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I was panting and running in stilettos and skinny jeans after a guy with legs twice as long as mine, which was practically impossible to do, but I did it He didn’t stop until we had rounded the yard on the other side of the house and oers had dispersed, and the wail of sirens could already be heard in the distance I put my hands on his chest and pleaded with him:

“We have to find Adria”

His eyes were practically black, full of emotions I was scared to name

“I can’t be here when the cops show up, Brysen I have to go”

I gasped at him and balled my hands into fists so I could thump him on the chest—hard

“Help me find her, Race!”

He just shook that perfect blond head and gazed down at me

“You’re the only one I orried about”

My heart tripped, but the sirens were getting closer and he was rabbed on to his wrist and realized I was shaking so hard I could barely hold on to him

“Don’t leave me” My voice sounded scared and lost I didn’t knohat to do in a situation that involved guns and violence It unnerved me how nonchalant he ith it all

The shadows in his eyes moved and his mouth turned down at the corners Before I could react, his hands slid around the back of e of my hair, and he yanked me up onto the tips of my toes I clasped both hands around his wrists, tried not to freak out when led there while he proceeded to kiss the shit out of me

It was dark, people were stu about drunk and bewildered, I orried about ry, but for the first tiling, greedy lust, was let loose, and I kissed him back

It wasn’t ro or loving care It was brutal, violent, hard and hot, and nothing in ue invaded His teeth scraped His hands bruised, and I could feel his erection through the front of his jeans where ere pushed together I should’ve protested, said so to ainst him like some kind of wanton cat in heat