Read Online Wrong Side of Hell by Juliana Stone - Free Book Online

naked, shivering in the dark. Her thick hair still dripped so she grabbed a scarf from a bin close by and used it to towel-dry the ends, fingers deftly removing what tangles that she could. When she was done she rubbed the rough material down her body—arms, stomach, and legs—until her skin was dry.
    A mirror hung on the wall to her right—had it been there before? Slowly she stepped forward and studied herself in its reflection, her hands caressing flesh that was flush with health.
    Her breasts were full, no bruises were visible, and—she held her hands in front of her—the scars were still gone. This was the perfect reflection of what she’d always wanted to be.
    Of what she could have been.
    A wave of sadness rolled over Kira. She didn’t understand any of this. Was she really dead? How could she be when, truthfully, she’d never felt so alive?
    She wiped away a tear that stung the corner of her eye and froze as goose bumps spread along her flesh like fire across the plains. Glancing up, she peered into the mirror and the world faded away. For what seemed like minutes but had to have only been a few seconds, her gaze was caught by the man behind her.
    Logan’s eyes, dark as oil, liquefied and slowly changed color until they burned through the gloom like twin points of crimson fire.
    “Where did you . . . how did you . . .” she began breathlessly, but the look in his eyes silenced her. His dark hair was slicked back and his clothes clung to him, like a wet second skin. The man sported more than a six-pack and she could see every single one of his abs.
    He was hard. Unyielding.
    He moved closer and the heat from his body caressed her flesh with an intimate brush that left her trembling. Kira couldn’t look away if she wanted to.
    When he was near everything was off kilter. Down was up. Back was front. Dark was light. There was something primal about Logan that scared the crap out of her, and yet, for whatever reason, she was drawn to him.
    He was the beast—the harbinger of her nightmares—but he was also the man who’d brought her back from that dark place. The man who’d saved her less than an hour ago.
    He was the only thing that seemed real in this place.
    His eyes burned through the mirror and he did a slow perusal, traveling the length of her—lingering on her breasts even as her hands drew up to cover them—and sweeping down to the juncture between her legs.
    Kira’s cheeks burned red, hot with humiliation. Her body trembled and for a moment she didn’t know what to do. She’d never been naked with a man before . . . not like this. Mergerone, his hands and crazed eyes, didn’t count. Confusion didn’t come close to describing the thoughts that flew around inside her head.
    His eyes narrowed and she didn’t like the sly grin that spread across his face as he leaned in even closer—so close that his scent wafted in the air, filling her nostrils. He was all male, full of spice, musk . . . sweat and danger.
    Kira’s hands were frozen in midair—she wanted to cover herself, but she paused instead and shoved her chin up. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of knowing he’d gotten under her skin.
    “A real gentleman would turn around.”
    His teeth flashed white as his smile widened, though his eyes remained hard as stone. “Lady, there’s nothing gentle about me, and as you now know, I’m no man, either.”
    “No shit,” she muttered under her breath.
    “And as much as I appreciate the peep show, I’d get into some clothes if I were you.”
    Her eyes flashed steel blue as she met his gaze full-on. “What? Don’t think you can control yourself around me?”
    “Control isn’t the issue.” His smile vanished and the flame that lit his eyes intensified. “This isn’t a game, little girl.” She swallowed heavily at his low growl. “And it’s not me you should be worried about.”
    Logan nodded toward the store window and Kira’s stomach clenched so tight she thought she