Eluding Nirvana (The Dark Evoke Series Book 2) Read Free

stepped, and despite the fact I was in heels, I rose onto my toes to eliminate the good five inches which was looming above me, to meet his lips. “Take me home, Mr. DeLaney,” I requested with seductive purpose.
    I didn’t need to ask twice.
    The hard muscle of his burly thigh was warm and tempting beneath my hand. Fingers roamed subtly into his inner thigh, tracing his inner seam, and up to the decadent bulge which lay beneath his black suit pants. “Eyes back on the road, Mr. DeLaney, you’ll get us both killed,” I chided with a roguish arch of a perfectly threaded eyebrow, when he shot me a hungry stare.
    “Yes, Ma’am,” he sighed, turning his attention back to the busy road ahead. “How about we go to the movies tomorrow night?” he asked on his next breath.
    Tomorrow would be Thursday. I knew I told him I would quit Red Velvet, but even so, I couldn’t just walk out. I had to give Benny notice. I’d worked there for three years, built relationships with the workforce, and the man who gave me a chance, deserved the level of respect which I was going to reward him with.
    “I’ve got work tomorrow, Liam.”
    The growl which left him as he whipped his head to face me, in conjunction with slamming on the breaks, had me both recoiling and being thrown forward, the seatbelt burning as it tightened against my neck. “What?”
    “Liam, I am quitting, I just need to hand in my notice. I can’t leave them hanging high and dry.”
    “What, like the sleaze balls who go to those places to be left hanging after my girl cock teases them?” he berated, regardless of my recoiling or the reasoning of my answer.
    My stomach sank to the deepest depths of the sea, and the crease in my brow had followed suit. “Liam, please, I’m being reasonable––”
    “Reasonable? Fucking reasonable?” he yelled. I didn’t appreciate how fast his tone of voice and demeanor, was making my heart beat in…well, in something I didn’t wish to consider my boyfriend baiting in me. “Do you even have a fucking heart in that chest, Kady?” His pointed finger climbed from my chest up to my temple. “Do you even have a fucking brain in there? Hello?” I battered his assaulting hand away from my head and rubbed my temple in an attempt to sooth the pressure which lingered on the surface. A rushed stabbing, sensation shot through my head thanks to the brute force he issued with his reproach.
    “Liam, please, stop this,” I implored, all the while the click of the seatbelt buckle release sounded through the BMW. His arm stretched across my middle as he pulled the release for the door. What the fuck was he doing? “Liam…?” I drew his name out with greatest caution.
    “Get out.”
    “Liam, please,”––my hands made their way to frame his gorgeously handsome face which was rapidly being taken over by The Devil himself––“We can talk about this.” Nevertheless, my supplicant, peacemaking hands were hit away as he shouted repeatedly for me to get out. It was him, finally shoving me from the car that had me forfeiting to his outlandish demand.
    “And you will stay out there until you can respect me and my requests, and learn to have some fucking empathy,” he pointed a disdainful finger out of the opened window, like he was scolding an untrained puppy. The bystanders of Dorchester launched their quizzical, prying stares upon hearing his escalating voice booming from the car.
    “But, Liam–– ” I wrapped my arms around my chest in a feeble attempt to shield my inappropriately clothed body of the December chill. I sniffed back my tears and choked on a sob. “I’m cold.”
    Head held high, eyes wide with a loose grin on his smoothly shaven block jaw, he looked almost satisfie d, while he shook his head, insensitive. “I don’t care, Kady,” were the last words spoken before the window went up, and the black BMW pulled off at speed, the tires screeching as he fled.
    Cars d arted past, inquisitive people stopped to