Page 48 of Filthy Beautiful
Neither of us moved. But neither of us looked away.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I repeated, breaking the silence.
“Maybe you should be.” His voice was low and dark, and there was a warning in his words.
I didn’t heed it.
I reached over and ran my fingertip down his chest. He tensed under my touch. His chest was all thick muscle, and I could feel his warmth through his thin shirt. I felt his chest rise with a slow breath. His nostrils flared.
My heart thudded, but I still didn’t stop. I wouldn’t let him intimidate me. I knew what he was about. I’dseenhow he treated women.
Iwasn’tscared of him.
He’d never treat me that way. I wouldn’t let him. I’d just love to see him try, so I could laugh in his slutty face.
“Go ahead.” I trailed my fingertip around his nipple, which was poking out against his shirt. When I looked at his eyes again, he was staring at my mouth. “Give me the best you’ve got.”
“Yeah?” he growled. His eyes met mine again, and for once, there was heat in them. Desire. Or at least, I thought there was. “What should we do first? Should I fuck that mouth of yours, or should I bend you over the seat?”
Holy crap.
I totally abandoned my game plan. I snatched my hand back.
Maybe Iwasafraid of him.
But I stood my ground. I didn’t get out of the car.
Nerves crackled in my stomach as he reached over and touched me, just barely… brushing my hair off my shoulder with his finger, so gently.
I shivered all over.
He knew it. I could see it in his eyes, the way he watched me…
This was cold war.Icecold.
And he wasn’t backing down.
Neither was I.
“Is that all you’ve got?” I said, but my voice wavered.
His eyes darkened, and his hand dropped from my shoulder—and slid deliberately into his lap.
“Don’t try to bite off more than you can chew, sweetheart,” he said, softly. “You might choke.”
When I glanced down, he was casually squeezing himself through the crotch of his jeans—a whole handful of himself.
I met his eyes again.
He stared at me, with that blank, cold look on his face. But his eyes were still burning.
I knew Xander wouldn’t hurt me. I’d put every cent I had on it. I’d bet my mother’s life on it.
But he definitely wanted to scare me… or something.
I fumbled around for the door handle, and got out of his car.
Tears were burning in my eyes, and I didn’t even know why. I didn’t look back as I ran up to the house and his car blazed out of the driveway and took off.
