Page 18 of Chad's Chase

And sweet fuck, he was kissing me back.

Whatthe hellwas going on?

Releasing my hold on his face, I slid my fingers into his hair and plunged my tongue deep into his mouth, the coppery sting of his blood dancing on my tongue. And oh my freaking God this felt good. So good. Crazy good. Why did it feel so good? I hated men.Hatedthem. Yet here I was. Kissing one. A man.

Not just a man, but my very target. And loving every goddamn minute of it.

Sinking my canine into the fresh bust on his lip, I tore the split wider until more blood began leaking into my mouth, spicing, seasoning, flavoring our kiss. Chad let out a pained sound as I licked up his blood like a thirsty vampire, but he didn’t stop, and instead gripped my head and encouraged me deeper.

This was a crude, bloody kiss. Messy and unclean. Sinful and savage.

Just as the thought to rip his clothes off and fuck him right there in the parking lot started to cross my mind, two strong arms grabbed me from behind and hauled me off him.

“You stupid bitch,” a man’s voice growled in my ear.

Locking one big, muscular arm around my neck, he held me in place so he could withdraw his gun. And as he pressed it to the side of my head, ready to blow my marrow to bits, I heard Chad’s shout: “Ronnie, no!!”

With as much room as Ronnie’s hook around my neck gave, I looked over to see Chad jolting up to his feet, his eyes wide and panicky. Fearing.

Forme.

A couple minutes ago when I’d been about to snap his neck, he’d never uttered a single plea. He never panicked. He never feared.

But now that a gun was atmyhead…the frightened expression on his face was mystifying, to say the least.

“Boss, you serious?” the big guy rumbled in an incredulous voice. “She’s gonna fucking ki—”

“Let her go,” Chad told him. “And leave us.”

When the man didn’t budge, Chad said more forcefully, “That’s anorder, Ronnie.”

With a grunt, Ronnie roughly released me, shoving me so hard I lost balance and crashed right on my ass. Then he stomped away like a pouty Goliath, leaving us in the dark, grumbling his disapproval of his boss’s choice.

Chad strode over, looked down at me and held out his hand. For a long while, I just stared at his hand, confused as hell, before taking it and getting to my feet.

“You okay?” he asked me, once I was righted.

A scoff left me as I dusted the dirt off my ass. “Ijust kicked the shit out ofyou. I’m more than okay. How’s your jaw doing? Dislocated? You might wanna go inside and get some ice for—”

Fast as light, he grabbed me and drove me back against the side of my car, glaring down at me, his forearm fixed immovably under my neck, rendering me immobile. “Why did you kiss me?”

“Why do I get the feeling you like it dirty and bloody?” I squeezed out.

Chad jerked his forearm up, pressing it harder under my neck, making me gasp. “Whydid you kiss me?”

“Why is your cock so fucking hard right now? Does getting your ass kicked by a girl turn you on that badly?”

“Blood…”

“Yes, boss?” I answered in a saccharine voice.

“Answer.my.fucking.question. Else I’m gonna give Ronnie the green light to put that bullet in your head.” As he said this, his forearm pressed deeper and deeper into my neck, cutting off my air.

How could I answer a question I didn’t know the answer to? Hell if I knew why I kissed the bastard. And fuck if I knew why it felt so damn freeing.

As hard as it was for me to breathe right now, the feel of him pressed up against me, his erection digging into my stomach, was sounbelievablygood.

“Fucking with my car and sneaking up on me in the dark, wasn’t this your motive? To cop a kiss, a touch, a feel? To get one stolen moment with me in the dark?”