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Violet Aches for Blake (Encounter Bay) by Emily Bruce (11)

Chapter 12

Blake

Blake’s eyes were glued to Violet’s ass in that tight, tight skirt she was wearing as she climbed the stairs in front of him. So far he hadn’t seen any furniture, but he sure hoped there was a bed in the master bedroom. As always, his Violence was on fire and he wasn’t complaining, he loved sparring with her. He kind of wished that, just for once, she would be happy to see him, but he was always up for a challenge. Just before, when he had gotten up close to her out the front, he had seen the lust in her fiery green eyes. She so wanted him.

Those eyes hid nothing.

“I really love the layout of this place, the master is separated from the rest of the bedrooms, which gives you privacy,” Violet was saying in her realtor voice as she gripped the banister and ascended the stairs.

Blake’s eyes hadn’t left her ass and he couldn’t even say what color the walls were at this point. They finally reached the top of the huge sweeping mahogany staircase as Violet made a left turn and headed towards the double doors up ahead.

When she stopped to open the door to the master suite, Blake took a giant step so he was right behind her as she leaned in to turn the knob, his cheek grazing the side of her neck.

“Why, are you a screamer?” he said in a low husky voice as he watched her physically trembling.

That put the smirk back on his face.

She so wanted him.

Why in the hell was she trying to resist him, then?

Opening the door, and hurrying in, he watched as Violet stalked to the nearest wall and stood with her back to it.

Now she could see him coming, the same tactic she had deployed the night of his party.

Challenge accepted.

Blake walked around the bedroom and the adjoining wardrobe and bathroom. The bedroom was huge, nearly as big as his bedroom back in LA. He loved that one of the walls was just floor to ceiling windows and that he could see the whole of Encounter Bay from here. The commute up the hill would be a bitch, but the view was totally worth it and he loved how secluded this place was, not many people around, because he would definitely need privacy.

Yeah, he was so buying this place.

He had already looked at the photos in the online listing and had fallen in love. And seeing Violet in here, seething at him in his new bedroom, well, that just sealed the deal.

“Let’s go look out the back,” he said with a smirk and she shot him a ‘don’t even think about touching me’ look as she hurried out of the room in front of him and back down the stairs.

He really needed to figure out why she was so resistant to the idea of the two of them together.

He watched as she marched out to the pool area with her head held high.

Oh yes, Violet was his.

She turned and said, “I don’t really need to say anything. The place is stunning.” She waved her hand toward the outdoor pool.

“It is,” Blake replied, not looking at the pool but at her, his eyes running all over her body and totally eye-fucking the shit out of her.

How much clearer could he get?

She was not picking up on any of his moves.

Not that he had any.

He wasn’t a player.

It was time to take action.

Closing the gap between them in four strides, Blake put his arm around Violet’s waist and pulled her to his body.

She let out a small whimper and put up a fight, pushing her palms against his chest as she struggled to get away from him.

Oh Violence, you’re going nowhere.

Having Violet plastered to the length of him made Blake let out a low growl, it felt so right.

This was where he was meant to be!

Blake reveled in the feel of Violet’s lush body up against him, but she was still struggling, Blake grabbed her chin with his free hand, forcing her to look at him. The moment her emerald eyes hit him, he was a-goner. He felt it, their connection, the lust. He gently tugged her face to his.

Yes, that’s right.

Sweet Violence!

Playtime is over.

His lips met her soft pink ones and she opened her mouth, most likely to yell at him, and he just stuck his tongue right in there.

He was taking a risk.

Who knew what Violence was going to do?

She was just as likely to kiss him back as she was to bite off his tongue!