All Chapters of LOVE BEYOND BRATVA DARK WORLD: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

She squeezed his hand. “Well, still, I’m very grateful. I wish there was something I could do to make amends.”The perfect entry to his next topic. Linking his fingers a bit more tightly with hers, he replied, “Your wish is granted.”She shot him a wary look. “You want me to continue dancing for you, so you can keep putting yourself out as bait.”“Yes, but there’s more. We need to up the stakes or this charade isn’t going to work. Both Alex and Carlton manhandled Annabelle—for want of a better term—and created a scene. That’s the next step. I think if we stage an altercation at Phoenix Club, it will trip this guy’s trigger. He’ll come after me.”The fingers between his went stiff and still. He pulled his attention from the road briefly to see her reaction. Eyes full of fear and dread stared back at him.Her concern warmed something inside him, deep in his chest, even as her reluctance made him want to tear out his hair. After steering the Land Cruiser through a turn and onto his stree

Stomach churning with dread, she made her way across the still-crowded club to the VIP room and tried to mentally prepare for the next phase of the plan. She took a deep breath and slipped inside. There he sat, looking so big and tough and good, she suddenly longed for the days when all she had to do was straddle his lap, strip off a few articles of clothing, and touch him to her heart’s content. When their eyes met, his darkened, hinting maybe he had the same thought.Then he began a long, slow perusal of the slutty schoolgirl, starting with her patent leather Mary Jane platforms, ascending along her black thigh-high stockings, sweeping up the twin bands of skin exposed between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of her very short pleated plaid skirt.She sauntered over and straddled him with a bravado she didn’t feel. His gaze snagged on the hot pink panties visible beneath the hiked-up hem of her skirt, and despite her worry over this so-called plan, her trigger-happy hormones

Shaking her head, she hugged his shoulders and pressed her lips to his neck, his jaw, along his cheekbone, and finally, unbelievably soft, delicate kisses around the edge of the bandage at his right temple. Suddenly feeling incredibly alive, he raised his chin and intercepted those restless lips. Their mouths fused, and she stilled, sighed brokenly, and sank into him.Within seconds, they were panting and pulling at her clothes. He dragged her wet shirt over her head and tossed it. It landed with a slap against the tiled floor, but he barely noticed. He was too absorbed in the sight of her—her breasts encased in a wet, white, completely transparent bra. When he cupped those breasts and lifted them, taking their weight, her head tipped back and her thighs tightened around his hips.Needing to taste her skin, he popped the front clasp and watched warm, smooth flesh burst free of the sodden confines. “Closer,” he whispered, and with an arm behind her back, he brought one straining pink n

By the time she pulled into her driveway, she’d figured only one thing out—the questions were too complex to resolve during a drive home, especially with her nerves shot and her body craving sleep. The rest of the day would be quiet and calming, she promised herself as she trudged upstairs. Her heart leaped into her throat when the front door suddenly swung open and she confronted a lean, muscular chest encased in a dark blue T-shirt. A quick tilt of her head brought Ian’s amused face into view.He stepped out onto the landing. “Hey, Anaisse . How’s the patient?”Dazed by his presence, she traded places with him. “Fine. Um, resting comfortably. Is Annabelle okay?”His grin stretched into a wry smile. “She’s a little pissed. Probably my fault. Don’t worry though, she’ll level out once she realizes I’m right and stops fighting the inevitable.” He jogged down the stairs, calling, “See you later.”“Later,” Anaisse parroted, still bemused by his presence and his strange, cocky pronouncemen

He’d meant to sound flippant, but he could tell by her guilty expression he’d missed his mark. Shit. This was a new experience for him, being the one who wanted a relationship, while the other person adamantly didn’t. As if that wasn’t painful enough, he had to go and advertise his wounds with acerbic comments. She’d never second-guess her decision if he whined and picked at her, and he’d lose all respect for himself in the process. Reaching deep for patience and dignity, he got up, swept her sweats from the floor, and tossed them to her. “Come on. I’ve got an extra pair of chopsticks with your name on them.”She relaxed and smiled, as he’d intended, and shimmied into her pants—which he’d also intended, but nonetheless regretted a little. Taking her hand, he led her out of the bedroom.Dinner ended up being a comfy, cozy picnic on his living room sofa. Tucked snugly into one corner with her knees drawn up, Anaisse peered at him from over the cardboard container of sweet-and-sour veggi