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Cole is just really intrigued by his woman, “I prefer when I thought you were trying to kill me over small talk,” she snaps. I smile. Yeah, there’s something about Austin Lowes that I like. A lot." Cole is a bossy one, “you ride with me to and from school,” I tell her. “You may not be mine yet, but to everyone else, you already are.” Then I walk out, not giving her a chance to argue." Cole wears his battle scars proudly, "the hickey I gave him on his neck is very visible." Cole really knows how to work his woman, "his lips softly kiss up to my ear. “Pain turns me on, Austin.” He presses his hips into mine and he’s hard. And just like that, I melt like effing butter. Stay strong! You’re mad at him. “Want me to take you out to my car and eff you?” Man oh man did I love this book, it kept me on the edge of my seat, Cole was just so alpha and bossy you couldn't help but fall in love with him.
Excerpt
AUSTIN
“Why am I here?” I ask, wanting to get this over
with.
Cole takes the bottle from my hand and brings it
to his lips, taking a big gulp. His Adam's apple working as he swallows.
I cross my arms over my chest, trying to look
unaffected. But I’m having trouble breathing.
“We’ve been thinking …” he says, rubbing his chin.
“We want you to be a part of our group,” Deke
finishes his sentence.
I look among the five of them and start laughing
nervously. “You’re joking, right?”
“Not one bit,” Deke says, shaking his head.
“No thanks,” I say and turn to the door. I twist
the handle and start to pull it open, but a hand slaps on the door above my
head, holding it shut.
I jump back to look at Cole. He leans against it
casually, getting comfortable and blocking my only exit. “It wasn’t an offer,
Austin.”
My eyes narrow on him. “What makes you think I
want anything to do with you guys?”
“Deke,” Cole says, lifting the bottle to his lips
again.
I spin around to see Deke step up to us, his phone
in his hand facing Cole and me. A video plays, and it’s of me driving Cole’s
car away from the warehouse after he stole the red car.
“How did you get that?” I demand.
He just chuckles, placing the phone in his pocket.
“I don’t kiss and tell, baby.”
My eyes narrow on him calling me baby. I turn back to face Cole. “You’re
blackmailing me. Again.”
He shrugs carelessly. “You can call it whatever
you want.”
“I’m calling it what it is,” I snap. “You know
damn well that I had no idea what you had planned.”
He pushes off the wall and leans down, his face
inches from mine. I can smell the cinnamon on his lips and can’t help the
shudder that runs through me. “I dare you to prove it.”
“You son of a—”
“In order to join,” Deke interrupts me, “you have
to pass a test.” He crosses his arms over his broad chest.
“I’m not interested …”
“Initiation,” he corrects himself.
“I don’t want to be involved with whatever
fucked-up shit you guys are in.” How many
different ways do I have to say it?
“Let her out,” Kellan says, but no one listens to
him.
Deke continues. “You have to fuck one of us while
we all watch.”
My heart starts to pound at his words. And my eyes
widen when he takes a step toward me.
This is a joke. It has to be.
He arches a brow in challenge when I just stand
there staring at him. “You want me, baby? I’m ready.” He licks his lips as his
blue eyes settle on my legs. Then he reaches down to his jeans and unbuttons
them.
He’s
serious! My eyes immediately shoot to Cole.
His eyes hold their usual anger as they glare down
at me, but a slow, devious smile spreads across his face, and the guys start
laughing. “Well, there’s your answer, man,” one of them calls out from behind
me.
My jaw tightens. “I don’t want to …”
“Leave us,” Cole orders, interrupting me. And like
the trained sheep they are, they all walk out. I can still hear their laughter
as they walk down the hall, the door slowly shutting behind them.
I plop down on one of the lounge chairs, trying to
slow my racing heart. “You can’t force my hand, Cole. Not with this.”
He walks over to where I sit. Reaching out, he
runs his busted knuckles along my cheek. I swat his hand away, afraid of what
will come out of my mouth if he touches me.
His hand grips my hair and yanks me to stand. I
cry out as he shoves my back
against the closed door. He towers over me,
pushing his body into mine. I’m panting while he holds me still. He dips his
head to whisper in my ear. “Are you a virgin, Austin?”
“No,” I growl. My hands come up to push him off
me, but he grabs them and pins them above my head. I whimper, and my thighs
tighten.
“That’s a shame.” He sighs, and his breath skims
across my skin making me shudder. “I like to take pretty, innocent things and
destroy them.”
“You’re sick,” I say, panting.
He chuckles but doesn’t deny it. “But that doesn’t
make you want me any less. I saw the way you stared at me in the car. The way
you licked your lips when I thought about kissing you. The way you whispered my
name. How you stared at me when I got out of the pool. And let’s not forget the
way you allowed me to touch you last night. Tell me, were you disappointed when
I didn’t throw you on the bed and fuck you right then?” I moan. “I bet you’re
wet right now.”
“Cole,” I growl his name, not wanting him to see
how right he is.
But he ignores my warning. “You wore red for me
again, sweetheart. You wanted my attention, and you got it. Now what are you
gonna do with it?”
Author Bio
About Joanna Wylde:
Joanna Wylde started her writing career in journalism, working in two daily newspapers as both a reporter and editor. Her career has included many different jobs, from managing a homeless shelter to running her own freelance writing business, where she took on projects ranging from fundraising to ghostwriting for academics. During 2012 she got her first Kindle reader as a gift and discovered the indie writing revolution taking place online. Not long afterward she started cutting back her client list to work on Reaper’s Property, her breakout book. It was published in January 2013, marking the beginning of a new career writing fiction.
Joanna lives in the mountains of northern Idaho with her family.
