The Reward
Chapter One
It was almost pitch black in the room. A remote shadowy world of sound and
touch.
"I was about to kick his sorry ass, but I see you took care of that already, my
wolf," came Malcolm's voice.
Leigh slammed the kitchen door closed behind her, shutting out Damasco and the
rest of the world.
"If you Zarza men don't leave me alone soon, I swear I'll-"
He hissed in the darkness. "Do not call me a Zarza."
She turned away from him and started to leave the kitchen. Enough was enough.
His warm hand touched her arm.
"I'm sorry, Leigh. I don't mean to snap at you."
"I know you don't, but you don't trust me either. And I can't trust anyone."
He sighed as his thumb caressed her inner wrist. The roughness of his calluses
gently scraped the tender skin. The friction sent skitters of something racing
up her arm straight to her chest. She felt her nipples harden and pucker,
pushing against her undershirt. Now that was startling.
She wanted to pull her wrist out of his grasp, but was immobile. The sensations
caused by that one touch were so foreign, so uns ... read full excerpt from The Reward ebook
