Free Raw, A Dark Romance by Tawny Taylor Page A

fucked up monster like me into a human.”
    I glared into his eyes. “I believe a ‘fucked up monster’ like you can change yourself. You just need a little help. Maybe a reason to change.”
    He grabbed my other wrist and yanked it behind my back too. My purse slid off my shoulder, catching on his hand, clamped around both my wrists now like a shackle. His head dropped until only the breadth of a hair of space remained between his lips and mine. “And you are the reason I would change? Don’t kid yourself, puta . You are a whore to me. Just like all the others.”
    “I don’t believe that, and neither do you.” Acting on some crazy, completely irrational impulse, I raised up on tiptoes, closing the distance between us.
    The kiss was nothing like the first one we had shared. It wasn’t a tentative, patient seduction. It was violent and full of fury. No tenderness at all. Tongue, teeth, lips. They punished me for kissing him. And yet, my body responded. Lust thrummed through my center, heating my core, making me wet and ready for him.
    He slammed me back against the wall and continued. It was a relentless, merciless discipline. My lips felt bruised. My body abused as hands squeezed and fingers clawed. I struggled, wriggling between his huge bulk and the wall, fighting for breath, for freedom from his onslaught and from the furious need slamming through my body. But he would not let me go. He shoved a knee between my thighs and leaned into me, using all two hundred and something pounds of lean, hard muscle to hold me in place. His hand replaced his knee and I cried out, the wanting so overwhelming tears were burning my cheeks.
    “Don’t you get it?” he growled after breaking the kiss. His eyes were like daggers, piercing my soul, driving deep, where my most tender secrets lay hidden. “You won’t ever feel a warm embrace, only the burning embrace of my ropes. You won’t ever feel a gentle caress, only the cutting caress of my shackles. You won’t ever feel a sweet, passionate kiss, only the bite of my whip. That is all you can expect from me.
    Hate me.
    Fear me.
    But don’t ever want me.” He stepped back and shoved me toward the door.
    Hugging my purse to my chest, I stumbled out without looking back.
    Fuck my luggage, all those new, expensive clothes FI had paid for.
    Fuck Fallon Franchot, the bitch.
    Fuck that bastard, Kace Ramos. If the sadistic billionaire, wanted hate, I’d give him hate.
    I dragged my hand across my face. Tears. More tears.
    I raised my eyes to the sky. “These are for you, Karrie. All for you.”

 
     
     
     
     
    I’d never sent one away before. But this one couldn’t stay. She was fucking with my head too much, making me think things, feel things…want thing. She had to go. Before it was too late. –Kace R.
     
Seven
     
    “Kendall!” Sid raced to my side and flung her arms around me like a two-year-old greeting her long-lost daddy. “Ohmygod! You have to tell me everything! What was it like? Did you have a good time?” She leaned back. Brows scrunched. “What’s wrong? Are you crying? And where is your luggage?”
    Did she really not know anything about her bitch of a boss and the prostitution?
    “I have my purse. That’s all I need.” I dragged my hand across my face again, wiping away the tears burning my cheeks.
    “But…the clothes. They were yours to keep.”
    “I don’t give a damn about them. Let’s get back to the hotel and I’ll tell you everything.”
    “Sure. Okay.” Sid’s expression narrowed. Her gaze flicked to the ginormous house behind me. “That’s some house, huh? Gorgeous. I bet it’s magnificent inside.”
    I didn’t look back. I didn’t want to see the house again. I didn’t want to remember anything about it, or the man who lived in it. “It is magnificent.” The image of that horrid dungeon flashed in my head, and I knew it would be a long time before I would forget. A very long time. “But there’s a lot more going on in