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narrowing his eyes. “Pitchfork, you give me a second chance.”
    He set the object on the floor and spun it and for a moment she stood there, dazed, watching what appeared to be a stuffed little devil twirl around madly on the floor.
    When it stopped, the pitchfork was pointing in her direction.
    Breathless, she lifted her gaze to his.
    “Pitchfork,” he said flatly, lifting his brows. “Guess what? I get a second chance.” Closing the distance between them, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to him. Gasping, she folded her arms between them, shielding herself from ending up completely smashed against his chest.
    As she stared up at him, she knew she should be a little afraid. She’d never seen him like this. There was a savage, lost look in his eyes and a frightening, harsh sound to his breathing that didn’t bode well for her. Yet instead of fear, what she felt was pain. Pain and a swift, hot, overwhelming fury. When she spoke, her whole body shook with the need for violence and her voice was but a low hiss. “In. Your. Dreams. You lying, cheating bastard!”
    Growling, he curled his fingers around her arms and squeezed so hard he almost cut off her blood supply. “I’m not in the mood for games.”
    Although her insides quivered at the deadly tone in his voice, she held her ground against him. “I’m not the one with the toy,” she spat back, trying futilely to jerk free from his hold.
    He narrowed his eyes into thin, glimmering dark slits. “Damn you,” he said, his voice filled with venom. “Damn you, Evie! I’ve given you time to calm down and think things through. I’m going fucking crazy and I want a fucking chance!”
    “That’s too damned bad, because you’re not getting one!” she yelled, this time successfully tearing away from his hold and taking a step backward, all heated up now.
    “I can’t believe you even have the balls to come here and demand I give you a second chance, as if you even deserve it after the way you betrayed me, lied to me and screwed around on me the first chance you got!”
    “I’m sorry. I fucked up!” he yelled back.
    “No, you fucked someone wh wasn’t me!” she shouted, sinking her nails into her palms to keep from breaking something. “What? I wasn’t hot enough for you? I couldn’t satisfy your precious little fantasies? Was plain Evie just too damned boring for you?”
    “Oh, you satisfied me all right,” he said, lowering his voice and taking a step forward.
    She took another step backward and inwardly cursed the dead end when she bumped against the back of the living room sofa.
    “Believe me, Evie, you more than satisfied me. What about you—did that fat bastard satisfy you? Did he screw you like I do? Did he make you moan and beg and come like I do?”
    She narrowed her eyes as he approached, secretly and strangely excited at the crudeness of his words. “If he did, you’d be the last person to know.” He growled, baring his teeth, startling white against his tanned skin. “Well that’s a shame, because I’m in the mood for spilling some juicy details myself, and I’ll just bet you’d love to hear.” He swiftly unbuttoned, unzipped and thrust his jeans to the floor, his cock popping out of his underwear when he pushed them downward.
    His face was a mask of raw, vicious rage when he inched it toward hers. “I sucked Cleo’s tits,” he said viciously, sliding his hands beneath her top and cupping her breasts over her bra, squeezing them hard. “They tasted damned fucking good.” Pulling down the flimsy material of her bra, he flattened his thumbs over the straining points of her nipples, pushing on them. “Almost as good as yours.” She whimpered when he grabbed those little crests and pinched them hard. “Then I got to watch while Jason put his dick between those huge tits and humped and humped until he came all over them.”
    Evie couldn’t believe he was telling her this, couldn’t believe he could be this cruel—but