Chapter 260
Chapter 260:
Eliza laughed lightly. It was almost absurd. “Are you jealous of a broken man? He was crying, Dallas p>
“I am jealous of the wind that touches you,” Dallas growled. “I don’t like another man’s scent on you. Especially his p>
Eliza studied his profile — the sharp nose, the intense brow. He was furious in that primal, possessive way that used to frighten her but now made her blood hum.
She decided to tease him. She felt light, almost reckless after the weight of the goodbye with Anson.
She unbuckled her seatbelt. The click was loud in the quiet car. She leaned across the center console and brought her lips close to his ear.
“You know,” she whispered, “he said he would wait for you to fail p>
“Let him wait,” Dallas said, the engine note rising. “I’ll bury him under the foundation of his own house p>
𝖳𝗁𝘦 𝗺o𝗌t 𝗽𝘰p𝘂𝗹а𝗋 ոо𝗏е𝗅ѕ о𝘯
Eliza trailed a finger down the side of his neck, feeling his pulse jump beneath her touch. “But you won’t fail me, right p>
“Eliza, sit back,” Dallas warned, his voice rough. “I’m driving p>
“Or what?” She bit his earlobe gently.
Dallas’s control snapped. With a low curse, he wrenched the wheel. The car swerved smoothly off the main highway and down an exit ramp, and he didn’t ease off until they were on a dark, deserted service road overlooking the distant city lights. Gravel crunched sharply as he threw the car into park. He unbuckled his belt and turned to her. His eyes were predatory, dark pupils swallowing the iris.
“Or I will show you exactly who you belong to,” he said.
Eliza’s breath caught. She had poked the bear, and the bear was hungry.
“We’re off the highway,” she reminded him, her voice already breathless. “But people could still see p>
“Let them,” Dallas said — completely illogical, and incredibly compelling.
He took her face in both hands and kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was a claiming — deep and possessive, erasing the memory of Anson, erasing the past, branding her with his taste.
Eliza melted into him, her hands tangling in his hair. This was the passion she wanted. The fire that burned away every trace of coldness from her life.
A car’s headlights swept past the end of the road — a distant reminder of the world they had left behind. Dallas broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead came to rest against hers.
“Home,” he muttered. “Now. Before I get arrested for public indecency p>
He pulled back, shifted into gear, and merged onto the road. He drove considerably faster now.
Eliza buckled up and touched her lips with her fingertips. She smiled. She liked it when he lost control.
They burst into the penthouse foyer like a storm. Dallas didn’t bother to hang up his keys — he tossed them onto the console table, where they slid and clipped a vase. He was still in predator mode, his hand gripping Eliza’s firmly.
“You’re back p>
Azalea was sprawled on the living room sofa, a bowl of popcorn balanced on her stomach, the TV blaring a reality show.
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