Van Read Online Sawyer Bennett (Cold Fury Hockey #9)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Cold Fury Hockey Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 413(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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This doesn’t arouse me. It makes me furious, so much so that I can’t really see anything else but her as I stride her way. This worries me slightly, because it’s the same sort of focused rage I get when I’m fighting out on the ice, and I am not thinking this is going to bode well for anyone within a ten-foot radius of me, least of all Simone.

She must sense the disturbance in the atmosphere I’m creating, because she turns and looks straight at me. I barely process her smile, the fact that it clearly says she’s glad to see me. I choose to ignore the slight mischief in her eyes, and I certainly don’t pay attention to the tiny bit of naughtiness I see in that smile. I try to manage the thin haze of red that seems to be coating my eyes as I come to a stop inches from her.

She looks up at me, batting those long eyelashes. “Looking mighty fine, Mr. Turner.”

I suck in air through my nose over her cavalier attitude, and with barely controlled fury, I grit out to her, “You follow me out of this club right now. If you don’t, I’m going to pick you up and carry you out. There are probably going to be several bouncers who are going to try to stop me, and I’m going to kill anyone who tries to interfere. Am I clear?”

About halfway through my little speech her eyes rounded and those beautiful lips turned downward. Her shoulders sagged, and that’s when I knew she wouldn’t fight me on this.

She just nods, but rather than wait for me to lead her out, she pushes past me and starts making her way toward the exit doors. I follow along, keeping my gaze moving around the club to make sure no one tries to stop her or me, but either the bouncers are lazy or they can see the menace coming off me.

When Simone steps outside, I’m right behind her, and once we’re clear of the door, my hand is latching on to her elbow. I’m almost shaking with anger, so I do nothing but march her along the front of the building and around the side alley for some much-needed privacy and so no one can see the fact she’s still fucking topless.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Simone snarls at me as she wrenches free of my grip.

“Wrong with me?” I bark at her. My hand goes to her throat and I back her into the side of the brick building. Her eyes flare wide with surprise, but not from my grip, which is soft, but more from the fury in my tone. “You’re working in a strip club? Flashing your tits to strangers. Do I need to go on?”

Simone raises her chin and her eyes flash with a fury of her own. “What do you care? What I do for work isn’t any of your business.”

“Wrong,” I growl at her as I lean my face to hover over hers. “You wanted a promise of exclusivity and you got it. I get the same back from you, and that means no one else looking at or touching what is mine.”

She blinks those gorgeous hazel eyes at me and sputters, “Are you jealous?”

Jerking my head back, I tell her, “Give me a fucking break. I’m just proprietary about what’s mine. Besides, I know what the girls do here to make extra money, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to—”

Simone’s hand cracking against my cheek shuts me right the fuck up and my hand falls away from her throat as I take a cautious step back.

“You can go fuck yourself,” she hisses at me, and turns to walk away.

My hand shoots out, latches on to her arm, and I jerk her back to me. The movement causes her to stumble, but my arms are around her to hold her up. Turning, I push her back into the wall, this time keeping my frame there to pin her in.

“This is mine,” I whisper to her as I bring a hand to palm her breast. Her eyes flash with fury and she growls at me. I squeeze her flesh, then I pull her nipple between my finger and thumb. “This is mine.”

As I roll her nipple, I slide my other hand between her legs, squeezing her sex lightly. The heat in her eyes doesn’t lessen, but the anger is certainly dulled. “This is mine, Simone. You gave it to me. Your tits, your cunt, and that mouth. All mine. Only mine to touch. Only mine to look at. You show it to no one else, you got me?”

Her lips curve upward and her smirk is knowing. “You don’t own my ass.”

“I’ll remedy that tonight,” I promise her. “Now are you going to get in my car and come home with me?”


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