His Word...Doubt ~ Book Two in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Doubt

Book Two in the Trusted Saga

Release Date : Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

“You better have a damned good reason why you never answered any of my calls, Angelica.”

He was pacing back, and forth, while I sat in the nearest chair. Is he fucking serious?

“You gave me an ultimatum, Levi. That’s a deal breaker. I don’t appreciate people trying to run my life.”

I shrank back in my chair when he vigorously took three long strides to come to a stop right in front of me, his nostrils flaring as he lowered his face down, level with mine.

“I wasn’t trying to run your life---I was trying to keep you safe. And it infuriates me that he’s still sleeping in your fucking bed!”

“Why---because it’s not you?” I retorted angrily.

The room went quiet. I knew I’d hit the nail on the head. The only thing I could hear was the rapid beat of my heart for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned in closer to meet me eye to eye, and placed his hands on the armrests at either side of me.

“But you were prepared for it to be me the night of the barbeque, weren’t you, Angelica?”

Damn it. I knew my face was heating up. The smoldering way he was glaring at me, guaranteed it heated even more.

“Answer me. You were prepared to sleep with me, weren’t you?”

“Yes! Is that what you want to hear---my admission that I want to sleep with you? You already knew that from that day on your boat.”

“It’ll do to start with---and you certainly never admitted it to me!”

The pit of my stomach grew deliciously warm, the warmth spreading slowly further south when I clenched my thighs together to stem the throb he’d brought to bear between my legs.

He was confusing my thoughts. And my traitorous body, I thought grimly. I was supposed to be angry with him. But with his mouth so close, those lips just within my reach, arousal was quickly taking control.

“I want you,” he said in a clipped tone, “but I have had enough.”

It took a few seconds for his words to penetrate the fog that had descended through my brain.

“I have had enough of this childish foolishness. Either you are afraid of Nathan Buchanan, or you are not. I have been doing everything in my power to keep you safe, because I feel somewhat responsible, yet you have resisted at every turn.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off.

“I walked into a situation that I had no knowledge of. I’m trying to fix it, but you, and your friends, think that this is some kind of group activity, where everyone gets a vote. I have bent over backwards to see to your well-being, but this ends now.”

I felt as if I’d been punched in the stomach. He bent down again, placing his hands on the arm of the chair, and leaned into me.

“Buchanan knows your identity, so I’m through with this ‘Samantha’ nonsense. I’m through with you using Anderson as a buffer between us. It’s time for you to grow up. I want you,” he growled, placing his lips against my ear, “and I know you want me. I’ve stated my intentions, and made myself clear. I’m done playing games. When you decide that you want me to taste you again, you will beg me for it.”

I felt like someone had thrown a glass of iced water in my face.

“I won’t beg,” I answered stiffly.

He bared his teeth in a feral smile.

“Oh, yes you will---over, and over, again.”

My pussy quivered with the sudden memory of the feel of his moist tongue as it slid silkily through my outer lips. My clit pulsed with longing when I recollected the pure bliss I experienced when his teeth had nipped on its hardened bundle of nerves.

“I won’t beg,” I reiterated breathlessly.

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