Todos os capítulos de Driven Hearts: Driven by Desire: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

A chill breeze from the ocean played with the tendrils of hair that had escaped her ponytail. Had she forgotten to close her bedroom window? Her seatbelt released and arms closed around her. She was lifted from comfortable warmth into the hardness of someone's arms. A familiar and somewhat alarming masculine scent enveloped her. With a sigh and a frown, she forced herself to open her eyes and look at the person that dared interrupt her deep sleep. Soloman Hart looked down at her like the dark criminal overlord he was, desire clashing with triumph in his eyes.She wanted to punch him in the eye and show him exactly what she thought of his near kidnapping. But she chose to yawn instead. Maybe he would be less attracted to her if he saw the gaping inside of her mouth? He chuckled and shifted her in his arms, holding her against the side of his body with one arm while closing her door with the other. She took a moment to both marvel and despair at his easy strength. He was a large man and

"No more games, Riley," he said in a hard voice, shaking her hard. "Trust me, you do not want to come to my bed this way. I will hurt you, woman."She opened her mouth to deny him, but nothing came out. She realized she was both desperately frightened and aroused. They had been dancing around each other for weeks. And if there was one thing Riley loved it was the adrenaline rush of a good chase scene, but somewhere along the way things had changed. He had changed. Things became real. She sensed this was no longer just a fuck to him. He intended to keep her. To chain her to him. And she so wasn't ready for that."Please," she whispered, her lips shaking as she gazed up at him, hoping he could see the fear in her eyes. Hoping it wouldn't call to the predator in him."We passed please when you took my car, little girl," he growled, his fingers biting into her biceps. He pulled her closer until her breasts brushed against his chest."I'm sorry," she offered, biting her lip and trying t

She didn't want him to hurt her and if she didn't let him fuck her he would tear her apart. He wasn't going to let her go and he wasn't going to stop. Her choices had narrowed down to this moment. She either submitted or faced his wrath for the infractions she had committed.He sat up, his powerful legs on either side of her naked thighs, trapping her in the soft bedding. His possessive heat raking her breasts as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it over his powerful shoulders. Her wide eyes traced over the tattoos mapped across his chest and up his neck. She reached out hesitantly to touch one on his pectoral muscle, but dropped her hand quickly."Touch me," he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip.He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of paga

Riley gasped and whipped her head around, the tip of her ponytail trailing over her shoulder. She blushed at the smouldering look he gave her. Her eyes quickly flickered down his bared chest, interest flaring bright in their velvet depths. She tried to climb down off the bumper, but he wrapped a strong, tattooed arm around her waist before she could extract herself.He lifted her by the waist and held her away from the car while he slammed the hood down. Then he lifted her up onto the hood of the car on her knees facing away from him. She glanced uncertainly over her shoulder. He gave her a wicked grin, reached around, took hold of his dress shirt and tore it from her body. She gasped loudly as buttons flew in every direction, some of them pinging off the hood of the beautiful car.She was left to crouch naked over the hood of his black BMW. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her forward until her palms hit the ho

Two hours later she was wearing another one of his shirts and roaring up the beach on a stolen motorcycle. She grinned under the black helmet. She'd never ridden a Ducati XDiavel S before. She'd've pegged Soloman as more of an old school Harley kind of guy. But hey, she wasn't going to complain. She needed the kind speed only a crotch rocket could provide to put some distance between her and the kind of hell that would fall on her head once Soloman found out she was gone.She knew better than to try to go through the gates of his private estate. Security would stop her in about two heartbeats and then there would be hell to pay when Soloman got home. There was going to be hell to pay anyway, but at least she got out for a joyride and was going to check on her shop.Thank god for Katie and her supreme patience in teaching Riley everything she knew about breaking out of impossible to escape places. Riley's dad had taught her how to steal cars and Katie had taught her the fine art of br