Page 10 of Bully

She is reaching for the handle to get back out when I slip into the driver's seat. I bring my hand down on her thigh, making sure I don’t brush against her knee. Something we still need to get back to.

“Don’t.”

“My sister doesn’t know I left.” She glares at me, her nose scrunching. I like when she shows me a touch of that fire she has inside of her. But I also have this need to make sure she never has to use it. That I could shelter her from all the fucked-up things in our world.

“Trust me. Matteo knows.” Or he will when he’s done fucking his wife.

“What are you doing?” Her attention drops to her thighs. I realize I’m stroking the inside of one. I can’t get over how damn soft she is. All of her is. Even when she attempts to be sassy, her softness remains unwavering. It’s always there. “Are you going to—” Riley licks her lips, her cheeks flushing more. Does she want my mouth between her lush thighs again? I know I do. I need her taste.

“Am I going to what?” I lean toward her, knowing I’m playing with fire. Riley’s legs part more, making her dress slide up, exposing more of her to me. My mouth waters at the thought of getting a taste of her again.

“What’s happening, Nikolai? Why are you touching me so much?”

“I’ve done more than touch you.” I slide my fingers farther up her thigh.

“Why?” she asks again. I don’t know how to answer her. “You don’t even like me.”

“I more than like you, Riley.” Her brows furrow together.

“But you’re a jerk to me.”

“I know, sweetness. I’m a fucking asshole.”

“I’m more confused than a cat at a laser show.”

I bark out a laugh. Her comment caught me completely off guard.

“Don’t laugh at me.” Riley smacks my hand. Again, catching me off guard.

“I’m not laughing at you.” I shake my head.

“You have a dimple.” She pokes my cheek. “I didn’t know that.” Riley runs her finger from my cheek to my jawline. “You should smile more.”

“Not a lot to smile about,” I admit. Riley drops her hand.

“What's up with Abby?”

“Abby?” Riley rolls her eyes. "Abby as in the bartender and cocktail manager Abby?”

“Yeah.” She glances away, appearing to be shy about the question.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” I pull back, taking my hands off her, because what I really want to do might scare her. Her eyes fill with tears. I hate myself for it, but she clearly knows about Sal and Abby and is jealous.

“You really are an asshole.” She tries to open the door again. I grab her.

"You aren't running back in there to Sal. He’s probably dick deep inside Abby right now.” Her mouth drops open.

“Sal and Abby are together?”

“Yeah, fucking Sal and Abby,” I growl.

“Oh.” She relaxes back into her seat. “Wait, does that make you mad? Sal and Abby?”

"I don't care who Sal touches, as long as he keeps his fucking hands off you."

A sweet little giggle bubbles free from Riley. “You sound jealous.”

“You’re just now getting that?”

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