Page 64 of Shattered Vows

“What the fuck, man! I was just talking to her!” His words are slightly slurred, but I don’t give a shit if he’s drunk.

No one touches what’s mine.

No one.

“Get out of my sight before I use your face as target practice for my fist.” I attempt to rein in my fury, but it’s proving more difficult with every word out of this guy’s mouth.

“Why don’t you mind your own business, asshole?” he says and steps toward me, puffing out his chest.

This fucker just doesn’t know when to quit. The lion is banging on the cage doors.

“Back off, douchebag. Now apologize to the lady.” I motion to where Rapsody is behind me.

He laughs. “As if. I almost had her talked into coming home with me, didn’t I, sweetheart? She was drooling for this dick.” He punctuates his words by grabbing the limp dick in his jeans.

His words crack the cage doors, and the lion crashes through. I don’t think, I just react. My fist hits him in the face with enough force to knock him to the floor. I straddle his body, falling on top of him and punching him again.

I hold my fist over his bloody face, threatening to continue. “Now tell the lady you’re sorry.”

He turns his head and spits a gob of blood onto the floor. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry.”

“Now get the fuck out of here.” I stand, turning to find Rapsody and Anabelle standing behind me with shocked expressions.

My adrenaline is sky high now, and my thoughts are moving a mile a minute, but even in my state, I detect Rapsody’s horror at what just happened. What I just did.

I flick my gaze to Anabelle. “Go home, Anabelle. I’ve got Rapsody.”

She double-checks by looking at Rapsody quickly. Normally, I’d be mad, but she’s Asher’s wife, and I like the way she’s looking out for Rapsody. Anabelle nods, gathering her purse before heading to the door. Rapsody watches her leave, and for a second, I fear she’s so disgusted by what I did that she’ll ask Anabelle to take her because she’s afraid to be with me, but she doesn’t.

People scatter to their seats in the bar as the idiot drags himself off the floor and makes his way to the exit.

“Go back to whatever you were doing!” I shout.

Everyone diverts their eyes, and murmurs fill the room again.

“Come with me.” I take Rapsody’s wrist and drag her behind me to the washrooms, going into the women’s and locking the door behind us. I’m too amped to wait until we get back to the manor to have this conversation.

I position Rapsody against the wall, staring up at me with her big green eyes that have the power to undo me. The need to show my ownership over her, to prove that she’s mine is scratching to come out.

My hand flies up and grips her chin. She flinches from the blood coating my fingers, but I don’t care. I have to make her see.

“You’re mine,” I growl.

She looks at me for a beat and blinks.

“Say it.” I squeeze her chin a little harder.

“I’m yours.”

“Then why are you looking at me like you’re afraid of me? I would never hurt you, Rapsody. Never. I’d hurt myself before I let anything happen to you.”

She cradles my face with her hand. “I’ve never had anyone stand up for me. If it were my mom, she would have blamed me and said it was my fault. So, thank you.”

I smash my lips to hers. There’s nothing loving or thoughtful about our kiss. It’s frantic and animalistic and demanding.

Rapsody’s hands clutch my shoulders and a moan erupts deep in her throat. My hand trails down her body and under her skirt to find her wet and wanting. I bite her bottom lip harder than intended, and the coppery taste of her blood fills my mouth. I start to pull away, but she grabs my shirt, pulling me back to her. I tease her clit with my fingers, and she becomes liquid heat in my arms.

“I need to take you rough, sweetheart. I need to show you that you’re mine.”

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