Chapter 27

Anya had stopped resisting Ash almost right away. Not that it mattered. He had been willing to tie her up and gag her if it meant getting the conniving beauty back to his place and into his bed. The one taste he had of her only ignited the fire. He wanted more. He wanted everything. And he would take everything, even if it meant pissing off her very powerful kin.

She sat beside him in his black truck where he'd thrust her into the passenger seat, staring woodenly out of the tinted window. She hasn't said a word, not even to ask where they were going. Not that she ever did what he expected her to do. She wasn't like any woman he'd ever known. She frustrated him, infuriated him and ignited his lust like no other. Even now he had to stop himself from slamming on the brakes, yanking her across the space that separated them and fucking her right there in the front seat of his vehicle.

He gripped the steering wheel and tried to ignore the tantalizing fragrance of her fruity body lotion.