked into. She had to have. Pressing my lips together in a straight line, I fight the urge to walk away and decide to stay, to talk, something I don’t think I’ve ever done before.
“That was the club that came here, that is the club we’re fighting,” I say.
She nods her head, her gaze searching mine. “What you were watching, that girl, I’m her,” she whispers.
I hum, my heart breaking for the girl she was, but that’s not her, not anymore. “No, you’re not, Taylee. You were, maybe, but you aren’t anymore.”
TAYLEE
He’s staring at me, watching me, and silently pleading with me. I’m not sure what he wants me to say, but if he thinks that I’m going to just accept what they were doing to that girl, if he thinks that I’m going to be okay with him watching it, intently, he’s wrong.
“I am, Daniel. I am her. There is no changing that.”
He clears his throat and shakes his head. “Baby, you aren’t. Look at you. Never knew a woman or man, for that matter, as strong as you.”
“Daniel,” I whisper.
He shakes his head. “We do bad shit. We do illegal shit. What we don’t do is torture innocents. Not at all.”
“I watched your group torture my brother, Edward, and the others,” I exhale, knowing that they are not innocent. Nothing about them was innocent. They do bad shit. They kill and torture.
“Were those people innocents?” he asks, still crouched in front of me, his hands gripping the sides of my thighs.
I move my head slowly from side to side, knowing that they weren’t. They were pure fucking evil. All four of them and I was actually glad to see them die, I wanted to watch every second of their torture, I wanted to watch their last breath leave their body. I liked it, and I don’t know what that says about me.
“They hurt you, they took from you, all of them, and they deserved exactly what they got,” he says, answering his own question.
Tears fill my eyes and I press my trembling lips together. Daniel doesn’t allow me to retreat into myself though, instead he shifts closer to me, lifting his hands from my thighs, he cups my cheeks as he wipes the tears from them.
“I am weak.”
“Not even for a goddamn minute.”
I lean forward slightly, my breath hitches when my lips brush his. “You scare me. I wasn’t scared of boys, of men, before all of that happened. Now you terrify me.”
He chuckles, his lips curving up into a grin. “You scare the absolute fucking shit out of me, Taylee, and I haven’t been through what you have.”
Before I realize what’s happening, his soft warm lips touch mine, they press against my own and I let out a moan at the sensation of his mouth against mine. Then when his tongue slips inside of me, I can’t hold back the groan.
Need and desire instantly fill me, a sensation that I haven’t felt in a while, a true ache shimmies throughout my entire body. I want him. Not just because my body was trained for that by that sicko, Edward, but because I simply want this man.
Chapter Four
WORM
Taylee trembles and I am unable to hide my smile, knowing that I’m the one who made her do just that. Nibbling on her bottom lip, I’m careful not to bite her too hard, unsure of what she can handle and what would upset her.
She doesn’t protest when my hands slide down her neck and travel to her waist, gripping her tightly. Her breathing starts to become labored, and she lets out a whimper as my lips begin to slide down her throat, sucking on the hollow.
Gripping the sides of her shirt, I want to rip it to shreds, but I don’t, knowing it could frighten her. “Daniel,” she calls out, interrupting my train of thought.
Lifting my gaze, I continue to suck on her neck as I peer up at her through my lashes.
“I need something more.”
Her cheeks tint pink from my words and my lips slowly spread into a smile. Without another word, I do what I want, which is rip her flimsy shirt into pieces. Tossing the fabric pieces to the side, I stand and take a step back.
Taylee tilts her head back, her gaze finding mine immediately before her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Fuck me, she looks fucking perfect.
Absolutely goddamn perfect.
She’s not wearing a bra, her breasts just enough for my hands. Those hands of mine itch
