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Toni watched him wide-eyed, lips parted in surprise as though she couldn’t believe this girl had had the nerve to ask him to dance. But Toni had Grey. And her little game. And Heath needed something Toni could not give him. He wanted her, damn her. More of her, all of her. He needed her out of his freaking system!
Maybe his ploy would not work. Maybe he would make out with this pretty olive-skinned stranger and still want Toni, still have this hard-on, this perennial ache just for her. Maybe he would come back and smash Toni on the table and kiss her right in front of Grey and to hell with his word and Grey’s fucking rules and to hell with everything. Maybe rather than finger-
fuck this brunet’s little pussy on the dance floor, he could have hot, painful hate sex with Toni. And he would tell her, in excruciating detail, how he would fuck a million pussies after hers. He would tell her how other women had meant more and how many times he’d kissed their mouths. He would tell her what a decent screw she’d been, and hasta la vista, baby. He wanted to hate her.
So Heath wiped his hands on his jeans, set his drink down and rose. And he said—“Let’s dance.”
Excuse me?
Toni blinked twice.With disbelieving eyes, she watched Heath’s retreating back as he blended into the lively crowd, a big, dark, handsome thing, while the brunet with him began jumping up and down only inches away, waving her tits, dancing her heart out.The muscles of Toni’s stomach gripped.
“Heath’s dancing,” she whispered to no one in particular. He was dancing, and it wasn’t with her. His hands were grasping the woman’s hips, his eyes were . . . they were taking in the sight of her jiggling breasts and he was . . . smiling down at her, and damn it, it mattered. Her eyes stung.All she could think of, with an unexpected hurt and confusion, was—
Why didn’t he want to dance with me?
The warm spot where he had been sitting felt vacant. Like a black hole in the universe. And now his huge hands were almost on that woman’s butt. He towered above her, inches taller than the entire crowd.There was just no way Toni couldn’t look at him. She gritted her teeth as anger surged through her.
He was not hers. Somewhere in these marvelous, decadent days, she had started to think of Heath as hers. Hers and Grey’s. Theirs. A part of them.The fact that she had no right to feel this blinding, staggering wave of jealousy did not help to diminish it at all.
They danced one full song—the longest song in worldwide history. Toni didn’t so much as twitch in her seat; she was too angered and appalled to do anything but stare. In her mind, she pictured doing violent things she’d never dreamed of doing to both him and that . . . that twit, and then she felt childish and immature for having relished those images.
Her frown was biting into her face by the time Heath returned. He plopped down beside her and took a long swig of his beer. For three seconds, neither spared the other a glance. He took a few breaths, and then just like that, moved his hand in her direction.
She stiffened when he pawed her knee with one squeezing palm and brazenly made his way up her thigh.
“Do I get pussy now?”
She pursed her lips, grabbed his hand, and threw it back into his own lap. He grabbed her hand tightly and set it crudely on his fly, pressing it to the iron-hard bulge at his crotch.
“Then grab that, will you?”
Under her hand, he was a huge, tight, enormous bulge, and the thought of him aroused because he’d been dancing with that . . . that . . . bitch made her want to smash her Baileys into something. She closed her palm and squeezed into his groin hard, so hard she heard the air tear out of his lungs.“Go show it off to whoever gave it to you,” she snapped, yanking her hand back.
He snatched her wrist and forcefully pushed her palm to his crotch again. “You. Gave it to me.”
It was a struggle to remove her hand, but somehow she managed. “Your girlfriend might disagree,” she said tightly.
“Girlfriend.” He engulfed her cheeks with his palms, his face a mask of pure black rage. “You’re the woman I’m fucking tonight. You’re the woman I fuck in my sleep.” He pressed her hand between his legs again, commanding, “Leave it there.”
Through the denim, his wetness seeped into her skin.Toni was just as wet between her legs, and she was tense and angry and confused. He’d hurt her. How he had gotten to her enough to hurt her, she wasn’t sure. But he had. The turmoil raging through her was frightening. She wanted to ride him until they screamed, and by god, she wanted to smack him. Lust- filled anger had her digging the heel of her palm into the head of his cock so hard his hips rose from the seat cushion and his head fell back with a muttered curse.
“Why didn’t you want to dance with me?” she demanded.
He clutched her face almost violently and scraped her lips with his thumb, his expression vicious. “I’m in the mood to fuck you very hard tonight.” He showed his teeth in a wolfish snarl. “I’m in the mood to make you scream.”
“And I’m in the mood not to fuck you at all!”
He let go of her with a curse and stopped the first girl who passed, wrenching her down to the bulge on his lap. “You look good enough to eat,” he growled, and crushed her lips with his. He startled the woman, startled Toni as he gave the woman an angry, devouring kiss on the lips and set her on the table, turning her into a feast he gorged on. It was a kiss that must’ve hurt, in which Toni could see his tongue plunging, venturing deep. His mouth slanted, opened wide, the girl whimpering as she tunneled her fingers into his hair and seemed to wiggle against his body for more.Toni didn’t stay to see the rest.
She wanted to throw up.
Stumbling out of the booth, she dove across the crowd. Her vision was blurred as she shoved her way through the throng of people, her mind spinning with images, obscene images of that kiss, of Heath.
She hated him. She hated his eyes and his smiles and all of Heath Solis. She hated that her eyes stung and tears of frustration threatened to spill. She went straight for the doors, unsteady on her blasted four-inch heels, until a hand on her arm seized her.
“Where you going, pet?”
“Home!”
