๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ข๐ฎ
I don’t seek out gorgeous men with psychotic tendencies,
But damn if they don’t have a way of finding me.
Beautifully broken. Endlessly tempting.
Each day at work, my brooding Irish boss acts like he wants nothing to do with me.
And every night, he stalks me like I’m the very air he breathes.
So why haven’t I tried to escape him?
Maybe he’s not the only one who’s a little broken.
๐๐ค๐ง๐๐ฃ
I’ve never known obsession until now.
I hate the way it feels.
The conflict.
The cravings.
Stormy Lawson consumes my every thought.
I yearn to punish her for being so damn irresistible.
I ache to own her, so I never have to know life without her.
But more than anything, I’m compelled to slaughter anyone who touches her.
๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ: ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ถ๐ญ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ท๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ข๐ถ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ค ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ (๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด), ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐บ, ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ. ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ข๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ข๐ฃ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ด๐ช๐ต๐ฆ.
๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ณ: ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐บ/๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ, ๐ด๐ฑ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ข ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐บ’๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ต’๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต-๐ธ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ค๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ!
* ๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐'๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ "๐ฎ๐ข๐ง๐ช๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ." ๐๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ง๐ต ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ต๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ณ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ฏ๐ซ๐ฐ๐บ!
“The fuck are you doin’ here, Storm?” My words came off harsh. I’d already been on edge, but those words two words that still echoed in my mind stirred up a surge of anger. I had no business thinking of her as mine.
If not yours, then whose?
My chest clenched tighter at the mental image of her leaving the club with that man. Someone as vivacious as Storm would be scooped up by someone, sooner rather than later. Was I ready to accept that?
“Micky. She wanted to come.”
I’d been so pre-occupied that I hadn’t even seen Micky.
Storm continued. “We were going to see you fight but … I couldn’t … the others were different. I couldn’t stand…” Her now glassy eyes cut to my busted cheekbone, then drifted to each bruise and scrape like she was cataloguing my injuries. Was she reassuring herself I was alright?
Fucking Christ, this woman.
This was bad. I was too on edge, and she was too fragile. We were going to do something we’d regret.
I needed to walk away, but there was no chance in hell. I needed to feel her. Taste her. Reassure myself she was whole and healthy and mine.
Fuck.
I needed to own her.
Maybe once I had her, the obsession would ease. So much of this was probably my own damn fault for telling myself she was forbidden. If that was the case, maybe I could free myself with one quick fuck. I’d see that she wasn’t anything special and move the fuck on.
My dick was already solid stone, ready and impatient. He didn’t care what rationalization I used, so long as it got him buried where he wanted to be.
Storm bit down on her lip then peered up at me through her forest of black lashes.
The air around us shifted as the last tether of my self-control unraveled.
I walked her backward, ripping off my wraps to free my hands. I didn’t want anything getting in the way of my ability to touch her. To feel her body shiver and shudder beneath me. With her back against the cold metal lockers, she was mine for the taking, until the door opened behind us.
My eyes stayed glued to hers. “Get the fuck out,” I barked.
“Everything okay in here?” Bishop. Annoying fucker.
“We’re good, so long as you disappear,” I growled back.
The door clicked shut, and I knew he’d gotten the message. He wouldn’t allow any more interruptions.
I guided her jacket over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Finally breaking our stare, I slowly lowered my gaze to where her chest heaved beneath a thin cotton shirt. Like moth to flame, my hand rose to cup her breast. It was involuntary. Necessary as breathing.
My eyes clenched shut as I relished the feel of her warm body in my grasp. How many fucking times had I imagined this moment?
Stormy gasped at my initial touch but didn’t stop me. In fact, her chest swelled on a heavy breath, pressing herself harder against my palm.
“I don’t understand. I thought you didn’t…” She paused, as if reluctant to continue her thought.
I stilled, wanting to know what she was thinking. “Didn’t what?”
“Didn’t want anything to do with me. You act like I’m a pain in your ass.”
“You are a pain in my ass.” My voice was as ragged and unforgiving as my need to possess her. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to bury my cock deep inside you.”
Her eyes widened a fraction, the pupils dilating. She liked it when I talked dirty. Jesus she couldn’t be any more perfect.
“Pants. Off.”
She started to obey, getting so far as to lower the zipper, then paused. Her brows drew together. “I need to know why, Torin.”
“Why I want to fuck you?”
“Why you came for me.” Vulnerability softened her voice and stiffened my cock.
The answer was simple. “Because you needed me.”
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Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she's a travel junkie and loves to read when she is not lost in her own stories.
With Jill’s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.
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