Free Second Chance by Christy Reece Page B

into his head, causing a certain body part that he rarely denied to stand up. Maybe he’d just have a little more fun than he had originally planned.
    Why he was suddenly jonesing for the bitch he didn’tbother to question. When he wanted it, he wanted it … the reason didn’t matter. Maybe it was because he knew she wouldn’t give it up without a fight. Her kind only gave it up when they wanted something in return. But she made no secret that she enjoyed a little rough play. In a few minutes, she’d be begging for it. Hell, who didn’t like a little violence with their sex?
    “Bet you thought you’d never see me again.”
    She jerked her head around and stifled the scream in her throat. Yeah, she wouldn’t want anyone to know she had a night visitor. There’d be questions she’d never be able to answer.
    “How did you get in?”
    Wes snorted. “Your security system sucks.”
    She straightened and gave him that haughty stare he hated. “What are you doing here?”
    “Like you don’t know. You double-crossed me. You think I was just going to go my merry way and forget about what you owe me?”
    Her nose tilted up as if the stench of him was more than she could bear. Like she was a queen looking down on some lowly peasant.
    “You’re the one that double-crossed me. You didn’t take them where you were supposed to.”
    Wes shrugged. “You paid me to get rid of them. I fulfilled my end of the bargain … done my job.”
    She glared for several seconds as if there was something else she wanted to say, but then, with an aristocratic sniff, turned away. “Then consider it over with. Get out.”
    “Like hell.”
    “You got what you wanted. I got what I want. We’re even.”
    In a flash, Wes crossed the room and grabbed her arm, whipping her around. He heard the startled gasp and got harder. “We ain’t ever going to be even till I geteverything I want. I want the woman … that’s what we agreed to.”
    Her eyes flashing contempt, she laughed in his face.
    A fiery mist covered his vision. His hand tightening into a fist, he popped her one in the stomach. As she bent over, gagging, Wes ripped the flimsy nightgown from her body and pushed her face-first onto the bed. He was mad now, and whether she liked it or not, his pound of flesh was about to get a little rougher than what even she liked.
    Unzipping his pants, he lifted her up and shoved inside before she caught her breath. He knew he was hurting her, but she muffled her cries of pain against the bedspread.
    Though she was as dry as an August creekbed, he worked back and forth till he could ram all the way inside her. His hands wrapped around her neck, he bent over as he plunged and retreated. “You screwed me over, seems only fair that I screw you. Don’t it?”
    When she didn’t immediately answer, he tightened his hands on her neck until she whispered hoarsely, “I won’t do it again.”
    “You got that right. You’re going to bring the woman to me or I’ll come back and show you just how rough it can really get.”
    Again, when she didn’t answer, his hand tightened just enough to cut off all air. When she started squirming and bucking under him, trying to knock him off, he finally got the ride he was looking for. Wes pumped deep and hard for a few seconds. He’d done it this way a few times before … though not with her. He knew how to time it just right … almost to the edge of unconsciousness. He didn’t want to kill the bitch … leastways not yet. He grunted and flooded inside her, finally letting go of her neck.
    She lay gasping beneath him, her lungs rasping for breath like a chain-smoker with emphysema.
    Wes pulled out and eased off the bed. “Find a way to get her to me, or I’ll be back.” He zipped up and swaggered out the door, more than a little pleased at how the night had gone down.
    Minutes passed before she could move. Finally and with great effort, she rolled over and blew out a long shaky breath. She supposed she was