backing away to give her space, he continued to move closer. She retreated until he had her back against the wall.
âI didnât know,â she repeated, agony resonating through her as he caught her wrists, anchored them in one hand, then brought them slowly above her head, forcing her to the tips of her toes as she strained away from him. âWhat are you doing, Crowe?â
âHe didnât want to kill Logan, Rafer, or me,â he told her. âHe wanted us imprisoned. He wanted us out of the county for the year the trusts our parents left us specified as the amount of time we could be out of Corbin County before we lost everything they wanted us to have. He wanted to watch us suffer.â
âI didnât know what he was doing,â she protested again, though she feared he was deliberately ignoring it, just as he would ignore any proof she had that she wasnât lying.
âHe wanted to destroy everything we loved.â Fury throbbed just beneath the hard growl of his voice and echoed in the silent fire beginning to blaze in his eyes. âHe and his fucking partners raped and murdered any woman we touched and did everything they could to frame us for those murders.â
And they had nearly succeeded more than once.
âI didnât.â She had to force the protest out, because he was touching her. Whether in anger, hatred, or the intent to harm, still, he was touching her and God help her but she had ached for so long â¦
A whimper left her lips as his hard chest pressed against her breasts, his hips into her lower belly, and the raging erection beneath his jeans angled at her navel.
She could feel how hard he was, remember how hot, how intent he could be while pushing inside the wet, aching depths of her body.
âHe almost took everything we cherished, Amelia,â he reminded her, his eyes brilliant in the darkness of his face, in the sudden arousal that suffused it. âHe nearly destroyed Rafe and Logan and the women they loved, and he made certain he tracked down every woman we may have even considered having as a lover.â
âI didnât know!â she cried out again as his free arm wrapped around her hips and pulled her up his body until he jutted his hips between her thighs, the denim-covered erection notching against her sex. âPlease, Crowe, I would have stopped him if I could have. I swear. If I had known, you would have known.â
âHe dangled you beneath my nose like a fucking piece of steak before a hungry wolf, Amelia,â he told her, his tone brutal. âHe was daring me to take you.â
She couldnât think about that; she didnât dare.
âPlease, Crowe. Let me go.â The plea was whispered but no less desperate for its lack of force.
Her loss of strength against him was terrifying. The feel of his body, all lean hard muscle and raging male hunger, was more than she could deny herself.
She had ached for so long.
Ached for his touch. Ached for the perfection of pleasure she had found in his arms so many summers before.
âLet you go?â His head lowered, his lips brushing against the line of her jaw. âDo you really think thatâs going to happen, Amelia? After all this time, after the effort he went to in teasing me with you?â Strong teeth nipped at her jaw before the warmth of his tongue eased over the little ache. âDared me to take you. Have you considered why? Have you considered the punishment he had in store for you if I ever dared to take what was so subtly offered and he learned of it?â
She couldnâtâ
âPlease donât do this to me.â Her head fell back against the wall, tilting to the side as his lips moved slowly down the sensitive column of her neck.
So slowly.
His tongue licked against the nerve-ridden flesh, his teeth scraped against it, sending pleasure racing with fiery force along her tender nerve endings.
He was going to break her in