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Authors: Josie Litton
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Ian’s
boots.
I’m about to tell him so and the consequences be damned when
my breath catches. Ian has returned to the ball room and seen us. He is
crossing the dance floor on a missile-like trajectory. Anyone who doesn’t get
out of his way is in danger of being flattened. The rage on his face makes me quake
even as I know full well that I’m not the target of it.
Chapter Six
Ian
“G et the fuck away
from her.”
I don’t even try to keep my voice down. All I can think of
is ripping Davos’ hands off Amelia and hurtling him against the nearest wall.
Dimly, I’m aware of the shocked looks of the couples around us. They’ve stopped
dancing and are either standing frozen in place staring or--the smarter among
them-- prudently backing away. All I really see is Amelia’s white, strained
face. She knows perfectly well that I’m revealing to anyone with eyes to see
how involved we are. I just can’t bring myself to care.
Being with Amelia, holding her, hearing her voice has me on
a kind of high that I can’t really understand and sure as hell can’t control.
Worse yet, I don’t even regret it. For a guy whose kept such a strict rein on
his emotions for years, I’m a mess. Anger, worry, arousal and a bizarre giddy
happiness are at war in me.
By forcing my hand, Davos has done me a favor in a weird
way, although he’d be enraged if he realized it. Thanks to him, I’m doing what
I’ve wanted most even as I’ve moved heaven and earth to avoid admitting it. I’m
claiming Amelia as my own and the world be damned. I’ll deal with the
consequences later.
The look that flits across Davos’ face confirms that his
stratagem in approaching Amelia has worked. Any doubts he had about the nature
of her relationship with me have been answered once and for all. If he puts
that together with the fate of the replica-hating HPF and draws the correct conclusions,
we’ll have a real problem. But at the moment, I can’t give a shit. Let the
whole world know how I feel about her. I’m not the only danger to Amelia, far
from it. If I can hold the others at bay by making it clear that she’s mine,
then that’s exactly what I’ll do.
“Just as I suspected,” Davos says with a sneer. “You haven’t
changed at all, Slade. You’re still a savage.”
Ordinarily, I’d never consider striking a seventy year-old
man but Davos is in a league all his own. He has been ever since I encountered
him at the club my father ran. Some of the men had to be drawn in slowly,
perverted step by step. Not Davos. He took to it all like the proverbial duck
to water, the sick bastard.
But he’s gotten as much from me as he’s going to get. I take
Amelia’s arm and draw her away. To my great relief, she doesn’t resist. I
wouldn’t have blamed her if she did. Yet I can’t forget how she felt in my arms
a few hours ago, the fear that consumed me when I thought she might be ill and
my relief that she isn’t. Right alongside all that is the passion she unleashes
in me, making a mockery of the self-control I’ve practiced for so long that I
was arrogant enough to think it had become second nature. Now I know better.
I should find Edward and leave her with him. Walk away and
don’t look back. But every fiber of my being rejects even the thought of that.
Without moving, I watch as Davos vacates the dance floor, oozing arrogance with
every step.
The music pauses, then begins again, a slow, languorous
melody with sultry undertones from a sax that coil through the air and settle
deep down inside me. I can feel the warmth of her body so close to mine. My
gaze drifts to the swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each breath
she takes. From the first moment I saw her, I’ve desired Amelia with an
intensity that I’ve never experienced with any other woman. Even at our most
intimate moments, when I’ve been deep inside her, pouring my life into her, my
need for her has never eased. But it has changed, becoming as much emotional
boots.
I’m about to tell him so and the consequences be damned when
my breath catches. Ian has returned to the ball room and seen us. He is
crossing the dance floor on a missile-like trajectory. Anyone who doesn’t get
out of his way is in danger of being flattened. The rage on his face makes me quake
even as I know full well that I’m not the target of it.
Chapter Six
Ian
“G et the fuck away
from her.”
I don’t even try to keep my voice down. All I can think of
is ripping Davos’ hands off Amelia and hurtling him against the nearest wall.
Dimly, I’m aware of the shocked looks of the couples around us. They’ve stopped
dancing and are either standing frozen in place staring or--the smarter among
them-- prudently backing away. All I really see is Amelia’s white, strained
face. She knows perfectly well that I’m revealing to anyone with eyes to see
how involved we are. I just can’t bring myself to care.
Being with Amelia, holding her, hearing her voice has me on
a kind of high that I can’t really understand and sure as hell can’t control.
Worse yet, I don’t even regret it. For a guy whose kept such a strict rein on
his emotions for years, I’m a mess. Anger, worry, arousal and a bizarre giddy
happiness are at war in me.
By forcing my hand, Davos has done me a favor in a weird
way, although he’d be enraged if he realized it. Thanks to him, I’m doing what
I’ve wanted most even as I’ve moved heaven and earth to avoid admitting it. I’m
claiming Amelia as my own and the world be damned. I’ll deal with the
consequences later.
The look that flits across Davos’ face confirms that his
stratagem in approaching Amelia has worked. Any doubts he had about the nature
of her relationship with me have been answered once and for all. If he puts
that together with the fate of the replica-hating HPF and draws the correct conclusions,
we’ll have a real problem. But at the moment, I can’t give a shit. Let the
whole world know how I feel about her. I’m not the only danger to Amelia, far
from it. If I can hold the others at bay by making it clear that she’s mine,
then that’s exactly what I’ll do.
“Just as I suspected,” Davos says with a sneer. “You haven’t
changed at all, Slade. You’re still a savage.”
Ordinarily, I’d never consider striking a seventy year-old
man but Davos is in a league all his own. He has been ever since I encountered
him at the club my father ran. Some of the men had to be drawn in slowly,
perverted step by step. Not Davos. He took to it all like the proverbial duck
to water, the sick bastard.
But he’s gotten as much from me as he’s going to get. I take
Amelia’s arm and draw her away. To my great relief, she doesn’t resist. I
wouldn’t have blamed her if she did. Yet I can’t forget how she felt in my arms
a few hours ago, the fear that consumed me when I thought she might be ill and
my relief that she isn’t. Right alongside all that is the passion she unleashes
in me, making a mockery of the self-control I’ve practiced for so long that I
was arrogant enough to think it had become second nature. Now I know better.
I should find Edward and leave her with him. Walk away and
don’t look back. But every fiber of my being rejects even the thought of that.
Without moving, I watch as Davos vacates the dance floor, oozing arrogance with
every step.
The music pauses, then begins again, a slow, languorous
melody with sultry undertones from a sax that coil through the air and settle
deep down inside me. I can feel the warmth of her body so close to mine. My
gaze drifts to the swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each breath
she takes. From the first moment I saw her, I’ve desired Amelia with an
intensity that I’ve never experienced with any other woman. Even at our most
intimate moments, when I’ve been deep inside her, pouring my life into her, my
need for her has never eased. But it has changed, becoming as much emotional
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