Out of Control (Untamed #2) by Jinsey Reese, Victoria Green Read Free Book Online Page A

me to follow.
    We left his apartment, and walked down the stairs to the ground floor. He knocked on the door closest to the front entrance of the building. A crooked old woman opened it, her face lighting up at the sight of Dare. She immediately reached for his shoulders as he leaned down to press his cheek to hers—first on the right, then the left—and spoke to her in fluid French.
    Holy shit. Dare was speaking French? When did that happen?
    The language sounded delicious on his lips, the words sliding smoothly out of his mouth and surrounding me in the vestibule. I wanted to breathe them in, soak them up. God, it was getting me hot just listening to him.
    And that was exactly what was not supposed to be happening. I remembered his words clearly. Mistake, he’d said. Won’t happen again.
    Just like that my head was clear, my mind feeling the hard edge of anger.
    Won’t happen again . You bet your sweet ass it won’t happen again.
    Dare gestured at me, and the woman looked over with so much warmth in her eyes I almost had to take a step back.
    “ Bonjour, ,” she said, “ Je m’appelle Anais. ” I’m Anais. Then she took my arm and led me back up the stairs to the door across from Dare’s.
    My eyes flew to his, but he was purposefully not looking at me. Live right across from him? And if the layout of this place was anything like his, it meant we’d be sharing a wall, too.
    My heart hammered in my chest and my palms began to sweat. I didn’t know if I could do this. Be this close to him. Because, come on, this was a little much. I’d figured seeing him again would give me the closure that everyone always boasts about, but living right next to him was more than I’d bargained for. Much more. When he’d said there was a place in the building, I was thinking somewhere else . Another floor. Waaaay down the hall. Definitely not THIS close.
    Oblivious to my panic, Anais unlocked the door and led me through the apartment, her silvery-white waves catching the morning light spilling through the windows. The place was fully furnished with a tan, overstuffed couch, a few Kandinsky prints on the walls, a kitchen that would get no use since I couldn’t cook, and a tiny little bathroom just like Dare’s. The bedroom was airy and bright.
    It was so fucking perfect.
    I had to take it.
    I mean, obviously I had to take it because I couldn’t live with Lucien and I had nowhere else to go, but I HAD to take it.
    As for Dare being right next door? Well, I guess I’d have to ignore that. And hopefully eventually learn to live with it.
    He’d gone back to his apartment while Anais and I settled on rent—she’d agreed to just below my monthly maximum, thank god. Once I’d received my set of keys, I’d gone back to Lucien’s, packed up my few things, and brought them all over. I’d just dumped them in the living room, changed my clothes and left.
    But now I was back in my new apartment—tired, sore, in need of a shower and food.
    And ready to get my life back on track.
    Again.

    Three hours later, I was lying alone in the dark, desperately trying not to think about the feel of Dare’s hands roaming over me, his tongue teasing my most sensitive places. His touch was imprinted on my skin. Every time I closed my eyes I was back in his bed, writhing in pleasure, throbbing with want.
    Every time I opened them, I was alone.
    So fucking alone.
    Sleep was never going to come at this rate, so I got up and pulled out my bag of tricks. A couple of pills worth of relaxation and half a bottle of wine to wash them down still didn’t erase Dare from my mind. If anything, I was feeling even more riled up. I could practically see him hovering above me, his eyes glinting in the darkness so full of raw need and pure greed.
    The fact that I knew he was right next door, just on the other side of the wall, only made it that much worse.
    Last night had been a trip to heaven, only to be plunged straight down into the fiery pits of hell this