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“I can’t,” she whimpers as I begin to touch her in slow, tantalizing circles, bringing her head back to rest against my shoulder. I hold her there, torturing her with my fingers as I move them deeper. “I want you to do whatever you want to me, Kay.” My fingers slow as I gauge her words, trying to understand what she’s asking. “I want you to do your worst to me, what you do to other women.”
Removing my fingers, which is not without an adorable sound of protest from her, I tug her up to face me, locking her in my embrace with firm hands on her hips. “I can’t do that.”
“Why?” she breathes, eyes tainted with hurt.
“Because you’renotother women, Talia. And I won’t ever do my worst to you.”
Talia looks down, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Hooking my finger beneath her chin I guide her gaze back to mine. I so desperately want to tell her that I can’t give her my worst because I only want to give her my best. But it feels like a confession. One that I’m not ready to admit, and maybe one she’s not ready to hear.
“But let me give you what you want, regardless,” I say, right before planting a hard kiss on her mouth and whirling her around so her back is to my front again. My fingers get to work on undoing her jeans and I slide them down her legs, planting a kiss on her perfectly shaped ass as I go.
“What if someone walks in?” she asks, still stepping out of her jeans. “What if Gia comes in?”
“Gia’s busy fucking Leo,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her torso, holding her so I can get to work with my fingers again. “And besides, she’s seen me fucking before.”
“Why wouldthatmake me feel better?” The last word comes out in a gasp as I bend her over midsentence, her hands finding the edge of the bar.
“It’s not supposed to, beautiful. You asked for my worst.” Tangling my fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, I tug gently so she’s forced to look at me. “So take it.”
Defiance fills her eyes, but the corner of her mouth quirks with the barest hint of a smile. She missed this just as much as I did.
Like a good girl, she bends over the bar, and just as I’m about to tear her panties off and tear into her, the door swings open.
Talia jumps, pulling away and reaching for her pants, making a beeline behind the bar faster than I can even register who it is that’s just strolled into Midnights. He’s the last person I would have expected to see, but I’m also not surprised.
“Looks like I interrupted something.”
It’s Jules. Far more tattooed than me, shorter, but burlier, wearing a blood red button up with the sleeves rolled up. His dark hair is slicked back, the roman numeral tattooed below his eye stark even in the dim lighting of the club. A cigarette is clenched between his teeth, which he removes, flicking it onto the floor in a flurry of embers. One last exhale of smoke leaves his lungs. “Don’t stop on my account.”
My message must not have been received well when I sent Connie running for the hills. I never expected Jules to take kindly to me refusing his request for a meeting, but him showing up here,in person, is out of character. He must be desperate for something.
It makes me wonder how well his empire is truly faring.
Moving myself between him and Talia, who’s still scrambling to redress herself, I say, “Get the fuck out Jules. I already said no.” Crossing my arms, I look down at him, reminding him who would win in a physical fight here if it came down to it. But my guess is he has others lurking outside right now, just waiting on his word. He would never go anywhere alone.
“I don’t think I’ll be doing that. I’d like to have that meeting now.” Jules slides onto a stool in front of Talia, who’s fully dressed now, but trying to gauge the situation she’s now in. She’s observant and intelligent. I can tell by the look she flicks at me that she’s already gathered this is something dangerous from my past.
When Jules shoots her a wink, she remains stoic, but surprises me when she asks, “Can I make you something to drink for thismeeting?” She sneers the last word and gives Jules a sardonic grin.
“I like her,” Jules says, pointing at Talia and giving me a wink. “You always had a thing for spitfires.”
Talia scowls as she grabs two glasses. I’m sure she’s only doing this in order to stay and get some dirt on me, something she can use against me later. But I want to tell her to leave, torun. I don’t want her here. I don’t want her around Jules. Unfortunately, she’s already played her part. Now she’s stuck, and I’m going to have to do what I can to protect her.
“Why don’t you just pour me some of your best tequila? I know our Kay here likes his whiskey.”
“Don’t I know it,” Talia mumbles, sending Jules into a fit of laughter.
“Wow! You two must be hate fucking each other with that attitude. Tell me Kay, does she use her teeth?”
“What do youwant, Jules?” I take a seat next to him, leaving one stool between us. Talia slides me a glass of whiskey with a look that I’ve grown all too familiar with. On the surface it looks like disappointment, but I know her well enough to know what lies beneath it. A challenge.
Jules takes his tequila from Talia without looking at her. He eyes me over his glass, taking a long sip as I wait for his response. All at once, I’m overwhelminglyannoyedwith him, with his world. That the world I once lived and thrived in had come sneaking up on me to drag me right back to it.
“I want to make a new deal.”
“That’s obvious, or else you wouldn’t have shown up here. Get to the point.”
“Eager to get back to your hate fucking so quick?” He looks between me and Talia, who stands behind the bar, hands gripping the counter. His smile shows off his gold tooth, and I want nothing more than to punch it out of his mouth for looking at her like that.
