Page 61 of Dance with the Devil

I’d heard she came through the door with fuckingChristopher, but he’s not the one she’s dancing with now. Some toothy blond frat boy is parked behind her, too close for my liking. He’s grinding his cock against her ass, all while Genevieve smiles and dances next to him.

Hell,no.

I don’t stop until I’m inches away from them. This close, I can hear Genevieve’s sweet voice over the bass as she leans in and says matter-of-factly to the wallet: “Did you know that it’s possible to bite a guy’s cock right off?”

I’m stunned. Part of me can’t believe she’s mentioning what she witnessed in Winter’s facility so casually, while another part is stunned to think that she might bebraggingabout knowing that fact.

Shaking it off, I tap her on her shoulder.

She spins around and I see that she didn’t just paint the tips of her hair with the pink color. She has highlights in the front, framing her face.

My heart nearly stops. She’s that gorgeous—and the way her face goes from flirtatious to furious in an instant has me almost taking a step back to escape her barely concealed anger.

Then I remember what she was doing when I found her, and I movecloser. “Your hair.”

She fluffs it out. “You like it?”

Yes. The pink color toward the ends of her golden hair isn’t just attractive, especially to a guy like me who loves to decorate his body. It helps her lose a little of the innocence that used to cling to her when she would wear her ballerina’s hair up and in a bun. Lose and wild andpink… I love it.

I shake my head. “Say goodbye to your friend, Genevieve.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re coming with me.”

Her eyes widen a bit before her lips quirk upward in a secretive little smile, replacing her anger. She doesn’t even turn to look at the man she was both tantalizing and terrorizing, waggling her fingers instead as she moves toward me. “And where exactly do you think you’re taking me?”

Home.

I don’t answer her. Snatching her fingers, clutching them in the heat of my hand, I start to tug her behind me. Not roughly, never roughly, but if I don’t walk away from the man who was attempting to grind up against her, he might lose a couple.

And that’s just for starters.

Clutching Genevieve to me, I wind my way through the crowd. She probably expected me to lead her out through the front door. I don’t. As a Sinner who spends far more time in the Playground than I shoulder, I know all the ins and outs of this place. Within minutes, I’ve brought her to the back alley outside the south side of the Playground.

I see her notice my bike, though if she recognizes that I replaced her white helmet with the pink butterfly on it after the last crash, she doesn’t say anything.

That’s okay.Ido.

“What were you doing, talking to one of the wallets about cocks?”

That catches her attention.

Spinning around so she can face me, Genevieve smirks. “That’s nothing. I told one guy that I killed a man. He didn’t stick around to dance long after that. Another one groped my ass. I wasn’t above watching him turn green when I told him the same thing then snapped my teeth at him. You didn’t give me a chance with this one before you hauled me out here.” She pouts. “I didn’t need you help, you know. I can take care of myself.”

The gun goes off.

Noah drops.

Genevieve pales…

“I know that,” I admit. “But you’re on Sinner territory, butterfly. I’m the one who protects you here.”

That was the worst thing I could’ve said.

Her pretty blue eyes turn hard. “Is that how it goes? I’m Dame’s problem on the East End, but if Idareto step off of Dragonfly turf, you’ll get off your high horse enough to act like you give a shit?”

She’s angry.Fiery.

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