CHAPTER 308

Duke

My rage simmered.

Anger and I were old friends.

I’d served time for killing a man in a bar fight with my bare hands. Right now, I needed those hands wrapped around the throat of whoever wanted to harm Cori.

When she’d walked outside, my dick went on instant red alert. The barely there scrap of jean material drew my attention. The woman had sexual torture down to a science. I’d love nothing more than to tie her up and come on every exposed piece of flesh she offered. She was beautiful with a knockout body unavailable to a man like me.

Or it should have been.

She wanted to pay her way with sex and she didn’t understand what I wanted. She would run screaming if she did. When we finally satisfied this fucking need, it would be about us and not what she thought she owed me. Once sex happened, all bets were off. Cori would be mine.

My inability to speak didn’t make things easier. She’d been through too much and she didn’t understand I wasn’t in this for a quick fuck. She used her body