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Authors: Nina Croft
Tags: Secret, Billionaire, Werewolf, blackmail, seduction, unrequited love, Fake engagement, scientist, engagement
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increase his strength tenfold. Maybe he should inject the whole lot, go fight Ethan, and get it over with. Either take his life back or end it. But he still hoped there was another way, because after that, even if he survived, there would be no turning back. He’d be a ruthless killer. A monster beyond redemption.
What would Lissa think of him then? Disgust and hatred, he was guessing.
No, he certainly didn’t feel like a robot. But these days it seemed to be all or nothing. And he couldn’t risk the “all” around his family. Or around anyone for that matter. So he kept everything locked in tight.
Now everything was threatening to fall apart.
Because of Melissa.
To take his mind off her, he switched on the laptop. He wanted to learn more about the man at Julia’s—Jason Jackson. Lissa’s brother. In the years he’d known her growing up, she’d never talked about her family. Julia had let enough slip for him to understand that her home life was far from happy, but he hadn’t been aware she had a brother.
Something about the man put him on edge. The way he’d gripped Daniel’s hand, stared into his eyes as though he was hunting for something.
After typing the name into search box, he flicked through the ensuing pages and found Lissa’s brother easily.
He was ex-army, which explained a lot. He’d enlisted and ended up as a sergeant serving in the SAS, the toughest regiment in the British army. The man was a goddamn hero, with medals and commendations to prove it. He’d left the army after being injured in a bomb blast in Afghanistan and started up a private security firm. Which was doing well.
He resembled Melissa, at least in the hair, and the eyes, though he’d been big, tall, and broad-shouldered. And he looked like a fighter. Like Lissa, who had always fought for anything she felt strongly about. No doubt, that was how she had gotten into her line of charity work. Fighting for the underdog. If he’d realized that all those years ago, he could have played on her sympathies and she might never have left. He just hadn’t been pathetic enough.
He closed his eyes and pictured her perched on the counter, her long dark hair tousled, her lips swollen from his kisses, and his mind filled with the feel of her. The taste of her. The scent of her arousal. As if on cue, his cock jerked in his pants.
If Julia hadn’t arrived, they would have made love. The first time would have been hard and fast. He’d have taken her right there on the kitchen counter, and she would have let him. Afterward, he would have picked her up, carried her to her bed, and made long, slow love to her. He’d be there now, stripping off her clothes—not that she’d been wearing many—and making love to her. Probably he’d kiss her. Everywhere. Starting at her breasts, down her belly, between her thighs. He remembered the taste of her from that long-ago night.
He groaned and his hand moved to his cock. Jesus he needed some relief; it had been so long.
A perfunctory knock came at the door, and it opened without waiting for his answer, revealing Sophia standing there. He moved his hand and his cock wilted.
Bitch.
God, how he hated her.
“You’ve been out,” she said. “Where were you?”
None of your goddamn business. The words hovered on his tongue. But while Lissa might have the power to break through his control, this woman never would.
“I went to see Julia.”
She’d probably had him followed, so it was best to stick as close as possible to the truth.
“Why?”
He sat back in his chair and relaxed his muscles. It wouldn’t do to appear tense. She could smell fear, or a lie, and probably a whole load of other things, including his arousal. Sophia was old, not as old as Ethan, but he was betting she was over a century.
“I thought it might be a good idea to talk to her about you. Ask her to welcome you to the family.”
“You really think that’s likely to happen?”
“I told her I loved you. She wants me
What would Lissa think of him then? Disgust and hatred, he was guessing.
No, he certainly didn’t feel like a robot. But these days it seemed to be all or nothing. And he couldn’t risk the “all” around his family. Or around anyone for that matter. So he kept everything locked in tight.
Now everything was threatening to fall apart.
Because of Melissa.
To take his mind off her, he switched on the laptop. He wanted to learn more about the man at Julia’s—Jason Jackson. Lissa’s brother. In the years he’d known her growing up, she’d never talked about her family. Julia had let enough slip for him to understand that her home life was far from happy, but he hadn’t been aware she had a brother.
Something about the man put him on edge. The way he’d gripped Daniel’s hand, stared into his eyes as though he was hunting for something.
After typing the name into search box, he flicked through the ensuing pages and found Lissa’s brother easily.
He was ex-army, which explained a lot. He’d enlisted and ended up as a sergeant serving in the SAS, the toughest regiment in the British army. The man was a goddamn hero, with medals and commendations to prove it. He’d left the army after being injured in a bomb blast in Afghanistan and started up a private security firm. Which was doing well.
He resembled Melissa, at least in the hair, and the eyes, though he’d been big, tall, and broad-shouldered. And he looked like a fighter. Like Lissa, who had always fought for anything she felt strongly about. No doubt, that was how she had gotten into her line of charity work. Fighting for the underdog. If he’d realized that all those years ago, he could have played on her sympathies and she might never have left. He just hadn’t been pathetic enough.
He closed his eyes and pictured her perched on the counter, her long dark hair tousled, her lips swollen from his kisses, and his mind filled with the feel of her. The taste of her. The scent of her arousal. As if on cue, his cock jerked in his pants.
If Julia hadn’t arrived, they would have made love. The first time would have been hard and fast. He’d have taken her right there on the kitchen counter, and she would have let him. Afterward, he would have picked her up, carried her to her bed, and made long, slow love to her. He’d be there now, stripping off her clothes—not that she’d been wearing many—and making love to her. Probably he’d kiss her. Everywhere. Starting at her breasts, down her belly, between her thighs. He remembered the taste of her from that long-ago night.
He groaned and his hand moved to his cock. Jesus he needed some relief; it had been so long.
A perfunctory knock came at the door, and it opened without waiting for his answer, revealing Sophia standing there. He moved his hand and his cock wilted.
Bitch.
God, how he hated her.
“You’ve been out,” she said. “Where were you?”
None of your goddamn business. The words hovered on his tongue. But while Lissa might have the power to break through his control, this woman never would.
“I went to see Julia.”
She’d probably had him followed, so it was best to stick as close as possible to the truth.
“Why?”
He sat back in his chair and relaxed his muscles. It wouldn’t do to appear tense. She could smell fear, or a lie, and probably a whole load of other things, including his arousal. Sophia was old, not as old as Ethan, but he was betting she was over a century.
“I thought it might be a good idea to talk to her about you. Ask her to welcome you to the family.”
“You really think that’s likely to happen?”
“I told her I loved you. She wants me
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