Page 88 of Inked Desires

Outside, he suddenly yanks his arm free.

“Was that really necessary?” he snaps, furious.

I turn to face him, rage still pounding in my veins, my muscles tight with fury. That bastard dared to put his hands on him. I tried to fight it, tried to downplay that fucking kiss… but that doesn’t give anyone the right to touch his mouth.

“Get in the car,” I growl.

“No! Why did you hit him?”

I look up at the sky. The stars are hidden by the city lights, but snow is falling faster now.

“Get. In. The. Car,” I repeat, enunciating each word.

Frustrated, he lets out a cry of rage, then wrenches the car door open and slides in. I get in beside him. Once I’m sure he’s buckled in, I start the engine and blast the heat. He must be freezing—his teeth are chattering.

The drive is silent. I try to cool the fire burning inside me. Maybe punching an FBI agent wasn’t the best idea… but Robert Davis deserved it. As far as I’m concerned, he’s no better than Benton. One look was enough to see Andrew didn’twantto be touched. And he did it anyway. Worse—he triggered a memory Andrew wasn’t ready to face.

I park outside the studio and get out. I wait, but he doesn’t move—locked in some internal struggle. I almost feel sorry for him. He tips his head back against the headrest, then yanks off his seatbelt and slams the door shut.

“Are you finally going to talk to me?” he demands.

“What do you want to hear?”

“Why you hit him? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

What?!He’smad atme?

“He kissed you without your consent,” I snap back.

“I was handling it. You had no reason to step in!” he shoots back.

“No reason? You’ve been through enough. You don’t need some asshole lying to you and putting his hands on you!” I explode.

He steps in close, jabbing a finger into my chest.

“I handled it! Are you going to punch every guy who comes too close?”

The thought alone sends rage surging through me. I’d burn down the world to keep him safe.

I gently cup the back of his neck and pull him in until our noses touch.

“You have no idea what I’d do for you, Andrew. I warned you. There won’t be any other men. You wanted to have me? Well, I’ve stopped fighting it. I’m yours. And you need to understand something—I will never hurt you. But if another man touches you again, I’ll reduce him to ashes right in front of you. I’m a jealous man, little bunny, and I lost my mind a long time ago.”

I’m done fighting. Every wall I put up, he tears down without effort. So why bother? Might as well bleed out completely, until there’s nothing left of me but what I can give him.

“You’re insane,” he whispers.

I close the distance between our lips, desperate for his taste. The kiss from earlier wasn’t enough. I needmoreof him.

“You have no idea,” I murmur before crashing my mouth onto his.

This kiss is anything but gentle. Our tongues clash, fierce and unrelenting. The scent of another man clings to him, and it drives me wild. I hold him tighter, hoping to erase the foreign taste from his skin.

But it doesn’t work. The smell clings to him like a second skin.

Reluctantly, I pull back. He blinks, dazed.

“You need a shower. I can still smell that bastard on you,” I growl.