Simon Says by Lori Foster

Author:Lori Foster
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"You didn't tel me he was a fighter."

Marvin Dream glanced at his moronic friend sitting in the front seat, and his temper got the better

of him. He punched him in the back of the head, and when that didn't take the edge off his anger,

he did it again and again.

Unfortunately for Marvin, violence only spurred him toward more violence. He liked it. He fed

off it.

Cowering, the other man cried out. "What'd I do? What? Stop it." He ducked, trying to avoid

Marvin's rage. Blood trickled from his already-injured ear.

But Marvin couldn't stop.

The driver swerved, cursed.

And Marvin realized that the cops might notice them if they drove crazy. That helped him regain

his control, and he retreated to his seat in the back of the SUV.

"I'm bleedin' again," the other man accused in a whine as he rubbed his sleeve over his ear. He snuffled and hunched his shoulders, and cast a wary eye into the backseat at Marvin.

Jesus, Marvin thought. He hated gutless sheep who couldn't take a hit. No one ever stood up to

him. No one ever dared.

Except Dakota.

She'd not only stood op to him, she'd kicked him in the face, left him, divorced him....

His rage burned bright again, and he burst out, "Fucking idiot, I didn't know he was a fighter,

now did I? He's a longhaired freak in a band. He plays a goddamned guitar."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean nothin' by it, Marv."

"Shut up." Marvin shoved himself into the comer of the vehicle, staring blindly out the window, stewing over his anger, and remembering.

He knew he'd grown obsessed over Dakota, but she was the most elusive woman he'd ever

known. The longer he went without her, the more he wanted her. Over and over in his mind, he

remembered his last night with her.

How she'd fought him.

How he'd taken her anyway.

His breath hitched in stirring excitement. He wanted to taste her again. He needed to feel her

under him, straggling, cursing....

But she'd moved on to other men. Too many other men. Tonight, while he'd lurked in the

shadows, anonymous and unnoticed, Dakota had joined the band onstage. As if she no longer

feared anyone or anything, she'd strutted her stuff in one hel of a show.

He'd seen every little detail. The flex of her strong thigh muscles accentuated by the clinging

dress. The bead of sweat that ran down her chest and between her tits. How her long hair danced

around those too-proud shoulders.

She'd deliberately made him wild to have her back.

With a sound of disgust, the driver interrupted Marvin's thoughts, saying, "I should have gigged

that fucking musician for busting my jaw."

Marvin barely managed to keep the reins on his temper. "I don't want him dead, you asshole." His hands tightened into fists and he continued to stare out the window. "The cops wil blow off a

mugging, especial y outside a bar. But a murder's altogether different. They won't let that go

without a lot of digging. And I don't need that kind of hassle right now."

No, al he needed was Dakota back where she belonged. With him, tied to him, where he could

control her.

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