Primal Pursuit - Page 150

Necklace? That’s what I’m thinking.

She stole it from her uncle, but how did Uncle fucking Frank get it in the first place?

Just thinking of Parish’s name boils my blood and slides tendrils of cold through it—the same cold that leads to murder.

That fucker better enjoy his last hours on Earth. He doesn’t have long.

I don’t know how far it went with him touching Rabbit. But I do know it went far enough, too far, farther than she wants to admit to me.

Frank Parish is a dead man walking for touching her. He and his coward wife are living on borrowed time. The kinds of deaths they’re going to endure will be based on what Poppy tells me.

I think, sooner rather than later, Rabbit and I are gonna need to have a little chat.

Rabbit sits, holding the box. She’s still naked, and ordinarily I’d be so hard I’d be thinking of ways to fuck her. Like, those chains could be utilized more. Or I could lay her in my lap and spank the living fuck out of her. I could bite and suck on that soft, rounded ass flesh and cover her in bite marks and bruises.

I don’t.

I’m not hard.

Interested, yes. I’m always fucking interested in Rabbit.

But not like this. Not with her shoulders slumped. It’s actually starting to piss me the fuck off.

This isn’t her.

It’s not like I dropped a bombshell on her and pulled back some curtain sayingta-da, here I fucking am, murderer of your parents.

She knew.

“Davian?”

“Yeah?”

Poppy puts the box down next to my gun, and she raises her eyes to me. She swallows. “You know I want to kill the person who put the hit on my parents.”

“Along with me.”

Her gaze skitters away. “You said you prefer me alive?”

“I’m not done fucking you.”

She swallows again.

“Then,” she says, looking at me, her shoulders straightening, her gaze fierce, “I’ll accept your help.”

“I’m not aware I offered you help.”

She stands, stalks up to me, and shoves me hard. I take her hand and lift it to my mouth, and I bite her thumb. Hard. Her soft little moan is everything.

“You did,” Rabbit says. “And I’m accepting.”

We both know help is a very gray area. Because while I didn’t admit it, I know me saying I don’t want her dead means I’ll help her. It’s going to be my mission, anyway, ifI’m being summoned to this meeting. Regardless of anything to do with Rabbit, or any concerns they might have over her, I’m going to be asked to kill.

“You never want my help with anything. Why now?”

“Because I don’t have a choice.” She holds my gaze.

I shrug. “My gun’s right there. Loaded. You can always shoot me.”