All Chapters of Dark Curves (Dangerous Curves 6): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Almost forty-eight hours later, Warren checked the bite on her leg again, and heaved a sigh of relief. It was still red, but the swelling and inflammation were both way down. He touched her hand, her throat, her face, and knew that her body temperature was settling a bit. It was going to be OK. She was going to be OK.Exhaustion started to creep over him now, as if by acknowledging that she was alright, he’d given his body permission to start to relax. He fought it, though, since he needed to give her some more antibiotics in less than an hour, and if he fell asleep, he might sleep right on through. No way he was doing that to her. She was depending on him.She needed him. He dragged the armchair from across the room over next to the bed, plunked down in it. He extended his long legs in front of him, raised his arms overhead, gave a stretch, grimacing at the pull of his overtaxed muscles. He wished hard for a long, hot bath, but he wasn’t about to leave Shay for longer than three mi

The first thing that Shay felt was warmth. It surrounded her, a soft cocoon of blue summer sky. Like a pillow made of lazy sunbeams. She wondered when was the last time that she’d ever felt so safe and comfortable.She opened her eyes. For almost a full minute, she just blinked and stared, totally unable to process what she was looking at. The warmth was a man in bed with her, a man holding her snug against his chest. Oddly, it was a huge, muscular man. Most oddly of all, it was the huge, muscular man that she’d smashed with a frying pan on her way out the door as she escaped him. That was when the penny dropped, and all hell broke loose.With a cry of shock and horror, she sat straight up, fighting to extricate herself from his arms. But even before he’d opened his eyes, nailing her in place with his fierce blue gaze, he gripped her more tightly. Shay struggled against him, knowing it was hopeless even before she began: the power in that body was immense.Feeling that she had liter

Silence fell between them now, the warmth between them cooled, and they both remembered just what the hell they were doing there. Their eyes held, trying to read each other’s faces and thoughts, then they both looked away at the same time.Shay may have been stupidly grateful for one hot minute that the man had helped her, but she had to remember that the only reason she’d been injured in the first place was because she’d been escaping him. He was one of her captors, and no matter how sweet and gentle he’d shown himself capable of being when she was hurt and helpless, he was a bad guy. A criminal. A one-percenter. A killer. A violent, brutal man whose only allegiance was to his brothers, and to his club. He’d turn on her without a second of thought, and beat her near-to-death if he was told to do so, undoing all of the healing that he’d so carefully and patiently bestowed upon her.And speaking of the healing: he hadn’t taken care of her because he gave a good goddamn about her. No, h

He stiffened his resolve, put on his coldest, hardest face. The one that he used just before pulling the trigger.“You dare me, huh?” he said softly. “You sure you want that?”She tossed her head, and that small gesture of defiance goaded him on. Fuck, if she ever did that to Ace or Kirk, showed them that kind of disrespect? She’d be dead. Or, worse, they’d do things to her that would make her pray for death.Warren wouldn’t be able to stand that. He wouldn’t be able to watch that happen to her. No, he had to be cruel to be kind now. He had to break her spirit. Bring her to heel.God, but he hated having to do it.He leaned over her, planted his hands on either side of her on the mattress, stuck his face right in hers. To her credit, she didn’t back up, not one inch, and despite his worry and anger, he found himself admiring her guts. But those guts could get her dead. Time to break her. Just a little bit. Just for now.“You wanna hear about my worst, darlin’?’ he asked her. “OK, th

“OK.” Sarah recalled the conversation that she’d had with Jax a few weeks earlier. “I want a simple, clean design, nothing fancy and frilly. I want it to be tight around my breasts and hips, but loose around my legs. Oh, and Jax specifically requested some sparkle to bring out my eyes.”“Perfect,” Elise said, scribbling madly on a pad of paper. “Color?”“Uh…” Sarah hesitated. “Gabi says that blue is in for brides this spring, but I’m not sure that –”Elise’s amber eyes lit up. “No! Really?”“Really – what?” Sarah said, startled. “Is blue a horrible idea?”“Good Lord, no.” Elise looked thrilled. “I think blue is gorgeous, but so few women think that they can pull it off, and they stick with white or cream.”“You think I can pull it off?” Sarah asked timidly.“With that coloring?” Elise gazed at her fiery curls falling around her porcelain skin, at her clear blue eyes. “No darn doubt.”Sarah smiled. “So, let’s look at blue.”“You’re on.” Elise scrawled a few more notes on her pad, stare