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It had taken every ounce of self-control then, and it was taking just as much now, not to go over there and show her what she was doing to me.

“Because I’ve never wanted to give up control as much as I do with you.”

Damn if those words hadn’t been playing through my mind all day. Teasing me with every arresting, unhindered laugh that tumbled from her lips. Tormenting me every time her mouth brushed against mine.

I wanted her.

I wanted her to give up control. To make her come undone.

But as soon as those thoughts entered my head, flashes of that dazed, empty look in her eyes from last night filtered in, crushing anything I’d been thinking of. Wanting.

I was on my feet and had a knife in each hand when Jessica settled back on her heels, her ass falling into a guy’s hand who’d come up behind her.

He leaned closer to whisper in her ear, and I was already stalking toward them. Not caring that I couldn’t be seen by anyone on Dare’s crew without giving myself away.

But halfway there, the guy fell to his knees. His twisted hand still raised up in Jessica’s as she stared down at him with a wicked smile.

A mixture of pride and awe ripped through me.

Jesus Christ, that girl . . .

When she released him, she lifted her head, her eyes catching on mine for the half a second it took for her to turn to the bar again.

But I’d seen the look in her eyes. The disgust and hatred.

Only I had a feeling the disgust wasn’t with the guy now scrambling to disappear into the crowd. And I was hit with the inane urge to make that feeling go away.

“What if you found someone else . . .”

I shook my head, trying to get her words out of my head. Her damn what ifs.

I slowly moved toward the booth I occupied every night, needing space and not wanting to crowd her after what happened. And waited for her to come back.

But the girl who sauntered to the booth with two waters wasn’t the same one I came into the bar with.

Before she could even sit down, I growled, “Don’t.”

“Aww. You mad because someone touched me?” A wild laugh spilled from her lips. “Baby, I’m not yours to get mad over.”

I slowly looked a

t her when she sat next to me and distantly noticed the excitement in her eyes when she saw my frustration. “Don’t be her. Not now, Jessica.”

She cocked her head, her mouth pulling into an amused smirk. “I’m starting to think you’re like Jentry. Do I embarrass you? Does my crazy bother you, Nightshade?”

I leaned into her fast, pinning her to the booth, and was surprised when she didn’t show an ounce of fear or surprise. “You’re not fucking crazy,” I hissed. “But this isn’t you, and I don’t have time for anyone who isn’t you. Especially when you’re only like this to push me and piss me off.”

“Ticking time bomb. Just like Jentry.”

“I’m nothing like your brother.”

Her eager stare fell to where my mouth was curled in anger. Hers widened in response when I began shaking. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. He gets mad. He’s violent. He can’t control it.”

My breathing slowed.

My hands dug into the top of the booth.

My eyes locked on a spot next to her head as I tried to force myself back, but I couldn’t move.

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