Forbidden Love With the Marine by Burke, Dez (best books to read in your 20s txt) 📕

home. You can either drop me off or…look, you know what. Forget it. I’ll get a cab.” She turned to reach for the door handle but yelped as the man tugged her back to face him with fury.

“Look here, bitch,” he said with a snarl as he glared into her wide-eyed face. “I don’t like

being played, especially by a black whore like you. Now you’re going to follow me home like a good girl and give me some of that promise of pussy you’ve been dangling like a carrot in front of me. Or I’ll just take what you promised right here. In fact, I think I want that lovely mouth of yours on my cock right now. That’s right, cunt; you’ll give me what I want. Or do you think I’m some chinless twit you can tease and then decide to change your mind at the last minute?”

Olivia’s nostrils had flared at the words “bitch” and “cunt”. His filthy tirade had made her

blood boil. “Go to hell. I don’t have to do anything.”

“Why you little…”

She didn’t think twice before slashing her long fingernails across his face as his arms lunged

for her. Desperately frightened, Olivia knew she’d pushed the man too far. He howled at her

unexpected assault, and this gave her the chance to quickly fumble for the car door and push it open, spilling out into the deserted street.

“Come back here, you stupid little cunt!”

Ignoring that furious shout, Olivia stumbled in her heels, heading for the main road and praying

she could find a cab and just get the hell out of here. Her panic reached fevered proportions when she heard his car start up behind her. Glancing back, she saw that the idiot was actually thinking of

following her.

What was he going to do, run her over? Staring at him through the windscreen and seeing the

bleeding tracks her hand had left on his face, Olivia knew he wasn’t simply going to let her get away.

Biting back a sob, she turned back to the road and quickened her steps. There was no way she was

going to let him catch her…

Chapter Five

It was nights like this one that made Ivan think of how he missed the action, the everyday thrill

of serving his commander. He still was yet to wean himself off the last year of armed duty, being able to hone his field craft with the many dangerous tactical missions he’d faced regularly with his

platoon. Whether it was special reconnaissance, infiltration or tactical assault – whether they were being parachuted over some desert or landing off boats on some faraway enemy coast…he lived for

the buzz.

The powerful adrenalin that rushed through the head along with the gut instinct to survive.

There might be bullets flying, grenades being thrown every which way – and mines just waiting

to blow you to pieces. But there was also the hard-won training, the conviction that you were where you needed to be.

Damned right he missed it.

And now that his platoon had just completed the mission of their careers, Ivan felt the itch in

him to be thrown back into the action. He knew many of the guys in his overall team were thinking of going into retirement after their last clandestine, world-changing assignment. For sure there’d be a few who would go ahead and write books, others may even secretly sell valuable warfare tips to

some big-time video game designer. Hell, Ivan had heard there would actually be a movie coming out soon based on their recent feat.

Staring at the TV screen broadcasting some mind-numbing family reality show, Ivan tried to

focus on the here and now. Why did people – supposed celebs, feel they had to showcase their

private lives to the world, wondered Ivan with a disgusted shake of his head. But then he couldn’t actually bring himself to stop watching. For some reason, it gave him some perverse satisfaction

watching other people make asses of themselves on TV.

Which made him think of how lame he’d become himself. Wasn’t he supposed to be out with

his pals, getting drunk and getting laid? Why was he stuck at home like some shy spinster afraid to go out into the big bad world?

For one thing, he’d tried it. A whole week of checking out the hot spots. Getting double-dated

with a pal and two other chicks. It always ended up the same way. The women would interest him for a while, but that would be it. By the time he was driving whoever it was home, he’d be thinking how the hell he could get out of spending the night with her.

Not that any of the females were undesirable. And it wasn’t that he couldn’t get it up. No one

would ever accuse him of not stepping up to the plate. But in the end, he just couldn’t do it. They never fit the picture he had in his head of the woman he wanted to be with – the woman who got him hard even without being in the same room with him.

Flinging the remote control aside, he was contemplating breaking out the six-pack in the fridge.

But just as he was headed to the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Checking out his watch, he frowned. His first instinct was to be cautious. Who would be at him door at this time? It was almost midnight.

Carefully, he made his way through the hallway to the front door. He had his handgun in the bedroom but wasn’t sure he’d need it. Not like burglars or killers were likely to ring the doorbell first before they struck. But then, who knew? Shaking his head with humor at his whacky thoughts, he checked the peephole as the bell rang loudly once again.

He took one look and swore underneath his breath. In seconds he’d thrown the door open to

find the figure shivering on his doorstep, her arms wrapped around her shoulders.

“Olivia!”

“Oh, thank God you’re home,” she breathed, sagging with relief. “Let me in, Ivan. Please. He

could still be following me.”

“Who? Olivia, what’s