Animal?
I marked her to stop me from becoming one. To save her from experiencing one-tenth of the angst that ripped through me when I heard she was on a date.
I marked her to stop her from making a mistake she can’t take back.
Unless she doesn’t think it was a mistake.
Before I can ask, Isabelle reconsiders her stance by racing for the door. With fury heating my motives, I beat her to it. My steps are so fast that before my head has the chance to tell me to settle down, I slap closed the door she’s endeavoring to bolt through before I crowd her against it.
“Did you enjoy his kiss, Isabelle?”
Her eyes widen more in shock that I am aware of her kiss with Brandon than me curling my hand around her throat.
“Did it make the veins in your neck throb faster like it does when I kiss you?”
I feel every needy swallow she takes when I brush the back of my hand down her budded nipple.
“Did your breasts become heavier and your nipples erect?”
She shakes her head, announcing what I already know but am unwilling to acknowledge while in the throes of blinding jealousy.
Isabelle’s knees buckle when I cup her pussy. I’m being rough, but since her needs will always be higher than her fear when she is around me, a moan of pleasure escapes her lips when I ask, “Did you get wet?”
My erect cock digs into her back when she rears up. She is as angry as me. Rightfully so. We have a lot to be mad about and no one to take it out on.
Although I know a great place to start.
“He needs to learn not to touch what isn’t his.”
I recoil when Isabelle shouts, “I’m not yours, either!”
The reminder steals the last of my smarts. While fighting the urge to prove otherwise, I ball my hands into fists then take a step back. Desperate for air, Isabelle races through the no-longer-blocked doorway a second later.
I tell myself it’s for the best, that a storm out will be the ultimate proof Col needs that I’ve moved onto another target, but no matter how long the words swirl in my head, they’re never fully absorbed.
With the consequences of a hasty decision pushed to the back of my mind, I sprint into the bustling area of my nightclub. The sweaty mass of bodies part when they see me coming, meaning I make it onto the sidewalk in just enough time to see Isabelle slide into the front passenger seat of Hugo’s car.
“I got her, boss,” he mouths while she pulls her seat belt across her body. Once she has the buckle latched into place, he nudges his head to the long line of patrons aiming to get into the Dungeon.
Logan is less than impressed that Travis is blocking his entrance with his gigantic frame and even bigger attitude. “The end of the line is around the corner and three blocks down.”
He looks close to bursting an artery, but before he can, I join them at the front of the queue. “Is there an issue…” Logan looks set to demand Travis’s removal from my team, but his mouth snaps shut when I finish my question, “… Travis?”
Travis glares down at Logan while muttering, “Thisgent…” he spits out the word like he doesn’t believe it is true, “… seems to think money excuses manners.” He locks his eyes with mine, bypassing the hundred Logan is trying to bribe him with. “We’re at capacity, so cutting the queue won’t work no matter how much he offers me.”
“It’s fucking Tuesday, so how can you be at capacity?”
I give Logan a look as if to say,you’d know exactly how if you had come to the table with more than a measly three millionbefore spinning on my heels and stalking away.
Like all suckers with family money they didn’t lift a finger to earn, he gabbers out, “I came to increase my offer.”
After waiting a beat and without peering back at him, I ask, “By how much?”
When he mutters, “Billions,” I signal for Travis to let him through the velvet rope designed to keep shady businessmen out of my realm.
“You should run for politics. You have the gift of the gab and the ability to make anyone do as told.”
I down the whiskey I’ve been nursing the past ten minutes before replying, “Says the man calling to cancel the weekly arrangement we’ve had since we were nineteen. What was your excuse again?”
