I’ve been in a super introverted shell. My mom’s health is not doing well, I am closing on my house next week, and the dayjob is crazy… but good things are coming. Does anyone want a sneak peek of Inheritance, the next book after Destruction? ???? David is soooo hot, and there is going to be *so* much drama.

Obviously, unedited, but I hope you enjoy. ^_^

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“I’m not the same girl you had in the fucking cell, David.” Lianna visibly bristled, hands tightening into small fists at her sides, and he practically salivated at the defiance.

“Is that right?” Stepping forward, he brushed her cheek with all the gentleness he was capable, and then slid his hand into her hair to rip her head back. The hiss of air between her teeth as her lips curled back had his cock kicking against his zipper. “And what difference does that make, angel?”

“It means you don’t get to tell me what I can or can’t do.” Steel showed in her eyes even as her pupils dilated. Just as aroused as he was, but then she reached up and grabbed onto his forearm, buckling it before he even remembered the day he’d taught her the move. She twisted, elegant as a fucking ballet dancer, and landed a hard elbow just below his armpit.

The shock to his nerves caused his fingers to open just enough for her to pirouette away, ripping silken tresses from his hand. There was no stopping the manic grin as he shook his hand out and faced off with her. “Damn. That actually hurt a little.”

“Good,” she growled, still angry… and he liked it. A lot. Too much. He was fucked up in so many ways, dark and twisted, hollowed out by the rage he’d carried for too many years, and for some ungodly reason she wanted him. Wanted all his darkness, and he was about to give it to her six ways from Sunday.

“Think you can take me?” Taking a step towards her, he almost laughed when she countered with two steps backwards just to make up for the length of his stride. “Because I’d love to see you try.”

“Fuck off, David! You didn’t even listen to him today. Why is it so hard to believe he’s telling the truth?”

*There* was the naivety, the innocence, the light that had first tugged him out of his blind rage. Changed everything from wanting to make her suffer for his vengeance, to wanting to make her suffer just to hear those sweet cries from her pink lips. And he was more than willing to make her scream if it meant ending this bullshit optimism about the devil himself. “You really think, after everything, that I’m just going to stand back and watch you hand yourself over to Jean-Luc Faure and that fucking family?”

“I’m not handing myself over to anyone, and you don’t get to tell me whether or not I agree to see them.” Lianna eased another foot back, like she was about to run, and every inch of him wanted her to. Just so he could chase. Just so he could take her down, pin her to the ground, and fuck her so she remembered exactly who owned her body inside and out.

“You and that mouth…” He took another step forward, and she danced backward to increase the distance between them. “Last chance before I make it hurt, angel.”

Pink hit her cheeks, tongue flicking out over her bottom lip, and he would have bet all the money he had that she was soaking wet already. Cock a steel beam in his jeans, he saw the flash of defiance again, the unspoken taunt, long before she actually spoke. “I’m not changing my mind.”

“So, you think you’ve already decided?” he asked, reveling in the way her body tensed as he rolled his shoulders.

“I know you and your paranoia aren’t deciding for me no matter what you do.”

This time the chuckle made it past his lips, and he let the grin spread and the darkness surge as her breasts rose and fell more quickly.

Turned on, already nervous like a little rabbit, and he was definitely going to have her screaming. Soon.

“If you wanna play this game I’m more than happy to satisfy your suicidal urges.” Another step forward, and she pranced backward, more than a handful of strides between them now – but it really was fairer this way. He’d have her curves under him soon enough. “Tell me, are you wet already?”

“Go to hell,” she spat, and a flashback hit him hard. Lianna saying those same words, the same way, in the cell. Tied and cuffed to a chair. Naked. Spread wide. *His.*

Cock twitching, he made his next words an order. “You’re staying here. Safe. Well… as safe as you’ve ever been with me, but you’re not going with that motherfucker.”

“I’m staying here?” Pure fire in her gaze as she asked it, taunting, weight shifting back with the promise of a chase.

“Yes. You are.”

Her lips twitched. “Make me.”

*Fuck.* He was going to make her scream, and cry, and beg as she came on his cock and all over his fingers. Scanning the room she had behind her, the treacherous obstacle course of boxes and stacked objects, the only regret he had was how short the fight was about to be.

“Oh, I’m going to make you, angel,” David growled. “Let’s see how far you make it this time.”

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Hope you liked it, lovelies! I #amwriting!