What do you do when the man who raped you has
the entire police force in his pocket? When you’re called a slut, a whore, and
a liar? You get your own justice.
My name is Nami DeGrace, and six months ago I
was a normal college student. I was volunteering on the campaign of a man I
believed in, a man I thought to be good and noble. Then one night that man forced
himself on me and everything changed.
The media reviled me. The police didn’t
believe me. My friends abandoned me. I dropped out of college and only have one
mission in life: make him pay. That is, until Nick Law came in to my
life.
Indomitable, infuriating, and irresistible, Law is
complicating things.
Law gripped the back of my neck and pulled me
into him. It wasn’t a kiss—it was a merging. I didn’t just taste
the power, I felt the cutting intensity throughout my body. I responded instantly,
wrapping my arms around his neck and moaning into his mouth. Law stopped and
undid my hands from his neck. I opened my eyes,
confused.
“Can’t have you waking everyone
up,” Law said, grinning. “Be good and you’ll be
rewarded.” I wanted to rebel at that. I nearly slapped him across the face. Yet
deep inside, his words made me glow. I dropped my arms to my sides and waited for
instructions.
Law traced a finger from my cheek down to my
collarbone and carefully brushed aside my cotton shirt. I shivered as my shoulder
became exposed. Bending down, he placed a light kiss on the tip of my shoulder. I bit
my lip to keep from whimpering.
“Good girl,” Law murmured against
my skin. It took all my willpower not to grip Law by his powerful shoulders. I
didn’t want him to stop, though, so that meant playing by his rules. I kept my
hands next to my sides because that meant Law would continue kissing
me.
Law placed a hand on my stomach and I
gasped.
“Shh…” Using his other
thumb, Law tugged my bottom lip. “You have a beautiful mouth, Dandelion.
Don’t let it get us in trouble.” I was speechless, or at least I thought I
was. My thoughts got jumbled up with his hands on my mouth and my
stomach.
Then he did something
amazing.
Something
reckless.
He slid his hand from my stomach and beneath
my jeans.
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