Release Date: February 2, 2015
Sexy, tattooed and inevitably dangerous. Memphis is all that and more…
I live for the pain; it’s what drives me to keep moving. But there comes
a time when one has to push the demons aside in order to survive.
I thought I buried them deep. I thought I was ready to finally live.
Until… my brother, Alex; he throws me into the fire—right into the place
I could never control myself, the one place I never want to be again.
When I put my hands on people, they get hurt. Things happen that bring
me back to that night. The one that will forever torment me.
I’m doing fine, keeping to myself in order to ensure no one gets hurt by
me. Then along comes Lyric, and all I want to do is touch her, to put
my hands in places that I know will only lead to her being crushed by
me.
She’s the rush that I crave. The darkest of poison running through my
veins, killing me bit by bit; like a drug I can’t get enough of even
though I’m almost down to my last breath.
And being around her only hurts more, but what she doesn’t understand is
that I welcome the pain; I get off on it, which in the end leaves me
with the hardest decision of my life—one that might get us all killed…
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Lyric steps away and laughs before walking over and stopping in front of
me. She looks up into my eyes and licks her bottom lip. Her whole body
is glistening with sweat now, and all I can think about is tasting every
inch of her. “Dance with me, Memphis.”
I pull my eyes away from her lips and flex my jaw. As much as I want to
put my hands all over, I need to fight it, but this fucking liquor isn’t
doing much to help it.
“No, Lyric.”
She takes a step closer and runs her tiny, soft hand down my arm. “Just
once. It’s not even a big deal. It’s just a dance. It’s not like I’m
asking you to fuck me. I’m asking you to touch me.”
“You want me to touch you,” I growl. I roughly slide my hands over her
hips before gripping her waist and slamming her up against the wall.
Leaning in, I fist her hair in my hand and whisper in her ear. “Is this
how you want me to touch you? Touching someone that I know always leads
to them getting hurt.” I grip her waist tighter and press my body flush
with hers. Her body trembles against mine and her breathing picks up as
my bottom lip brushes over her ear. “I’m fucking tainted, Lyric. Running
now would be your best option.”
She looks up into my eyes and wets her lips, fighting to catch her
breath. “I. Want. You. To. Touch. Me. I’m not running anywhere.”
FUCK! Those words do me in.
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