cherry nipple as he tugged her down farther on his shaft.
He gave her no respite; fucking her long and hard until he felt the second orgasm boiling within her. As she came down hard on him one more time, Rhys shoved his cock upwards, coming as she began screaming with her own orgasm.
As Broni fell to his shoulder breathing hard, Rhys tugged her legs loose, setting her back down on the floor.
“Don’t play that shit with me again. The rules don’t change because I have my dick inside you.”
“What rules? It’s either your way or no way. Remember that, Rhys. Someday, the shoe may be on the other foot then you’ll be the one begging me.”
“That will never happen.”
“I’m immortal; I don’t believe in never. If you live long enough, what goes around always comes back around.”
“You’re not immortal now, are you?”
Broni winced at his caustic reply; the lawyer in him was never going to let her have the last word. “No, I’m not.”
A s soon as she was able, she tried to take a step away from him, but her weak legs didn’t have the strength to support her.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Wobbling , she managed to make it to the bathroom. Taking her time, she washed then redressed in the clothes she had brought with her.
Broni d readed returning to face Rhys’s further recriminations. Tears leaked from her eyes to be wiped away when she scrubbed her face with the palm of her hand. It hurt that he only let her touch him when he could no longer hold his body’s desires back.
Broni’s breath had caught in her throat while pain had exploded in her chest when she’d asked for him to look at her. It wasn’t his fault he was unable to give her more, his heart had been buried with Deena. Broni was the one at fault. He was right; she was the one trying to change the rules of the game after the game had started.
Broni left the bathroom, returning to the bedroom only to find it empty.
Chapter 11
When Broni went into Jace’s room, Tank’s victim was awake. Nikki was sitting on the side of the bed, holding the terrified woman.
“I want to go home!”
As Nikki looked at her helplessly, Broni took a step forward.
“My name is Broni. What’s your name?”
She quit crying, staring at Broni hopefully. “Abby. Will you take me home?” Broni could see the hope in her eyes.
Broni didn’t directly answer her question. “The town is rioting now. It wouldn’t be safe to leave. The police aren’t even on the streets any more.” Broni didn’t tell her that most of them were dead.
“A riot? The Hills doesn’t have riots. It will be safe there.”
“We’re on the opposite side of town. We wouldn’t make it through downtown.”
“I want my parents. They will be frightened out of their minds. I have a little sister that isn’t well. I don’t want any of them to worry about me.”
“Write your number down. I’ll call them and tell them you’re okay, then you can get some rest.”
She looked like she was going to argue further but gave in when Broni handed her the pen and paper she found on top of Jace’s nightstand. When she finished writing down her number, she handed Broni the paper.
“You’ll call them right now?”
“Yes.” Broni turned toward the door.
“Thank you.”
Broni blinked back her tears, wishing she could help the girl, but she had a terrible feeling the girl’s family wasn’t still alive. However, Broni would try to delay the horror of what was going on in the outside world for as long as she could. It was bad enough that she had been kidnapped and beaten, but when she found out about her family, it would be a devastating blow.
The men were sitting around the clubroom when she entered the room, everyone’s eyes going to her. She walked behind the counter, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Layla threw her a hateful glance, which Broni ignored, taking a sip of her coffee.
She tensed when Layla started to say something,
He gave her no respite; fucking her long and hard until he felt the second orgasm boiling within her. As she came down hard on him one more time, Rhys shoved his cock upwards, coming as she began screaming with her own orgasm.
As Broni fell to his shoulder breathing hard, Rhys tugged her legs loose, setting her back down on the floor.
“Don’t play that shit with me again. The rules don’t change because I have my dick inside you.”
“What rules? It’s either your way or no way. Remember that, Rhys. Someday, the shoe may be on the other foot then you’ll be the one begging me.”
“That will never happen.”
“I’m immortal; I don’t believe in never. If you live long enough, what goes around always comes back around.”
“You’re not immortal now, are you?”
Broni winced at his caustic reply; the lawyer in him was never going to let her have the last word. “No, I’m not.”
A s soon as she was able, she tried to take a step away from him, but her weak legs didn’t have the strength to support her.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
Wobbling , she managed to make it to the bathroom. Taking her time, she washed then redressed in the clothes she had brought with her.
Broni d readed returning to face Rhys’s further recriminations. Tears leaked from her eyes to be wiped away when she scrubbed her face with the palm of her hand. It hurt that he only let her touch him when he could no longer hold his body’s desires back.
Broni’s breath had caught in her throat while pain had exploded in her chest when she’d asked for him to look at her. It wasn’t his fault he was unable to give her more, his heart had been buried with Deena. Broni was the one at fault. He was right; she was the one trying to change the rules of the game after the game had started.
Broni left the bathroom, returning to the bedroom only to find it empty.
Chapter 11
When Broni went into Jace’s room, Tank’s victim was awake. Nikki was sitting on the side of the bed, holding the terrified woman.
“I want to go home!”
As Nikki looked at her helplessly, Broni took a step forward.
“My name is Broni. What’s your name?”
She quit crying, staring at Broni hopefully. “Abby. Will you take me home?” Broni could see the hope in her eyes.
Broni didn’t directly answer her question. “The town is rioting now. It wouldn’t be safe to leave. The police aren’t even on the streets any more.” Broni didn’t tell her that most of them were dead.
“A riot? The Hills doesn’t have riots. It will be safe there.”
“We’re on the opposite side of town. We wouldn’t make it through downtown.”
“I want my parents. They will be frightened out of their minds. I have a little sister that isn’t well. I don’t want any of them to worry about me.”
“Write your number down. I’ll call them and tell them you’re okay, then you can get some rest.”
She looked like she was going to argue further but gave in when Broni handed her the pen and paper she found on top of Jace’s nightstand. When she finished writing down her number, she handed Broni the paper.
“You’ll call them right now?”
“Yes.” Broni turned toward the door.
“Thank you.”
Broni blinked back her tears, wishing she could help the girl, but she had a terrible feeling the girl’s family wasn’t still alive. However, Broni would try to delay the horror of what was going on in the outside world for as long as she could. It was bad enough that she had been kidnapped and beaten, but when she found out about her family, it would be a devastating blow.
The men were sitting around the clubroom when she entered the room, everyone’s eyes going to her. She walked behind the counter, pouring herself a cup of coffee. Layla threw her a hateful glance, which Broni ignored, taking a sip of her coffee.
She tensed when Layla started to say something,
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