Page 29 of Hell Bent

“So, what you’re saying is they’re just thugs, unlike you.”

If she meant it as an insult, she would have to try harder. “I’m not a thug, sweetheart.”

“You’re an outlaw,” she said with a smirk. That he was.

The amber light cast shadows across Vicious’s face, making him appear even more dangerous. Sway licked her lips as she stared into his green eyes. Something about the man made her edgy. She could blame her attraction to him on her dry spell. But if she was honest, it had nothing to do with that and everything to do with the fact he was a mystery and dangerous. Both things intrigued her. His hand reached across the small table, gripping hers. The feeling of his thumb rubbing small circles along the back of it set off butterflies.

What would it be like to take home a man like Vicious? What would he expect? “You’re deep in thought,” he said. How could she not be with her hand in his and those green eyes staring into her soul. Was she nervous? NO. She was interested, was all.

“I’m thinking about you.”

“What about me has you so perplexed? I’m just a guy having dinner with a beautiful woman.”

Sway leaned back in the chair. Tugging her hand free, she dropped them into her lap. He was smooth. Too smooth for her liking. He probably had a line of women waiting to climb into his bed. “What is it you want from me, Vicious?”

Vicious remained silent as the server brought his drink over. When the girl asked for their order in French, he replied accordingly. He knew the area, so he knew the preferred language was French. Even in the current era, there was still an undertone of tension between the two sides. He ordered for both of them, and when Sway cocked a look at him, Vicious smirked.

“How do you know I like pasta?”

“Let’s see. You came into an Italian restaurant. You ordered a merlot, which pairs nicely with any pasta dish or steak. But the giveaway, Sway, is those beautiful hips of yours.” He saw the look on her face and chuckled. He was sure she’d never been out with a man like him.

“No woman who has a figure like yours eats fucking rabbit food.” He saw the flush of red rise from beneath her collar, run up her neck, and settle in her cheeks. Leaning forward,Vicious continued his description of her lush curves and what he wanted to do with her. “Not to mention you have a great rack. I wonder if you’ll blush when I bury my face in your tits.”

If her legs hadn’t been crossed, she’d cross them now. Tightening her thighs, she applied pressure to her already throbbing clit. She watched his tongue glide over his bottom lip and she almost sighed. “Don’t squeeze those legs too tight, baby, you might come right here.”

“You’re crude.”

“And you’re annoyed that you like it.”

Was she annoyed by that mere fact? How would he know how she felt? “It takes more than crude words and sexy eyes to get me off . . . baby.” She enunciated the word ‘baby’ just as he had. Two could play this game.

“I promise I’ll have you begging as your back arches and cum drips from your pussy.” He was worked-up now. He should have left his damn ass in the truck. It was better for him to stay clear of women who knew nothing about the club life. Because once he tasted Sway, she’d be his, and the life he led wasn’t an easy one. And it wasn’t one you ever stepped away from. It was hard, dangerous, and unpredictable, like he was as he sat across from her.

Sway couldn’t take her eyes off Vicious. She was tired of being lonely, tired of being careful. She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to feel like a woman, not a mechanic. “That’s a bold statement. Can you back those words up with action?”

The server walked up at that precise moment, but Vicious didn’t look away. It was like being in a trap. One she didn’twant to be free of. “Can we get to-go containers and the check, please?”

“Ouais.”

Vicious waited until the waitress walked off before he spoke. “You better be sure, Sway. I’m not some college boy who doesn’t know what fucking is. I’m a man, and I know exactly what I want and how I want it.”

“I’m not looking for some college boy. I want a man. I want to be turned-on so much that my back arches and I come so hard, it soaks my thighs.” She watched his eyes go dark and knew her words hit home. She wanted everything he was promising and more.

The server dropped off the boxes and the check, then scurried away. Sway hadn’t seen the girl standing at the table as she spoke. “I think you may have shocked our server, Sway.” Vicious smirked.

“She’s just jealous.”

Vicious tossed cash on the table as Sway picked up the food containers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to spread you wide open and lick you from ass to pussy.” He felt her shiver and knew it wasn’t from the cold.

Chapter Eighteen

Sway didn’t say anything as they walked to her apartment. Pulling her keys from her coat pocket, Sway looked up at Vicious. Her mind went completely blank as for what to say to the man. “Sway?”

“Hmm?”

“I won’t hold you to your word tonight.”

“Have you changed your mind, Vicious?”

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