nb1 by Lora Leigh Page B

you, what I’ve needed for years, and turn it into some kind of damned war game.”
    “I want you until I can’t breathe, dammit,” he growled back at her. “I haven’t taken a comfortable breath since you developed breasts. But he’s going to come after you again. Sooner or later, you know it and I know it.
    What happens if he catches me off guard? If he gets to you again?”
    “I’m careful…”
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    NAUTI BUOY
    “I snuck up on you yesterday morning,” he snapped. “Do you have any idea how easy it is to get past even Dad’s security system? Do you think you could have stopped him even if that window had been closed and locked?” He saw the truth in her eyes. “Forget that, Kelly. The other girls he raped couldn’t stop him. He raped one of them while her parents slept only rooms away from her. You can’t hide from him, and you can’t run.”
    “Stop yelling at me!” She pushed him back furiously, her hands cracking against his stomach as she slapped against it to forcibly put distance between them.
    “You aren’t listening to me,” he snarled.
    “And I won’t listen to you,” she screamed, the tears falling from her eyes, her face pale, her eyes raging with fury and the sense of betrayal he could see tearing through her. “You call this love? Setting me up? Oh God, Rowdy, how could you do this to me?”
    A sob tore through her body as she stared up at him, her fists clenched at her side, tears wetting her cheeks and breaking his heart.
    “Do what, Kelly?” he finally asked wearily, shaking his head. “Want you safe? Well? I’m telling you who and what I am, and what I am endangers you with this bastard anyway if he’s even heard of me. Dawg, Natches and I have been sharing our women since we were old enough to understand what our dicks were made for. You know that as well as anyone else does. Loving me doesn’t mean you have to do shit about it.
    Loving you doesn’t mean it’s something I have to have. But we’re talking about more than that now. We’re talking about your life, and I’ll do whatever the hell it takes to keep that bastard from ever touching you again. Ever, Kelly.”
    “And how do you know it wasn’t one of them?” she threw in his face.
    “It could have been either of them. He tried to rape me anally, Rowdy.
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    Lora Leigh
    And the three of you are considered the ass-fucking kings, so tell me how you know it’s not one of them.”
    “Because they know me,” he snapped back. “And they’ve watched you twitch that little ass at me since you were a teenager. Trust me, baby, if it was one of them, they would have never made the mistake of believing that good girl persona you project to every other man close enough to watch you. You’re a good girl to the world, but you, baby, are bad to the bone when it comes to me. I know it, and you know it. You just have to accept it.”
    “Get fucked!” she screamed back, enraged, her face flushed red, her eyes glittering now with a fury he’d rarely seen in her.
    He smiled. A slow, teasing, wicked grin that only fueled her rage as his gaze dropped down her body then back up.
    “But darlin’, ain’t that what we were talking about?”
    Before she could do more than gasp he had her in his arms again, his lips covering hers, his tongue slipping past her lips to taste the wild anger and arousal pumping through her.
    She didn’t think. She didn’t fear. He felt her hands grip his shoulders, her little nails pricking against his flesh as his hand moved beneath her shirt, to her thighs.
    “Damn you,” he growled, lifting his head to stare into her dazed, stormy eyes as his palm cupped the hot flesh between her thighs, the heat of his flesh searing her even through her jeans. “I bet you’re wet, Kelly. So fucking wet it’s seeping through your panties.”
    He pressed closer, feeling her hips buck at the pressure against her clit.
    “Feel good?”
    “I hate you,” she snapped, her breathing rough as a low