Unchain My Heart(75)

“I can hear you just fine,” I growled. Right now I wanted to grab her and pull her over my lap and spank that delectable ass of hers for challenging me. I ground my teeth together, my jaw working overtime. Did she know what a dangerous position she was placing herself in?

Probably not, or she wouldn’t be standing there, her hands on her hips, demanding to be controlled.





Chapter Fifty-Three — Eva


Droplets of water fell from his wet hair onto his ripped chest, making me want to jump him and lick the water off his torso. And now he’d turned his back on me and shoved his tight ass in my face while fiddling with the music instead of listening to what I’d come to say.

A fire sprung to life in the sleek steel-and-stone fireplace, instantly warming the space. I looked around the room, curious to learn more about this complex and damaged man. But the apartment seemed to be as sparse and cold as his heart. It could have been on the cover of a fancy magazine; there was absolutely nothing personal about it.

Beautiful, expensive and heartless.

Like Harrison.

“Why did you come here tonight, Eva?” His voice was low and hoarse. “How did you know where I live?” Creases formed between his brows as he frowned, then turned his face away from me.

Hot from the heat of the fire and the blood boiling under my skin, I wiped the sweat from my brow. I was tempted to remove my coat, but I hadn’t come to stay—I just wanted to tell Harrison what I thought of him and then leave, because I wanted to get as far away from him as possible. Plus under the coat I wore a satin chemise and thong only as I’d come straight from my bed. Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea in retrospect, but I’d wanted to tell him face to face what a lowlife I thought he was.

Disgusted for wanting a man that was so cruel and coldhearted, I couldn’t help myself coming here. His partner, Savage, was my best friend’s brother, so getting information on where Harrison lived was easy. The difficult part had been not coming here before tonight.

“Ryder called a few hours ago to tell me what happened. He told me everything . . . about Jade losing the baby . . . how you had caused it—” My voice choked in my throat. Ryder had started off hesitantly, only telling me the basics of what had occurred that day, but I’d nudged him to tell me everything as I’d sensed there was so much more than what he was revealing. Finally I’d gotten the whole story out of him. It broke my heart, and from Ryder’s tone he was completely shattered, blaming himself for not being there to protect Jade against Harrison’s outburst.

It should never have been an issue. Who should need protection from their own damn brother, for fuck’s sake? I needed to rant and rave at him, for causing my brother and his sweet girl such agony. For rejecting me. For being an asshole.

For making me care.

I could deny it till the cows came home, but in truth I was shattered that Harrison never came back after our one night together. I'd waited for hours, days and weeks, expecting him to call me or come back for more. But he hadn’t and that pissed me off. No man had ever used me like that. I rolled all that rage together and threw it at his head.

“You’re a self-righteous prick. How the fuck dare you?”

He sucked in a breath and went still. But he didn’t turn around to face me.

“You’re a bastard, Harrison Summers. Of the worst kind. I fucking hate you.”

If only my goddamn hormones weren’t raging like wildfire through my body right now. I clenched my thighs together, ignoring the lust that consumed me.

“Is that right?” Pearls of sweat beaded on Harrison’s skin. Perspiration ran down my spine, too. Why was the heat turned up so high?

“Yes. You think you can control everyone around you. You interfere with other people’s lives . . . playing God. It's one thing doing that in the bedroom with me, but it's wrong doing it to your sister—”

He rose from his haunches, the muscles on his thighs contracting as he stood. I swallowed hard. Within three strides he gripped my wrists and pushed me back against the wall, his face inches from mine, an evil grin turning up the corners of his mouth. He narrowed his cold unfeeling eyes, and stared at me, scrutinizing my face.

“You’re just mad because I didn’t come back. You liked being dominated. And I liked doing it, seeing you submit to me." Pinning my hands above my head with one hand, he cupped my chin and forced my head up. If only I could smack that smirk right off his face.

“I'm not here to talk about what happened between us. I'm here to tell you what a sad, pitiful human being you are. You need anger management and serious therapy, before you get someone else killed.”