Page 71 of Ruthless Heir

Sheis topless.

I focus on Harper, at her full, round tits and perky dusky pink nipples.

She’s staring back at me now with shock stealing the color from her face.

She was pouring a drink for the guy sitting in front of her. But now she’s rooted to the spot, her eyes glued to me.

Even in my rage-fueled state I notice that beautiful body of hers. It’s not like the eighteen-year-old version I saw years ago. Harper St. John looks like a goddess now.

And she’s here at the Dark Odyssey showing it off to the cretin gawking at her.

He hasn’t seen me yet. Neither have the other guys. They look wasted and too zonked out from gawking at the women to notice me.

When the cretin smacks Harper’s ass my brain snaps back into focus. Hers does, too and she seems to realize in that moment that I’m here and looking at her—topless.

She covers her breasts and the guy snarls at her.

“Hey, come here and suck my dick.” He grabs her arm and pulls her toward him.

“Let go of me. I already told you no.” Harper tries to wrench her arm away from him but he’s too strong for her. “Let me go.”

I’m over there before he can take his next breath but now he’s got her wrapped in his arms and struggling against him.

In one move I grab her from him and throw a punch straight into his face, so hard the chair tips over with him in it.

He jumps up enraged and glares at me. “Who the fuck are you?”

The fool comes at me. Big. Mistake.

One more punch goes to the center of his face, cracking his nose and sending the motherfucker back to the floor.

This time I grab him by his neck and lift him off the ground.

“She told you no,” I snarl in his face, feeling nothing for punching him. The club rules are that you can’t force the girls to do anything they don’t want to do.

I’m glad I came when I did because this fool didn’t seem to get the memo.

I tighten my grip around his throat and he starts spluttering.

“Asher, stop.” Harper grabs my arm, tugging me.

I glance at her. She’s half trying to save this guy from being strangled and half trying to cover herself up.

“Asher.” Her voice comes out strangled.

I release him and he drops back to the floor in a mess of coughing fits and splutters.

At that moment the door bursts open and the guards rush in. They can see it’s me who’s caused the problem but they know better than to put their hands on me.

“That piece of shit there doesn’t know what the wordnomeans.” I point at the guy on the floor who scrambles away from me in fear that I’ll come after him again.

I don’t wait for an answer from the guards. I don’t expect one. And I don’t care for one.

I’m not here for them.

I take off my jacket and throw it around Harper’s shoulders, covering her nakedness, then I take her hand and lead her out of the room with everyone’s eyes on us.

I don’t stop walking until we reach the corner by the stairs where there are fewer people.

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