He didn’t want to take over her life, he wanted her to surrender it to him. Invading her privacy was far different than her volunteering to tell him what was going on in her life.
No, baby” – he leaned close again – “I’m threatening to lock you in a house with our son until you come to your senses. I told you, he isn’t going to be raised with one parent.
These are men like us with nowhere to go. They need what we have to survive. A brotherhood. A family. They need a leader. They need Torpedo Ink.
Her scent enveloped him, drove him wild. Temptation and sin were wrapped around this exotic creature and he was falling over the edge fast.
He had never trusted a woman-or anyone, for that matter-to sleep close to him, let alone in the same bed. And yet, already, he was completely relaxed with her. He couldn’t imagine being without her, and now, if they survived, it was a very real possibility.
Excitement had her blood rushing through her veins and her heart beating wildly. That was it. All of it. He made her feel alive. Every second she was with him, no matter the emotion. She felt intensely alive.
Control is an illusion, Steele. I learned that a long time ago. It doesn’t matter who appears to have it. We really only can control ourselves. We have choices. You were my choice.
She was nothing. She’d thought he was her world, and all the while, he’d been plotting to take down her family’s club. She’d loved him. He’d used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream, every hope she’d ever had.
He’d been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He’d said things to drive her away – and she’d gone. She’d managed to take pieces of him with her. She’d stolen those pieces from him, and he’d known when she’d left, he wasn’t going to get them back.
He’d been angry. He’d been afraid for her. He’d been shocked that just by being with her, he’d become everything he most despised in the world – a predator.
There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just for him.
It won’t work that way. You know me, Bree. You ‘know’ me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don’t back away from a fight and I win.
Ania. If he took her and kept her, she would give them both peace. God knew he needed peace.
Steele knew Breezy wasn’t going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He ‘had’ to win her over for his own self-preservation.
I don’t mind you in my head. I refuse to be embarrassed for thinking the truth. You have to know how good-looking you are. Fortunately for you, you seem to have brains and humor to go with your looks.
He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness.
He was either right or wrong. Worrying didn’t make it any better. She let herself drift off with the scent of him in her lungs, with the knowledge that she was loved in her head and heart.
Dimitri Tirunul was her unexpected miracle. A man beyond any she’d ever dreamt of. She was human. He was Carpathian – nearly immortal. She was nineteen years old. He was an ancient, centuries old. She held the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. Without her, he would not survive. She was his lifemate – his savior. Yet she knew just the opposite was true – Dimitri was the one saving her.
She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.
You know me, gattina, you’re just conditioned to think you can’t trust anyone. He did that to you. Don’t let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.