Savage Rhythm by Chloe Cox Read Free Book Online

would drive him insane. That this really gave her the upper hand.
    She stopped halfway. Be a badass.
    “On one condition,” she said, not trusting herself to look at him.
    A low, rough sound died in Declan’s throat. Now she looked at him.
    “Did you just growl?”
    “What condition?” he barked.
    Molly straightened up and cocked her head to the side, feeling good, feeling…she didn’t know what. Feeling like she liked this side of Declan. Like she somehow knew how to be , like this, knew what was coming, knew he’d do something to wrest power back—and she wanted him to. It made sense to her. The first time a man had ever made sense to her, even if it was in this twisted, crazy, nonsense way.
    There was no fighting it. She could keep herself from falling into bed with him—maybe—but she couldn’t stop…this.
    So she’d have to use it instead.
    “ What condition ?” he said again.
    “Total honesty,” Molly said. His eyes burned into hers and she forced herself not to flinch, and when she held that gaze, she started to feel warm. “If I’m going to do this, you will give me total honesty. No lies.”
    A woman who wasn’t used to catching the signs might have missed it, but Molly saw him react. A moment when the expression flitted across his face; she’d caught him.
    He said, “What makes you think I’m lying?”
    “Did you ever have a drinking problem?” she asked point blank.
    And Declan Donovan was speechless, possibly for the first time ever. It was Molly’s turn to smile.
    “I know drunks,” she said. “You don’t act like a drunk, and drunks are always drunks, even when they’re sober. And you’re a Dom. You’re in control, all of the time. You are not a drunk.”
    He stared at her, and a smile played at the corners of his mouth. Finally, he said, “No, I never had a drinking problem. Agreed. No lies.”
    Molly bent back over the contract so he wouldn’t see her face, which she was pretty sure could have lit up an entire room. Too late she realized what position that put her in, bent over in cutoffs, right next to him. And then she felt it: his fingertips, dancing on the back of her naked thigh, just teasing, defining the burning boundary where his touch stopped, the boundary she suddenly, desperately wanted him to cross.
    She didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. If she moved, he might stop. If she moved, she’d have to make a decision to tell him whether to stop. The only sound was her panting.
    His fingers slid up her leg to the edge of her cutoffs, just inside.
    Her breath hitched, and she looked down. Her signature ran off the page. She stood up, breathing even harder.
    “You are awfully forward,” she said.
    He grinned, wiggling his fingers in the air. “And you love it.”
    She blushed. “Well, you’ve got your signature. Which means I get my interviews.”
    “I’m not used to having women tell me what to do,” Declan said.
    Molly thought of Adra and a laughed a little.
    “Yes, you are,” she said, trying to ignore his hand on her hip again. “Just not with women you think you’re going to fuck.”
    It was Declan’s turn to laugh. “I’m really a fun guy, you know.”
    “I’ve heard rumors about your shenanigans. Apparently it wasn’t all the booze, either.”
    “You want shenanigans? I’ll give you shenanigans. I’m gonna have fun with you, Molly Ward,” he said, drawing her close. He leaned in, gently, slowly, trying not to startle her…and then he kissed her on the cheek. He whispered, “You’re not immune to me.”
    And he left her like that, breathless. It wasn’t until he was at the door that she could speak.
    “Don’t think you’re immune, either,” she called after him.
    He laughed.
     

chapter 6
     
    Declan was grinning like an idiot as he pulled into the Club Volare compound in Venice Beach. He’d practically lived at this place for the last six months, plenty of time to pack in the memories, yet now when he pulled up he thought about