Primal Pursuit - Page 181

I laugh again, holding her tight. “Jesus, darling Rabbit. I think you just do what you want. You stand up to me. You challenge me. You excite me.”

Fuck. This woman’s got my heart. Sheismy heart. But those words are too raw, too real to say them. I will. One day. Soon, probably.

I pull her hair, lift her head, and kiss her mouth deeply.

“Just remember, if you touch another girl without my permission, I’ll kill you,” she says.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

She rolls off the bed. “As much as I want to desecrate this place like it deserves, I don’t want to be here.”

I get up, take her hand. “Rabbit, is there anything you want? You don’t need to take it now, but…”

“I never want to set foot in here again. I have everything I need with me. I took it when I left. There’s nothing here I want.” Her voice cracks, and I pull her close, holding her against me.

When she lifts her head, I say, “We need to call the cleaners.”

“I want to burn this place to the ground, Davian.”

I smooth my hands on her face. “Now? It’s…it’s a lot of mess, a lot of time, a lot of paperwork and palms greased.”

“Scared of living on the edge?”

I wrap a hand tightly around her throat and brush my mouth against hers. “No.”

Rabbit slides her arms around my waist, and even though I came twice, my cock stirs against her sweet skin.

“Any money can go to whatever that will cost. I want it gone. Now.”

“What my rabbit wants…my rabbit gets.”

We dress, and I don’t bother saying the Dark Sovereign aren’t going to charge my woman for a coverup of arson. Let her ravenous, vindictive, bruised heart use fire as a balm on the scars there.

She’s my heart, too. Her scars are mine.

We make our way down, and I call it in, letting Alexius know the plan, and all I need to say is she’s mine, and he gets it. He’s not even fucking surprised. I think he knew before I did.

I hang up, and a gunshot goes off behind me, and again, in quick succession.

Turning, I find Rabbit emptying the gun into her uncle’s corpse.

I come up to her, ease my hand over hers, and lower the gun, sliding it from her and tucking it behind my back.

I take my light and hand it to her. It doesn’t take long to use oil and booze and the shit they use to start the fireplaces.

She lights a booze-soaked corner of material, and soon there’s a blaze. I’m not really sure it’ll work like she wants, but that’s what the people on the Sovereign payroll are for. Someone will be here soon to make sure it burnsall the way to the ground. And to clear away bodies. But she doesn’t need to be here for that.

“We need to go, Rabbit.”

“Davian—”

“Witnesses can be suspects. The fire’s contained right now but won’t be for long. We go out the front door, and we read about it tomorrow. They’re dead.”

Something sags, like all the strength and will she’s been holding on to for years now finally drains out of her.

She staggers, and I slide my arm around her waist, hoisting her up, cradling her against my chest, and I carry my rabbit out of the door.

Out of the nightmare.