Free The Outlaw's Dirty Dancer by Jenika Snow Page B

but she wouldn’t cry, because she knew Brick didn’t need to see that right now.
    “I killed my bastard of a father when I was only sixteen years old, and it felt damn good doing it, too. I watched him bleed out from when I ran the blade across his throat.”
    Her heart was beating so hard she thought it would burst right through her chest.
    “So, you see when I tell you I am not a good man, I am an animal in every sense of the word, and not only do I like to inflict pain on my enemies, but I also like to inflict pain on the females I fuck.”
    Darra tried not to show any emotion, because she knew his bluntness was a defense mechanism, and that he was trying to stun her into realizing that he really was a bad man. “When you say pain on the women you—”
    “It means exactly what it sounds like, Darra . But I don’t give pain to hurt, but to bring pleasure.” He rested his arm on the table, and drummed his fingers on top. “If you knew the things I want to do to you, I don’t think you’d be sitting there before me.” If they were the things she had thought of doing with him, then surely they couldn’t be that bad. “Maybe the constant beatings I received from my father and the molestation from his whores made me into the monster you see. But I stopped trying to figure out why I am this way. I like that I am this man, that I can hurt someone and feel no remorse because of it.” He just kept talking, almost like his wall of steel had finally come down and there was no way of him stopping the rush of words from spilling forth. “I ran after my father died at my feet, and my adolescent years were filled with fighting guys twice my age and size for the sole purpose of seeing them hurt, and of sleeping in abandoned buildings and under bridges. Over time I became nothing more than a machine that preformed its duty, fucked when my bear needed release, and killed because it helped tame this wild energy inside of me, and this volatile life force that will never let me go.”
    Suddenly the room chilled, and she shivered.
    “I will never be a soft and gentle male, never be the one to sit back and let his female go without knowing where she is. And when it comes to you I am possessive, territorial, and will fuck up anyone that tries to get in the way of that, Darra.” He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, and she knew it was because he wanted his words to sink in. “But for as much as I want you, I will also not hold you against your will. I wanted to tell you who I really am, and let you make the choice as to if you want me in your life or not.”
    “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Brick.” She reached out to touch him, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her.
    He shook his head. “I don’t want your sympathy. I just want you .” He held onto her arm, and stroked his finger along her pulse point that she knew was beating fast and hard in her wrist. “You should be afraid, Darra, you should be really fucking afraid of me. The MC is my life, and death is what keeps my heart beating. The blood that I spill makes me hard, and I will always be this way. I will never not want this, and I need you to know that, and not accept anything that can never be, or think that over time I can change.”
    Why didn’t tell her any of this before he busted down her door and started making all of this demands on wanting her? He didn’t want to scare you away. She had made up her mind on what she wanted, and she was going to take it, their pasts be damned.
    Without dwelling on what she had told him, or what he had told her, Darra stood. By the way he flared his nostrils he might have thought she was leaving. No doubt he could smell the determination coming from her, but she was determined to do something, but it wasn’t leave. She took a step closer, and a low sound left him. She wasn’t hungry for food, wasn’t hungry for feeling anything aside from his hands on hers, his teeth on her body, and his cock between her