Moth (Dragon Triad Duet Book 1)
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August 3rd, 2020
August 17th, 2020
He thought he could make my life hell.
But it already was.
The one time Hannah Dewitt tries to live a little, she winds up in the crosshairs of a local thug who seems hellbent on terrorizing her.
As it turns out, there is more to Rafe than meets the eye, and their connection stokes her creativity like nothing else.
Drawn to him despite the inherent risks, she can’t resist feeding the flames of this unlikely attraction no matter how hot they burn.
But Rafe isn’t the only monster in her life. Another looms in the background, and he won’t let her go so easily.
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“Tell me something, does he appreciate your little hobby? Your boyfriend?” He laughs again, but the sound is decidedly colder this time. “Don’t answer that. Describe me instead. Describe me with your writerly words.”
“An asshole. A creep. A fucking liar,’” I snipe. “There. Satisfied?”
He lets me go, turning away. “I’ve been called worse. I bet you have too, rabbit.”
I bite my lip. Have I? Yes. The words echo, distorted, and muted by memory. You’re so selfish, Hannah. Fucking selfish…
“I’m leaving now,” I say, struggling to sound like I mean it.
“Not before I get to critique your assessment.” He whirls to face me, stroking his chin. “A creep. Asshole. Well, I am all of the above…except that last thing. I’m not a liar.”
I meet his gaze again, but the darkness I find there is unwaveringly steady. He’s telling the truth, or at least he thinks he is.
Which strikes me as strange. Out of all the attributes on that list, I wouldn’t expect him to deny that one.
“So, you never lie?” I ask, still holding his gaze.
“No,” he says. “So think carefully about whatever you’re going to ask me next. Make sure you can sleep with it.”
I do. The air catches in the back of my throat as I open my mouth and ask, “Why pick on me?”
He laughs. “I told you.” He moves slowly, giving me every chance to escape his advance. When I don’t, his hands return to my hips. “I want to know what makes a rabbit scream.”
One by one, he spreads out his fingers, and I’m riveted by the sight of them—long and slim, streaked with dirt. Or paint? Gradually, they slip between the denim of my jeans to connect with my skin. Greedily, seeking more. More. Once he’s gained enough leverage, he tugs.
I inhale, raising my hands. “S-Stop—”
“No,” he growls, yanking me into him. “Close your eyes.”
Something in his voice reaches past my logical brain, the part of me I’ve listened to my entire life. He goes deeper.
“Feel,” he commands in a tone that ripples down my spine. “What does this feel like? Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
Softness mingled with a slightly rougher texture. Definitely paint. Warmth from the fingertips traces a blazing path over my chilled flesh. Down, down, down…
“Breathe, rabbit,” he urges, his mouth near my ear. “I won’t hurt you. Unless you ask me to.”