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“True, but I didn’t agree to be nice about it,” I snap without remorse.
“Even better.” Lo smiles, and his teeth sink into his bottom lip, grinding against the edge of the silver ring in the middle. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
My curiosity gets the better of me. “What?”
“Wrecking such a beautiful, violent thing,” he muses, and my pussy clenches. “Be nice or don’t, either way will have the same outcome…Your legs wrapping around me as I taste every inch of you.”
“That’ll never happen,” I breathlessly answer him, and heat rises to my face.
“Don’t lie to yourself, Etta.” He leans down and whispers against my ear, “I see your skin flushing. I’m getting to you, and I bet if I slid my hand into that sweet mound of yours, you’re soaked.”
“Not for you. As far as you’re concerned, my vagina is the driest desert on the face of the planet,” I hiss.
“Don’t lie to yourself. It’s pointless. I know the truth as much as you do. If I bend you over this table, right here, right now, you won’t stop me. Would you?” Lo says in a thick voice just above a whisper, and his hand creeps down my spine as his fingers hook through the belt loops of my jeans, jerking me against the rock-hard bulge in his pants.
I whimper. I actually fucking let out a whimper. I shouldn’t want him, but his dirty words and the way he says my name are too much to handle. My lips don’t move. My body might be a traitor, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of answering. My hips move slowly against him to the beat of the song playing from the speakers.
“That’s right, little fox, show me what you want.” He rocks harder against me, sliding one of his hands up my back and twisting it into my hair. He spins me around and pushes me forward with the other hand. My palms fly out and smack onto the green felt that has red dots of Adam’s blood splattered across its surface.
Someone clears their throat at the other end of the table, and my body freezes. Shit! I am so out of it if I don’t think about doing what we are in public. The thrill of someone catching you is one thing, but this place is extraordinarily full for a Thursday evening.
My eyes slowly lift to a brown pair of slacks secured under a big round belly with a belt. I don’t need to look any higher to know who is staring at us. It’s Manny, the owner of Balls. “First, you get blood on my table, and now you’re going to screw on it? What’s gotten into you, Etta?” he asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I…Um. I didn’t—” My words blubber out of my mouth, and I want to die. There’s no telling how far I would have let this go if he hadn’t come over to us.
“How much?” Lo growls.
“Excuse me?” Manny asks and blinks his eyes rapidly.
When I lift my fingertips off the table, Lo’s palm lands in the dip of my lower back. “Don’t move.”
I should run. Now’s my chance, but something tells me if I did, he would find me.
“How much is it going to cost me to replace the table and for you and everyone else to clear the fuck out of here?”
“I don’t know. I mean…I can’t do that. These are paying customers, Arlo.”
“I’ll see to it that the two of you are good for this month,” he growls again.
“Listen, if I make this deal with you, I expect him to honor it.”
“If you don’t make this deal with me, there will be consequences.” Lo pulls his gun from behind his back and sets it on the felt beside my hands.
“I can’t just clear everyone out of here in a few seconds. It’ll take a little bit of time,” Manny explains.
Lo grabs the gun, points it above Manny’s head, and fires. A loud crack rings through Balls and the rafter over Manny splinters. A few girls scream, and then people scramble toward the exit. “There. Problem solved. Now, get. The. Fuck. Out!”
After only a little time passes, everyone, including Manny, is gone. Lo and I are alone in the bar. It’s amazing how people react to a gunshot when they aren’t used to hearing them.
I attempt to straighten my back, and Lo’s fingertips slip under my shirt and dig into my sides. “I said stay.”
“You can’t possibly think that after all of that, anything is going to happen between us.”
“Etta, I don’t think. I know. I’m going to lick your pussy for as long and as hard as I please right here on this table.” He pins me onto the table, and I instinctively turn my head to the side, my cheek lying on the green and red felt.
“Climb.”
I don’t move.
