Chapter 55

One-Mile lifted a sharp brow at her. “You should have figured out by now that nothing will keep me from you.”

She hesitated, rosy lips parted as if she meant to speak…but she didn’t have a comeback. “What do you want?”

“To make a few things clear. First, you’re marrying Bryant over my dead fucking body.” As he stormed into the bedroom, he thought of her wearing the Boy Scout’s ring and warming this very bed. Rage bubbled in One-Mile’s veins.

He kicked the door shut behind him. Darkness enveloped them.

She trembled. “Pierce—”

“I’m not done.” When he reached the mattress, he laid her down, feet dangling off the side, and flipped on the nightstand lamp as he straddled her, caging her flat. Then he reached for her nightgown.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see.”

Confusion settled between her brows. “See what?”

“Your body.” He shoved the thin cotton up her thighs, over her hips, and dragged it halfway above her belly—before the hem t