Page 144 of Fallen Omega

“Who are you?” I ask.

“Just remember what I said. And hold on, little omega, things are going to start getting jumpy.”

I step towards him as someone growls behind me, and in the time it takes for me to glance at no one at all and back, the mysterious ghost of a man’s gone.

Heart thumping wild and unease spreading cold through me, I find the bathroom and freshen up.

Calmer, I step out and run into a man whose fingers bite hard in my arms. “Watch it.”

I look up, my heart clenching painfully. “You.”

“You.” Jake. The one from Pandora’s, the one who got me in all this. The one who wanted to rape me. “Bitch.”

He shoves me hard into the door of the bathroom and it swings open. I stagger back, just managing to keep hold of my footing as I grab for the knob.

“You stupid cunt. You almost got me killed. Keep the fuck away from me.”

And then he runs off.

My head spins, everything surreal.

I step out, staring in the direction he went.

And then I smell lavender, honey, leather and my knees go weak.

Knight. I turn and he slides an arm around me, pulling mein against him and he kisses me, hard. It’s pure ownership. It’s comfort, and my head spins, this time in an entirely different way.

“Are you alright?”

I nod.

And he grins. “There’s someone from the Council here, high up. Feel like a show?”

Chapter

Thirty

Lizette

Laughter bubbles up as we roll out of the restaurant. And I cling to him, arm around Knight’s waist and hand on his vest as he holds me close.

“When you said make a show,” I say, “I thought…”

He stops, spins me, right outside the door. “That I’d have my way with you in there?”

Heat floods my skin. “Well, yeah.”

“Now, that’s a punishable offense, little girl,” he says, kissing me, bending me back so I’m overwhelmed and swept up by him in the best way. His mouth is a wonder and his kisses sublime.

He breaks the kiss and says, “Tell Daddy to take you home.”

“Take me home, Daddy.”

He grins, dimples flashing, and he swings me up in his arms and carries me to the car.

It’s wild, insane, and I’m lost in him. I don’t even know where we go, because he keeps distracting me by stealing kisses, teasing touches up my thigh, and never quite givingme anything than more throbbing needs. But the trip is short and we’re at one of those little fancy houses with the tiny yards. This time, I think it’s on the other side of the park.

This one is two floors of painted cream brickwork with black finishes and Knight drags me out and carries me up the stairs, punching his finger against a pad at the door.

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