Page 37 of Angel

He goes still at the sight of my dress. I know it hugs in all the right places, and I’m oddly satisfied. He breathes in, slowly scanning me, starting at my lips before traveling all the way down over my legs. I should feel disgusted. Violated. But the way he looks at me doesn’t evoke those emotions whatsoever. It should be a red flag.

The tight fabric of my dress hugs my breasts, pushing them out on display, and he more than notices. I cross one leg over the other and lean back, letting him take me in while offering a better view. I’m taunting him, and I’m not sure why.

Lies. I know why. This man makes my panties wet. This wasn’t part of the job I had in mind tonight. Or ever. But seeing the way Venom’s eyes light up satisfies me. His jaw ticks, and his teeth grind together as he leans in closer to me. I can’t see anything, anyone but him, past his large frame.

I inhale, taking in the masculine scent I so fondly remember, and stare at his muscular arms. My attention snaps back to him. He’s staring at me with a raise of his brow. Without breaking the heart-pounding eye contact, he runs his hand over my bare thigh, and my stomach drops. His touch is earth-shattering—throbbing.

Oh, God, this is just like the bathroom fantasy. But this time… it’s real.

He’s touching me. I can feel him touching me. He lazily drags his hand upward, squeezing my thigh, before traveling under my dress. Stopping only once he reaches my panties. The pad of his thumb rubs circular motions along the seam, and my breath catches. The ache between my thighs causes me to subconsciously arch forward. Slightly. And I lean my head back while clutching the end of the counter.

It’s wrong. This is wrong. I shouldn’t want him. But there’s no denying the lust coursing through my body. And I want more. I need more.

His nose brushes against my cheek, and I go still. Having him this close ignites my skin, and my heart doesn’t stop its incessant pounding. His warm, minty breath tickles my skin as he whispers, “Why the fuck are you dressed like a prostitute?”

A sickness rises in the pit of my stomach, and it’s enough to extinguish my burning desire. I shove at his chest, pushing him out of my invaded space. But he doesn’t move. Not at first. “Fuck you, and that was the whole idea.”

“You thought it would help? To dress like this?”

“Yes, I needed the extra boost to get Mouse’s attention.”

Venom’s smirk dies and anger flashes in his eyes, but he casually shrugs it off. “I’m pretty fucking sure you didn’t need to dress like that to get his attention. You already had it,” he tells me, and my face warms with embarrassment. “And I thought you were supposed to be making sure I don’t do anything stupid. Not whoring yourself around my club.”

His words sting more than I expected. But it’s not like they aren’t true.

“I have a plan of my own.”

He shakes his head. “Jesus Christ. Don’t go doing anything that makes your club come after me. Not really in the mood for it.”

He sits in the stool next to mine, and I turn my body so I’m facing him. My leg grazes his thigh, and I imagine what it’d be like to climb on his lap. My dress riding up. My pussy pressed against his hard length. I clench my legs together. “We’re supposed to be fucking each other, so you should probably work on making me not hate you so much. It’s getting harder to hide my true feelings.”

“But we do hate each other,” he says, then calls over to the bartender for a drink. “Look, my club would find it suspicious if we were up each other’s asses. I don’t do girlfriends.”

“You dated Jules.” The muscles in his face flex, and I’m guessing I hit a nerve.

“It wasn’t really dating, because I fucked around with other women.”

I shake my head. “I feel bad she was ever with you.”

“Me too, peach.” He takes a swig of his beer, and my mouth droops open. Did he really just admit that? I study his profile as he keeps his focus on the space in front of him. Does he really feel bad? I can’t believe he would. Not this guy. There’s no way. “You gonna stare at me all night, because I can think of other ways to occupy your time.”

Before I can answer, Mouse walks up between us, and I can tell he’s high as a kite. With his eyes dilated and bloodshot, he hasn’t stopped fidgeting since he made his way over. Great.

“Mouse.” Venom’s patience is at about a zero, and something tells me he doesn’t enjoy his club members getting doped up.

Mouse runs his tongue across his bottom lip and stares like he wants to rip my dress off my body. “You look absolutely fucking delicious.”

I smile, but bile rises at the back of my throat. “Thank you.” I twirl a lock of hair around my finger as he continues to send bad chills up my spine. It’s funny, how his lust doesn’t affect me. Not the same way as Venom’s.

“How about me and you go find somewhere private?”

Venom hasn’t batted an eyelash in our direction. But, by the way his jaw clenches and his neck vein pulses…

I can tell it bothers him.

The way Mouse talks to me…

It bothers him.

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