Power (Romantic Suspense) by Kenya Wright Read Free Book Online

what?”
    I gave the swing all that I had and bat at his crotch.
    Got him.
    “MJ!” Fuji grabbed the area with both hands and crumbled to the floor. “You. . .B-word!”
    Awww. Even in pain, he’s respectful.
    “I really, really am sorry, Fuji.” I raced around him fast. He tried to grab my ankles, but I was too quick. Thank, God for my satanic track coach who pushed me too hard on some Saturday mornings when it was too cold to be alive and damned sure too freezing to move. He made us run sprints—rain or shine.
    I made it out of the bedroom and glanced over my shoulder. There was no way Fuji would catch me. He’d collapsed to the ground and still rubbed his groin as he moaned.
    I’m fucking out of here! All I’ve got to do is get to the door, rush down the stairs, speed through the club to the front, bust out, and never freaking look back. Noah has my wallet and phone. Fine. I’ll change my name. I’ll move. I’ll disappear. I’ll do anything, but let myself—
    And then the front door opened and I slammed right into Noah’s hard chest. His face portrayed the very definition of anger, and I knew that my destiny would be a skin peeling or worst.

Chapter 4

    Mary Jane
    A misogynist paid his last respects at the tomb of his dead wife.
    When someone asked him, "Who has gone to rest?"
    he replied, "Me, now that I'm alone."
    –Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)
    I n a flash, Noah grabbed my arms and slammed me up against the wall. Not too hard, but enough to know that he had power and wasn’t playing around.
    And now I die.
    Fuji groaned some more in the back and then noises of movement came next, indicating to me that the big guy was getting up.
    What am I going to do now?
    With Noah’s hands gripping my arms and him barely three inches away from me, I could not run or get away. The most hopeless part of the whole situation was that he just stood there with me up against the wall. His face looked even more perfect this close up. I almost turned away, but couldn’t.
    Noah stayed there in front of me, silent and seething. Those cold blue eyes digging deep down into my soul. He could’ve been a sexy man, if he wasn’t a killer. In another situation, he could’ve made my panties wet with that gaze and had me doing the nastiest things. But logic wouldn’t let me relish in that gorgeous face—chiseled and sculpted, smooth and so definitely masculine. Logic told me to claw his smooth skin up the first chance I could get and run away.
    He stayed quiet.
    I decided to say something, “I-I’m. . .”
    Noah cocked his head to the side. “Sorry? Is that what you are? You’re sorry?”
    “Very much.”
    “Trust me. You’re not that sorry right now, but soon you will be.” He tightened his grip on my arms and leaned in closer, hiding his face and placing it on the side of mine like we were lovers embracing.
    I trembled. “Please, let me go?”
    “You smell good. Really good in fact.” He sniffed the curve of my neck. “It makes me want to eat you.”
    I trembled against him. It wasn’t solely fear that caused my body to shiver. His words eat you sounded nasty and vile. A movie played out in my head. A dark porno. Him ripping my clothes off, tearing away my jeans, lifting me up against the wall, and pounding into my sex, over and over, until I screamed his name.
    My breathing transformed into rushed panting.
    He whispered in my ear, “Why is there a dildo in your hand?”
    Not even realizing I still held it, I dropped it quick. “I. . .”
    “Were you getting horny? Playing with yourself and Fuji interrupted, saw the beautiful sight of your pussy, and got blinded with horniness. Is that how you seized the opportunity to run away?”
    “It wasn’t exactly like that.”
    “You must tell me the story,” Noah whispered. “Fuji is no punk. He’s held men captive with no problem. Most bigger than you. When they get out of line, bruises mar their faces. If they continue, he snaps their necks. How are you able