Stolen (A Bad Boy Romance #2)

“A certain uncle?” he asked.

“Yeah. What options do we have?” I asked. I swear his jaw clenched once I said it, his teeth grinding before he dare speak.

Was he seriously considering going through with it? Did he… did he want me? No, that wasn't it. He was upset about the situation. He had to be.

“We don’t have any options, Joanna. As much as I f*ck
ing wish it wasn’t the case, it looks like you are stuck with me. At least for now.”

Shit. He really didn’t f*ck
ing want me. Tears stung my eyes, and I turned to look out of the window, shifting so that he couldn’t see my face at all, just the back of my head.

I don’t know why I gave a shit. I don’t know why I cared at all.

“When?” I asked, swallowing hard. f*ck
, my voice trembled.

“Got a text from my mother, she’s working out a schedule.”

Silence. That was all that filled the f*ck
ing car. Nothing but silence.

When we pulled up to his condo, I hesitated, not wanting to get out of the car. “Just-just take me home. I want to go home.”

“Your stuff has been moved in here. You can’t go back there.”

What? It had only been a f*ck
ing day. A few hours. How the f*ck
did he get all my shit out.

His men. My uncle’s men. Ugh.

“Why?” I asked, my brow furrowed.

“It wouldn’t look good to have you up in that shitty rat’s nest of an apartment, not when you could be living with me.” It made sense. I didn’t f*ck
ing like it, but it made sense. I needed to look the part for everyone else. It was why I’d always been so glad not to be involved with all of that shit. It was why I wanted nothing to do with my uncle or that side of the family.

Still, I was feeling downright petulant.

“It didn’t matter before,” I challenged, crossing my arms. He got out of the car and opened the door for me.

f*ck
. He looked so angry.

“Right, when you were the daughter of a f*ck
up. When your dad couldn’t even manage to do simple jobs, so rather than kill him they threw him away, and you along with it.” His brutal honesty stung. It f*ck
ing hurt. I didn’t know why the f*ck
he said it, but I snapped.

“I don’t know why you think you have the right to f*ck
ing say nasty shit to me. It’s not like I want to be here. It’s not like I’m enjoying this.”

The man grabbed me and pulled me out of the f*ck
ing car, dragging my body across his. “That’s not what it seemed like last night,” he caressed the curve of my breast right there in public, his hand hard as he grabbed it and gave it a painful squeeze.

The kind that made me squeeze my thighs together. He saw me shift, saw me squeeze my knees together and grinned. “Is that getting a reaction out of you?” he asked as he dipped his hand into my skirt and panties, cupping me as he slipped a finger into my slit. Yeah, I was wet as hell. And I was totally scandalized. He was doing this in public!

“Greyson,” I protested, but it fell on deaf ears, he just slid his finger in and out of me. He closed the car door and pinned me up against it.

“Tell me you don’t want this, just a little bit. Tell me you aren’t wet as f*ck
,” he breathed into my ear.

I couldn’t tell him those things, I couldn’t even utter them. The truth of the matter was, it would be nothing but lies.

So I just swallowed my tongue and avoided his gaze.

“In the car or in the Condo. Choose, now,” he whispered it into my ear and then kissed my lobe, his tongue flicking it at the very end.

“Condo,” I answered, letting out a long breath. “Condo.”

f*ck
. I couldn’t resist him. There was nothing I could do to resist him, even if I wanted to. I hated this arrangement, hated that he was forced to be with me, that a man like him would be trapped, but there was nothing I could do about that. All I could do was enjoy exactly what I was experiencing.

He was so f*ck
ing strong, the way he pulled me up the stairs and to the elevators. But it didn’t wait that long. We were kissing before I knew it, his hands on my neck, in my hair, pulling ever so slightly; my body pressed hard up against him. We were in the room before I realized it, and he was staring at me.

Those wolf-like eyes on me. He wanted something from me.

“Take off your top,” he commanded. “I want to watch you undress.” He pushed me towards the center of the room and grinned at me. “Now, baby.”

“Is this what you want?” I asked as I pulled my shirt off and unhooked my bra. I dropped it onto the floor and stepped towards him.

“Oh, no.” His eyes flashed. “It is not all that I wanted. Not at all.”

“Did you think it was really going to be so easy? That I would just forget about you walking out when I asked you to stay?” I could see the excitement in his eyes and I knew he was looking for an excuse for what came next.

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