Dark Fires (Bragg Saga #4)

Chapter 1

“YOU LITTLE FLIRT,” HE GRATED.

He wasn’t thinking, he was only feeling. “A man’s kiss,” he cried. “You want a man’s kiss?”

She frantically shook her head no.

His mouth came down hard and brutal upon hers. He was savage in his attack, plunging relentlessly into her mouth, again and again.

“Jane,” he whispered, agony in his voice. She was clinging to him, her hands caught in his hair. He pulled her closer, stroking down her back to her waist, hips, and the delicious curve of her buttocks.

He needed her desperately. He wanted her with every fiber of his soul and being.

In horror, he saw them then. The depraved brute and the innocent schoolgirl. She was moaning … clinging …

With supreme willpower he threw her to the ground.

Jane lay panting, face uplifted. “Nicholas,” she begged.

He stood staring down, more horrified than he had ever been in his life. More afraid.

“God, what am I doing?” he cried into the night. And then he turned and ran.