Bitter Truths (The Denton Family Legacy 3)

The tension in the room mounted.

Oliver half expected her to attack him, to finish what she’d started. When he stood in front of her, he stared into her eyes. Green eyes, filled with so much pain, so much rage. He understood her. For once in his life, he completely understood another human being because he related to her. He knew about the rage, the constant need to exact revenge. Being a Denton, it didn’t bring him any kind of calm. If anything, all it did was create him more pain. He’d lost so much.

When the song went into the chorus, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close. She didn’t fight him, her hands going to his shoulders.

Silent, he swayed his hips, sinking his fingers into her hair, refusing to break eye contact. She was perfect, and everything he could have ever hoped for.

Moving her around the small square, he felt every single one of the words that was being sung in the background.

When the song came to an end, they were both panting for breath.

“I want to kill them,” she said. “I want to kill every last one of them.”

“I’ll help you. I’ll do whatever is necessary to get you what you want.”

“Why? I tried to kill you.”

“Haven’t you realized by now? Us Dentons have a death wish.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, you see, I’d gladly hold you at the risk of you killing me.”

She frowned.

“You’re not afraid of me,” he said.

“Of course not. Why would I be?”

Oliver turned back to the song he’d been watching her dance to. It still amazed him that she’d been so confident in his apartment. He was used to men and women cowering away from him. Ruby, she faced him head on, refusing to give in to whatever fucked up demands he had.

Moving toward her, he watched as her hips started to swing. Unable to stop, he started to dance along with her.

“Everyone is afraid of me.” Wrapping his arm around her, he spun her around, and caught her, drawing her closer. She didn’t fight him, which again surprised him. Ruby Santos didn’t seem to know when to be afraid. The strength inside her went deep into her core. For ten years she’d been alone, kno

wing only how to fight.

When he made to spin her around, she broke from his hold, wrapping her fingers around his neck, and leaned in close. “I’m not.”

Catching her hips, he spun her around, and her hand left his neck, gripping his shoulders. He was amazed at how light she was. She didn’t eat enough or take care of her body. He’d make sure she did from now on.

She shocked him again as her legs went around his waist, locking herself to him. He couldn’t let her go, and allowed the music to wash over him, holding her, breathing her in.

Once again they were both panting for breath, and Oliver didn’t know what the hell had taken over from him. He’d never released this kind of energy in front of anyone, not even in front of his family.

Dancing was his thing, and yet Ruby seemed to be getting off on it with a similar passion.

Holding onto her, he brought her head down, and slammed his lips against hers. She held onto his head, kissing him back with a passion that took his breath away. Neither of them moved, simply standing in the center of his apartment, consumed by their need for each other. He’d never known anything like it. Who the fuck was this woman?

She plunged her tongue into his mouth, and he met her strokes, running his hand down her back, grabbing her ass, and moving her against his cock.

Fuck!

It felt so fucking right, so perfect.

Suddenly, she broke away from the kiss and looked down at him. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Why not?”