Chapter 9
nine
DARE
My heart thunders against my chest as Rose leaves. It takes every ounce of my will to keep from running after her and dragging her back into my bedroom. It would have been so easy to throw her on my bed and fuck her stupid. Except, I have to remember who she is. Rose isn’t mine. She’s the enemy.
No matter how much I enjoyed making her come, I can’t keep her for myself.
But she felt good in my arms.
Seeing her tremble at my touch, hearing her beg for me to marry her...fuck, that was a heady rush, and a dark part of me wants to ensure that no one ever hears the sound of her moans. I want them all for myself.
Running my hands through my hair, I collapse onto the bed and try to erase the memory of Rose from my mind, but I can still smell her all around me.
My phone vibrates, and I tug it out of my pants pocket, opening the text from Remy.
Remy
Eric was just spotted going inside Rose’s house.
Mother. Fucker.
After I found out Rose had been looking into my past, I started having her movements and house monitored, so I could keep tabs on her. Rose left, what? Fifteen minutes ago? She probably has no idea Eric is there. I thought he’d be proposing to her at the board meeting. I had no idea her dad was arranging a marriage between the two of them. Apparently, she didn’t either. She clearly wasn’t happy about it, and something tells me she won’t be excited to see him tonight, not after she asked me to marry her as a means of escape.
Leave it alone.
But why is she scared?
It’s not your business.
My jaw creaks and my muscles vibrate as I try to restrain myself.
What if they have sex? I clench my fists, hating the thought of him having more of her than I have.
I have no right to feel any sort of ownership over her pleasure, but I do.
And what if he hurts her?
A primal, protective urge burns through my body, and I shove off the bed and grab my gun.