Broken Promises (The Brianna Lane Series) by Belinda Boring Read Free Book Online Page B

everyone yelling and screaming, and I wondered how I could get us to the car without being stopped.
    Quinn whispered into my ear, he saw an opening that gave us a clear path. Squeezing his hand, I stepped out and tripped over my own feet. I crashed down hard, grazing my palms on the sidewalk as they broke my fall.
    I cursed my clumsiness—berating myself for not paying attention. He scooped me up, and I melted into him.
    “I have you, sweetheart. Let me get us out of here.” His voice sounded sure, more himself, and I nodded. Judging the best way to go, he stood quietly, and I could feel his heart thumping loudly. I knew he was worried as well, knowing how dangerous the situation had become.
    Just when I thought we’d never move, two men came and stood by us. They talked back and forth, one clearly in charge as the other gave a detailed report. I couldn’t hear too clearly, but what I did hear sparked my curiosity.
    “Quinn, wait a minute.” I tugged on his shirt, signaling for him to pause.
    Hiding my interest, I discretely watched as the newcomers scanned the rioting street with a look of pure satisfaction. Instinct told me they were somehow connected to the drastic change.
    “Why?” he replied, holding me closer. “I don’t think we should linger.”
    “I know, I know. There’s something about those two though . . . something important.” I gestured toward the men. “I can’t explain why, but we need to stay . . . just until we know.”
    He followed my gaze, and moved to shelter me better. “Okay, but don’t take too long. I don’t feel so good and I can’t protect you if . . .” He didn’t need to finish his sentence—we both understood what was at stake.
    I wasted no time studying the strangers—the first noticeable thing was how beautiful they were. Standing tall, their bodies appeared lithe and graceful. Both wore silvery hair long, falling just below their shoulder blades and their facial features looked as though a master sculptor had etched them. Everything about them screamed elegance and refinement, a seductiveness and allure, which tugged on me like a magnetic attraction.
    But for all the different ways they were appealing, a chilled and hostile energy flowed off them in waves. It shocked me to see a real ugliness about them underneath the surface—a frightening viciousness. Everything in me screamed to move away and not become the object of those men’s attention.
    I drew Quinn’s focus and motioned I needed to tell him something. “I was right. They know something about this. See how much they’re enjoying it? It’s like they’re gloating. We need to know how they’re involved.” With a short nod, he lowered me to the ground, but kept his arms wrapped around me, not letting me leave his embrace.
    “Follow my lead,” he said as he moved slightly, placing us at the one of the theater’s walls. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine—a thrill shooting through me that almost rivaled my fear. “You need to look like you’re into it. We need them to think we’re caught up in whatever’s happening. Come on, kissing me isn’t that bad, is it?” He didn’t wait for my answer as he pressed his body closer and recaptured my mouth.
    My knees naturally weakened as he kissed me like his life depended on it. For all the gentleness he could show, there wasn’t a trace of it as he gave full rein to his hunger and desire. There was no keeping my body from responding.
    Like a spark to kindle, it ignited my own passion, and I kissed him back just as intensely. This time I didn’t wait for him to make the first move, I parted my lips and broke through his—needing to taste.
    Over and over our tongues danced, his hands riding up my back until his fingers found my hair. He gently gripped my ponytail and took advantage of how it opened me up to him better. When I didn’t stifle the groan it produced, he deepened the kiss to a point where I felt I would shatter.
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