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apart and crossed his arms over his chest. He had the dark and dangerous look mastered. A pistol peeked from under his jacket.
She swallowed the scream that burned the back of her throat and turned away from him to run. She had to get to the rear door. No matter what he said, he could only be here for one reason. It was to kill her.
He grabbed her arm, halting her and turned her toward him. She stood stiffly, her racing heart ready to explode. Their gazes locked, and he dropped her arm as if it had burned him.
Fear wrapped its frozen hands around her heart. She crossed her arms over her chest, not in an attempt to intimidate or stand strong, like that would matter to him, but in an attempt to hide her trembling. She needed an escape option. And now!
“Tsk, tsk, Megan. Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit down or offer me a beverage?”
“No and no. Tell me what you want then leave, or I’ll start screaming. My neighbors will call 911, and you’ll be arrested.” Her faltering voice brought out a mischievous expression on his face, the corners of his mouth lifted into a sensual smile.
Her insides melted and lust launched through her.
Stop it! This man might be here to
kill me.
Her pistol. Hell
.
He stood between her and her purse. If she moved him closer to the fireplace, she had a statue on it that she could use to hit him over the head. Only she didn’t want him that far into her apartment.
She sent a silent prayer that he’d told the truth about not hurting her and that Trent would arrive early. Surely he’d break down the door and save her.
AJ’s expression snapped to a serious, cold, menacing stare. “This is your warning to stop what you’re doing. Stay out of Magic Shop business.”
His gaze raked over her, and she couldn’t miss the flash of hunger in his eyes. Chills crept across her flesh. His bold, lust filled gaze frightened and excited her at the same time.
“Tough.” She planned to stand strong, but her quivering voice betrayed her.
Were those footsteps outside her door?
Please. Please.
“Not tough. You need to back off. These people can, and will, do terrible things to you should you continue on this witch hunt of yours. I’d hate to see anything happen to you.”
She knew the danger. She knew what could happen, but her brother deserved justice. Had people warned him off the story? Was this how it had started for him? She gritted her teeth. He’d never have given up and neither would she, no matter who showed up to threaten her.
“You have to back off. I was sent to give you a message. I don’t want to come back and deliver the punishment. You were lucky they only wanted to give you a verbal warning this time,” he said gravely.
“I’ve already received one death threat this week. Unless you can top that, you’re wasting your time.” That wasn’t the smartest thing to mention to a killer. A death threat and now this, Trent would definitely be hired as her new bodyguard.
She gasped when he reached out and pulled her roughly, almost brutally against his rock-hard body, covering her mouth with his in a punishing, angry kiss. Twisting in his arms and pushing against his chest, she sought to be free, break out of his hold. This couldn’t be happening. Why was he kissing her?
When she opened her mouth to protest, he took advantage, stroking his tongue inside, sending lightning bolts of desire shooting directly to her core. Surrendering to the forceful domination of his lips, she no longer desired withdrawing from his embrace.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his thick, silky, black hair, molding herself against his chest. Her eager response shocked her. She kissed him with a hunger that belied her fear.
He wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled it to angle her head before the kiss turned hungry and demanding, void of tenderness, gentleness. She met his urgency with her own lustful needs.
His hand reached under her sweater and pushed her
She swallowed the scream that burned the back of her throat and turned away from him to run. She had to get to the rear door. No matter what he said, he could only be here for one reason. It was to kill her.
He grabbed her arm, halting her and turned her toward him. She stood stiffly, her racing heart ready to explode. Their gazes locked, and he dropped her arm as if it had burned him.
Fear wrapped its frozen hands around her heart. She crossed her arms over her chest, not in an attempt to intimidate or stand strong, like that would matter to him, but in an attempt to hide her trembling. She needed an escape option. And now!
“Tsk, tsk, Megan. Aren’t you going to invite me in to sit down or offer me a beverage?”
“No and no. Tell me what you want then leave, or I’ll start screaming. My neighbors will call 911, and you’ll be arrested.” Her faltering voice brought out a mischievous expression on his face, the corners of his mouth lifted into a sensual smile.
Her insides melted and lust launched through her.
Stop it! This man might be here to
kill me.
Her pistol. Hell
.
He stood between her and her purse. If she moved him closer to the fireplace, she had a statue on it that she could use to hit him over the head. Only she didn’t want him that far into her apartment.
She sent a silent prayer that he’d told the truth about not hurting her and that Trent would arrive early. Surely he’d break down the door and save her.
AJ’s expression snapped to a serious, cold, menacing stare. “This is your warning to stop what you’re doing. Stay out of Magic Shop business.”
His gaze raked over her, and she couldn’t miss the flash of hunger in his eyes. Chills crept across her flesh. His bold, lust filled gaze frightened and excited her at the same time.
“Tough.” She planned to stand strong, but her quivering voice betrayed her.
Were those footsteps outside her door?
Please. Please.
“Not tough. You need to back off. These people can, and will, do terrible things to you should you continue on this witch hunt of yours. I’d hate to see anything happen to you.”
She knew the danger. She knew what could happen, but her brother deserved justice. Had people warned him off the story? Was this how it had started for him? She gritted her teeth. He’d never have given up and neither would she, no matter who showed up to threaten her.
“You have to back off. I was sent to give you a message. I don’t want to come back and deliver the punishment. You were lucky they only wanted to give you a verbal warning this time,” he said gravely.
“I’ve already received one death threat this week. Unless you can top that, you’re wasting your time.” That wasn’t the smartest thing to mention to a killer. A death threat and now this, Trent would definitely be hired as her new bodyguard.
She gasped when he reached out and pulled her roughly, almost brutally against his rock-hard body, covering her mouth with his in a punishing, angry kiss. Twisting in his arms and pushing against his chest, she sought to be free, break out of his hold. This couldn’t be happening. Why was he kissing her?
When she opened her mouth to protest, he took advantage, stroking his tongue inside, sending lightning bolts of desire shooting directly to her core. Surrendering to the forceful domination of his lips, she no longer desired withdrawing from his embrace.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her hands in his thick, silky, black hair, molding herself against his chest. Her eager response shocked her. She kissed him with a hunger that belied her fear.
He wrapped his hands in her hair and pulled it to angle her head before the kiss turned hungry and demanding, void of tenderness, gentleness. She met his urgency with her own lustful needs.
His hand reached under her sweater and pushed her
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