Guilty as fuck, and I’d be the first to deliver the verdict.
My palm splayed out over the silky fabric at the small of her back.
She edged forward, hiking up on her toes and pressing that tempting mouth to my ear. “And maybe that’s exactly what I want. Maybe I’m looking for that exact kind of trouble. Maybe I came here looking for you.”
The growl that ripped from me was so explosive it was a wonder the walls of the building didn’t crumble.
A wonder every person there didn’t scatter to take cover.
“Believe me, baby. You don’t want what I have to offer,” I warned.
“You’re wrong. I think I want to experience every single thing that you are.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
She lifted that brazen face. “I don’t care.”
“You’d care when you found out the depths of my depravity. You’d care when I left you mangled and broken.”
I already promised her that I would.
“Now I want you to take my little sister and go back to the house where you belong.” I breathed it a little too close to her mouth, my cock straining so hard in my jeans there was no chance she didn’t feel it begging at her belly.
A shiver rolled down her spine.
A shiver that raced up my arm, my palm still firmly pressed to that sweet spot, a fiend who kept her locked tight against me after I just told her to get lost.
She curled closer like she had no intention of listening, and I rumbled, “That’s an order.”
I forced myself to release her.
Brinley stumbled back a step, expression full of a scoff and disbelief.
She cocked her head.
Sheer provocation.
“You know,” she drew out like she was musing it. “I think I’ll stick around and see if anyone else is interested.”
Then she turned on those heels and strutted her way back into the melee, like there was a chance she belonged in the middle of it.
It was not going to fucking happen.
I was on her tail, shoving through the crowd. Surprise choked out of her when I grabbed her by the hand and spun her around.
Her entire being morphed into victorious glee, no doubt thinking she’d won some sort of seductress medal.
Then she squealed in shock when I had her off her feet and tossed over my shoulder before she knew what hit her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she rasped, frantic hands trying to grip onto the rigid leather of my cut but never finding purchase.
There was no need for her to hang on since there was no chance I was letting her go.
I prowled toward the main door.
Didn’t give a fuck that every eye in the bar swung in our direction, that one action lifting a ramble of speculation. Their mouths wagging with the rumors that were going to fly.
There weren’t a whole lot of shits to give when Trevan gave me that look, either.
