Page 50 of Dangerous Mission
His voice drops to a growl. “Fuck Griff, he can wait.”
Whoa, baby.The hand on the throat thing is seriously hot.
The way he’s touching me is so commanding, so freaking taboo-feeling that I’m in serious danger of losing control of my actions. It’s a fight to keep my hands down.
Scout’s burning gaze slides across my features. His hard expression is as fierce as any Viking warrior. I’m so gone when this man looks at me.
I rasp out the only thing I can put together. “I need to go…”
All of my words are so shaky, you’d think the damned washing machine behind me was on the spin cycle.
Scout’s eyes burn hotter as if my distress is gasoline. “What’s wrong, little one. Are you scared now?”
Yes. Very.
I’m scared that I’m not afraid of him. I’m scared of the violent reaction in my womb. I’m scared that I can even be attracted after what happened.
I swallow and find my voice. “No. Let go.”
He laughs darkly.
The pressure of his hand falls away from my neck, making my skin flash cold, but his piercing crystal eyes stay locked on my lips.
Unblinking he stares.
I don’t know Scout well, but it feels like the armor is down and what’s behind it might be more than I can handle…
He’s big.
He’s clearly dominant.
And I’m in no way interested in being a victim of a man’s abuse again.
But even if my brain is screaming for me to run, my body has other plans.
Hot, dirty, plans that involve him.
I feel whatever this man is, from the icy slice of hisrazor-sharp edge, down to the pit of my stomach where some carnal need decides his dominance is just fine.
God. Run, Aria run. Before you make another mistake. You might not survive this one.
A grumble from behind Scout, blocked from my view by his shoulders, has my eyes going wide. I shrink down, not wanting anyone to see the mess I am.
His boss makes an annoyed sound. “Oh you two. Christ, like two teenagers, can’t you wait?—”
Scout's body revs up. Vibrating with anger, hulking over me protectively, he turns to snarl at his boss. “Get. Fucking. Lost.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
What’s happening right here, right now is between us. As fucked up as it is, it’s between Aria and me. Not my fucking nosy ass team leader. Or anybody else for that fucking matter.
Hand tingling from her skin, cock throbbing, brain in the spin cycle, I glare at Beast.
He looks me over good. Seeing something that concerns him if the tightening of his brows is what I think it is.
Fuck his attempt to check me.
I don’t need to be checked.