Infamous: (A Bad Boy Romantic Suspense) by Mila Noir Read Free Book Online Page B

Maybe writing about face creams and weight loss wasn’t all that bad. She could pack up now, go back to her cramped, shared apartment, go to work and tell them there was no story, just an unfortunate accident. She could make a clean getaway.
    Sighing, she pulled the covers back over her head. That wasn’t her way. Grams had taught her better than to just give up because things got difficult. Okay, so, this was definitely not going according to plan. But she could manage it. She’d dealt with worse.
    Taylor drifted off and slipped into sleep, trying not to think about a pair of beautiful blue eyes, dark brows like wings, and the sound of mocking laughter.

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    The Rider could sense her in the dark, and she could sense it. Whether it had been male or female didn’t matter; it was a Thing now, a thing of shadows and pain and death. And something more. Something like justice, just without trial or jury or law. It was the justice of beasts. Of the wild. It was pure, somehow. True.
    It wanted something from her, but she didn’t know what. It was calling to her from behind eyes blind to anything but vengeance. To anything but blood.
    She stood on the bridge in her nightgown, small again, cold and alone and afraid. It was coming for her. Bearing down on her, the eyes of the horse it rode red and insane, smoke curling from its flaring nostrils, something dark dripping from its haggard face.
    Her bare feet moved without her thinking, beginning to run, to pound across cold ground that was hard and treacherous with dry leaves. She ran, her breath like knives in her lungs, her head aching, feet getting cut, legs scratched from brambles and twigs. But the bridge was still too close, the Rider was still coming, faster and faster.
    She was grown now, in a different nightgown, still white, still cold, still night. The Rider stood above her, too tall, like a giant. The horse snorted and she thought she could hear it, sniffing for her. She stood still, like a statue, afraid to move or breathe.
    The Rider dismounted and walked towards her, invisible spurs clanking, big boots thumping.
    Suddenly she wasn’t afraid. She was excited. The way it walked, it was familiar somehow. The face was covered by a large dark hood, so all she could see were burning eyes, like embers.
    Embers that became blue.
    The Rider stood before her and reached out a gloved hand…to softly touch her cheek. She smiled up at it and gently pushed back the hood.
    Anton’s face looked down at her, blue eyes dark with passion. She could look at his face forever, the lines, the shape of his mouth, the feel of his hair. Then she was in his arms, swept up against the heat of him, and his lips were descending.
    And she wanted him. Like she had always wanted him. Would always want him. She wanted this. Craved it, even. She’d dreamed of it and fantasized about it since high school. Since she’d been old enough to know what wanting was. She’d wanted him more than anything. More than air to breathe or food to eat.
    His face had captivated her, his voice, the smell and feel of him. And now he was here, against her, pressed tight and warm. She could feel the stubble on his cheeks, feels the long strands of his silky hair between her fingers. She could see every lash on his eyes, feel his chest rising and falling beneath her hands.
    Their lips were nearly touching, she could feel his breath against hers…just a little closer. A little closer and she would finally get to know what it was like to kiss him. To be with him. To feel him and know him with her body. To know what all of these feelings led to, to follow them to their inevitable end. To die a little, in his arms, and wake up someone new. Just a little closer. So skin could meet skin. A little closer and she could love him. Wrap herself around him, bring him into her, and be complete. Just…a little closer…a little closer and his lips would be hers. He would be hers, forever. Just a little closer…
    Which was, of