Chapter 7
Finn’s warm breath fanned across Arya’s skin, that addictive masculine scent surrounding her. “Remembering yet? That deep voice rolled over her like
dark velvet.
Way too close. And way too hot.
Arya felt like a rabbit caught in a trap, totally out of her league. She hated not being in control
Worse, she who could usually kick butt without blinking–was pinned under this guy, helpless. Not a single move to make.
“What the hell?” she thought. ‘Have gone soft from too many easy years?!
Screw it. Arya slung her arms around his neck, tossing him a sassy, don’t–care smirk. “Thing is, I’m not really digging this vibe, you know?”
She figured that’d throw him off. Guys like Finn–loaded, cocky, and way too powerful–usually chased the sweet, shy, good girl types.
Finn just flashed that panty dropping grin. “Then let’s get comfortable.”
No asking. No waiting. One second she was standing, the next she was airborne, his strong arms carrying her like she weighed nothing
By the time Arya’s brain caught up, Finn had already whisked her into a jaw–droppingly fancy hotel room.
Oh right, Casino Hotel. Obviously
When he headed straight for the bathroom, she tensed. “Wait, what are you
Her words got swallowed by a kiss so hot it made her dizzy. His lips crashed into hers, stealing every bit of air she had left.
Suddenly she was sitting on the cold marble countertop, his hard body pressing between her thighs.
When he finally pulled back to let her breathe, Arya shot him a fiery glare. “You freaking bastard!”
Those sinful lips curved as he tilted her chin up. “Funny. Last night you were begging for more.”
Arya was way too close to that face the kind of face that made you forget your own name.
Her heart lost its mind, pounding like it was trying to escape. “Oh my God. He’s stupid hot”
Last night, she’d been too out of it to really see him–just a blur of “yeah, okay, definitely attractive
But now? Jesus. The man was unreal. These eyes–deep, lazy, way too good at making her pulse skip.
And his voice? Rough, low, and absolutely filthy.
Honestly, hooking up with him last night might’ve been the best bad decision she’d ever made.
“Too bad this walking wet dream belongs to Malcolm’s family, she thought, the realization like a bucket of ice water. Figures. The Barnett are all trash wrapped in pretty packages
Outwardly, she kept her game face on. “Look, I wasn’t myself last night. Anything I said or did? Doesn’t count.”
Finn just stared at her, eyes way too knowing. “You’re clear–headed now, aren’t you?”
His big hand found the dip of her waist–possessive, claiming
She felt the hungry swallow of his Adam’s apple, heard the way his breathing hitched.
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Every nerve ending came alive, her traitorous body iching toward him like a magnet.
3–stop…” The whimper came out shaky, way to breathy and hell if it didn’t make Finn’s control snap
“You started this fire, baby,” he growled, wire dripping s
at with promise. “Now you’re gonna burn with me “
Four very thorough hours later, Arya lay sprawled across the bed like a broken doll.
Her brain was still rebooting. She’d done it again. Let Malcolm’s uncle reduce her to a quivering mess twice in twenty–four hours.
And Finn? Adamin machine..
“Total beast, she groaned to herself. Who the hell has that kind of stamina?!”
But as the post–coltal haze lifted, she forced herself upright. No way in hell was she getting tangled up with any Barnett no matter how good his dick Came was
Arya didn’t wait for an invitation to leave. One peek at Finn’s shadow moving behind the fogged–up shower glass–all tall, wet, and way too distracting- and she was gone.
Shoots tossed aside, clothes grabbed in a hurry, out the door before he could even reach for a towel.
Not that Finn minded.
From inside the shower, he heard every move she made. His mouth curved. “That’s my girl.”
By the time he stepped out, Robert was already waiting, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. “Sir,” he started, shitting on his feet. “Your dad saw the news. He’s pissed. Wants you home. Like, yesterday.”
Finn didn’t even blink. “Tell him I’ll be there. Got some news of my own to share”
At the Barnett Mansion, the air in the fancy parlor was thick enough to choke on
Colin Barnett sat stiff in his chair, watching his oldest grandson, Malcolm, put on his best “poor me” act. “So,” he ground out, “you’re telling me your uncle took her side over yours? Made you look like a fool in front of everyone?”
Malcolm opened his mouth to whine some more, but his grandma Eleanor cut him oft, slamming her hand on the armrest. “That bastard didn’t just humiliate him—he broke Malcolm’s wrist! And you’re just gonna sit there and let him get away with it?”
Eleanor had given Colin two perfect sons Aiden and Jensen. Her pride and joy.
Finn? Yeah, he was Colin’s “oops” baby from an affair. Eleanor’d been forced to accept him into the family, and how did he repay her? By stealing control of the entire Barnett empire in just three short years.
Cleanor had been salty about it ever since.
And now? Now he’d put his hands on her grandso. “Over my dead body, she thought.
“This isn’t right, Father, Malcolm’s mother Nora chimed in, dabbing at fake tears. “I know you favor Finn, but this is too much!
“First he breaks Malcolm’s wrist, then forces him to kneel to that Arya girl? in front of everyone? Who does that little gold–digger think she is?”
A voice like frozen steel cut through the room. “She’s mine.”
All heads turned. Finn stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the light.
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His usually charming eyes were now cold and dangerous. The expensive black suit did nothing to hide the lethal power in his muscular body.
Eleanor didn’t back down. She scoffed. “Yours? Last time I checked, she was engaged to Malcolm
Finn’s lips twisted into a cruel Smile. “Some engagement,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Leaving her tied up for kidnappers. Real prince charming, isn’t he?”
