Page 37 of Riot

Fuck, I love it when she gets that look in her eyes. Wrapping my foot around her chair under the table, I drag her closer as she yelps. When she’s at my side, I lean in so my coat blocks us, grab her hand, and press it to my hard dick.

“Keep looking at me like that and we are going to be leaving before you get your meal, sweetheart.”

She snatches her hand back, looking away from me. “I’m looking at you in anger. How are you hard?” she hisses.

“I love your anger, it’s fucking beautiful, but I’m hard anytime you look at me,” I admit, whispering in her ear. “If you wanted a date, beautiful, then you should have said so. I do like a challenge, so thank you. I was getting a little bored this week.”

“Seriously, Kage, what did you do?” she asks, not backing down, her eyes meeting mine boldly. Her icy gaze makes me shudder with desire. I love my soft, needy girl, but I love my hard, icy girl just as much.

“I gave him something to keep him busy all night. He didn’t deserve to be here at your side.”

She stands abruptly, ready to storm away, so I grab her hand and pull her down onto my lap, holding her there with one arm while I open the menu with the other, propping my chin on her shoulder.

“Kage,” she snaps, elbowing me.

I kiss her shoulder. “Stop making a scene, sweetheart, or I’ll bend you over my knee for daring to look this beautiful for another man,” I warn as she stiffens. “We both know I will, so behave.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she murmurs.

“Do you want to bet?” I whisper huskily. I know every eye in the restaurant is on us, including the staff and the cameras pressed against the glass outside, trying to get the scoop. “Keep trying and we’ll find out.”

There’s a moment of silence. “Can I at least sit in my chair?”

“No, I like you where you are. You can’t run from me now. I’ll be your chair, sweetheart. What do you want, steak? No, pasta?” I murmur, still scanning the menu. I’ll give it to the idiot, he picked a good place. The food here is supposed to be excellent. No doubt he wanted to show off, but I bet he had to drop his daddy’s name just to get in. I only had to show my face.

“Kage, you are being ridiculous. I’m allowed to date. You don’t get to show up and do something to my date then hold me hostage,” she begins, wiggling to get free, and I groan.

“Keep moving like that and I’m going to make a mess before we even get to dessert.”

“You’re fucking insane,” she snaps as she stiffens.

My waiter friend chooses that moment to turn up, grinning. “Ready to order?”

“Where is my date?” she asks.

“Oh, uh, the gentleman you came in with is . . . indisposed in the bathroom right now. Mr. Kage said he was your date.” The waiter grins. Good boy, I’m going to give him a big tip. “What can I get you to eat? The chef said he would make anything you like.”

“Then one of everything, please. My girl can’t decide.” I snap the menu shut and hand it over. “And please make sure to send some water to that poor man. I bet it’s going to be a long, long night.”

When the waiter leaves, Fallon turns in my arms, her eyes narrowed. “Did you feed him laxatives?”

“More than even models take.” I smirk. “I hope you’re hungry.”

She continues to stare into my eyes. “How didn’t I see it before?” she whispers.

“What, sweetheart?”

“The devil in your gaze,” she whispers, and my lips tip up in a grin. “I’m never getting away from you, am I?”

“Glad you noticed. It’s only taken a year.” I kiss her cheek. “Now, if you behave, you can sit on your seat, but if you try to leave, I’m going to bend you over this table, flip your skirt up, and spank your ass red, and we both know I will.” I watch her swallow nervously, even as her eyes flare. My girl likes me taking control when everyone else would back down to her. “Are you going to be a good girl, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she whispers, but I arch my brow, her nostrils flaring as she takes a deep breath. “I’ll be a good girl.”

Kissing her cheek again, I remove my arm. She stands, brushing her hair back and sinking into her chair, making me grin. She watches me with a new look in her eye, a considering one. It seems she’s finally taking me seriously.

Good.

“So how has your week been, sweetheart?”

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