Page 2 of Devil's Sinner

“C’mon, baby,” Connor kept slurring. “It won’t take long. I’ll give you a grand to jerk me off in the car.”

“The lady said no,” Dad piped up authoritatively. I knew Connor wouldn’t go up against him, anyway. He was too much of a pussy. “How about you fuck off back to your table and leave us to our night?”

Connor must’ve been blinded by all the drugs and booze in his system because he perked up like a peacock. Until my father and I stood up, of course. We towered over him, making it clear either of us could knock him out in a second. He cowered, stumbling back and taking down a tray of champagne a waiter was carrying to another table.

“No need to get scared,” he hissed. “Your girl likes me better so you’re all defensive, huh?”

“She said no thank you,” Dad seethed. “Now go back to your table. Once you remember who the fuck you’re talking to, you’ll know better than to talk shit in public. Now fuck off before I end you, boy.”

Connor looked crestfallen and I took pleasure in his ashen complexion. Once again, he’d proven himself to be nothing but a pussy. Not even the kind I wanted to fuck.

He looked up at me then, as if looking for support. He hadn’t recognized my father but it quickly became obvious he knew exactly who I was. I could practically see the few brain cells he had left figuring it out. A dark look passed over his face.

I hadn’t dealt with him in business before, though I’d heard stories. But now that I’d met Connor in person, I knew exactly what a piece of shit he was. It left me unsure of where he found out about me. Had Hugo Cabot been talking shit about me? Poisoning Violet’s mind with even more nonsense that didn’t matter.

A security guard materialized next to us, glancing at my father with a frightened expression. It was hilarious seeing what my father’s money could do. Even the stocky guard was terrified of Dominic Windsor.

“Is there a problem here, Mr. Windsor?” he asked, glancing discreetly at Connor.

“There is,” Dad seethed. “This asshole is ruining our night. Will you show him the door?”

“Right away, Sir.” The guard started manhandling Connor, who refused to budge, trying to wrestle free.

“I’ll deal with him,” I finally snarled, grabbing Connor by the collar of his shirt with no problem. I was fueled with adrenaline and jealousy. Imagining Connor with Violet was driving me insane. I knew he was marrying her sister, but that didn’t stop the throb in my fist as I drove it through the air.

My hand made contact with Connor’s nose, crooking it to the side and making it drip blood down the front of his shirt. I smirked at the sight, finally making the bastard pay for his behavior. It felt good–too good. I forced myself not to take the fight further and knock him out, settling for dragging him out of the club by his shirt.

I tossed him on the parking lot outside, leaving a scrambled valet running up to him on the asphalt. I took one last look back at his pathetic figure and walked away. He wasn’t worth a second of my time.

I rejoined my father and my former date at the booth where they were sipping on expensive champagne. Willa was giggling, practically climbing onto Dad’s lap. I rolled my eyes and ordered a double shot of rum, something expensive enough to keep my night from getting boring.

But I was sick of it all. This bullshit bachelor life, fucking girls who meant nothing but a way to empty my dick. I was preoccupied with work for relationships, too caught up in fucking to care about any of the endless parade of girls leaving my front door.

The only person I’d ever cared about was myself… well, that was a lie.

I’d cared about Violet once… And then that interest turned from friendly to possessive and I knew I had to put a stop to it. She was too young and definitely not ready. Yet the thought of eventually corrupting her entered my mind too many times to count. I was hooked on the idea of being her first, stealing her innocence and not leaving her a choice but to become mine.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair.

“What’s on your mind, sonny boy?” Dad asked with a knowing smirk. “Not mad about me stealing this pretty, leggy thing, are you?”

He pinched Willa’s ass and she giggled, completely enamored.

“Couldn’t care less,” I said honestly. “I’m more concerned about a certain asshole worming his way into the Cabot family.”

“Sounds to me like someone’s jealous,” Willa purred, making me glare at her. “You have a crush on Georgia Cabot or something?”

My father and I laughed in unison. Georgia was pretty, sure, but nothing like my princess. Violet was sultry, sensual, so corruptible. Georgia was boring, prudish and cold.

Willa shrugged and looked away, but my father kept his attention focused on me.

“That little girl running through your mind again?” he asked.

“She’s not so little anymore.”

“You need to keep away from her, Devlin.”

“Don’t threaten me,” I hissed, getting up. “You’ll regret it. Go fuck your cheap toy in the hotel sonny boy paid for.”

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