Snow White & The Biker

“Take it back,” he growls.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, baby, keep talking like that and I’ll do more than that,” he warns, and my heart skips a beat at the threat.

“Like what?” I whisper, wanting to kick myself. My gaze meets his, and I know I’m in trouble here because when he gazes at me like that all broody and sexy it’s easy to forget that he can be a monster.

“You’ll have to stick around to find out.”

“What’s that even mean?” I push against his chest needing some space between us, but he doesn’t budge.

Taking my wounded hand, he draws it to his lips. The touch of his kiss sears me in ways I don’t want to like. “About killed me to hurt you, Princessa. Hated what I had to do. Wished there was another way.”

My heart pounds against my ribcage. “You set up Jesus, didn’t you?”

“Can’t answer that and you know why.”

“So I can’t use it against you once this all unravels.”

“Now you’re paying attention, baby. Just need you to hang on a little longer and believe me when I say I did what I had to. I did it for you. Didn’t I say I was gonna fuck you and figure out how to pull this shit off. My plan is already in motion and it’s working.”

“You know you can’t get away with this. I know there’s something in this for you.”

“Yeah. In the end…you and me, we walk away from here free and clear. We both get what we want.”

“What about Jesus?”

“What about him? Bastard won’t see any time. Besides why do you care. That fucker is lucky I needed him to take some heat. If I didn’t woulda fuckin’ killed him for doing what he did to you.”

“How do you know about that?”

“You told me. Most of it but it don’t take a genius to figure out he tried to force himself on you. I’d never fuck you if you didn’t want me to.”

I let that go for now. “What about your stepfather?”

“Plan changed.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I have something to fight f

or. Something I’d kill for.”

“What’s that?”

“You. Sybil. I’m fighting for you. I’d kill for you, baby. Bleed for you. Die for you.”

I suck in a breath. “You can’t mean that.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because it doesn’t make sense for you to care so deeply. To go to so much trouble for me. Why take that risk? You could go away for a long time for this. You can’t make me believe that this is all part of some plan to take care of me.”

“Didn’t start that way, but I’ll show you.” His mouth comes down on mine, and I know I should tell him to stop, but the man can kiss. Diego’s tongue tangos with mine, slow and sweet.

“No.” I shake my head. “You don’t get to be all sweet now.” I push hard against his chest. As expected, the man is a wall of muscle. I might as well be trying to move a mountain.

“I’ll be whatever in the fuck I feel like being, Sybil. But now you pissin’ me off. Got your ass to calm down though, didn’t I? Let’s get your dry and warm then I’m going to make you come on my face.”