“Ouch!” The red head squeals.
I look down at my hand entrapping her wrist.
How did she even get back over here?
“Shut the fuck up.” I move her out of my sight, so I can see what the fuck Emiliathinksshe’s doing.
A round of shots arrives at the table where Emilia is. She downs two, then looks back at me and smiles. It’s comical to watch her try to piss me off intentionally. Doesn’t she know what’ll happen when I get ahold of her?
I snap when a brown-haired guy places his hand on the small of her back. I take a few long strides to Emilia, clamping a hand around her wrist.
One of the drunk guys sizes me up.
I square my shoulders and narrow my eyes at him, satisfied when he shakes his head and turns back to his friends. Smart.
The brown-haired fuck isn’t as smart.
He scowls as he looks at my hand on Emma’s wrist. “Hey man, I think she’s a bit occupied.”
He goes to remove my hand.
Remove my fucking hand from her.
I laugh. “I would advise you against that,” I warn.
He hesitates before climbing off the barstool and stands in front of me.
I roll my eyes and wait. Just waiting for him to try something.
“Fuck–”
I drop him with a swift punch to the jaw before he can utter one more word to me. How dare he disrespect me in front of my girl. My girl who’s in so much fucking trouble right now. With her wrist in my hand, I drag her out to the rental car.
I’m glad we rented an Escalade. There’s plenty of room for me to punish the absolute fuck out of this girl.
I open the back door and slide us both into the backseat. I pin her body against the soft cushions, fury raging through me.
“You’re going to let another man touch you?” I growl. “In front of me, Emilia?” My eyes are wild as I look for an answer in hers.
The fact that she looks so calm makes me angrier.
“I swear to god I’ll walk back in there and fucking kill all of them Em.” I spit and she smiles, she fucking smiles at me.
She’s driving me fucking mad.
“Get over my fucking knee,” I order. Imagining her splayed out over my lap, my hand coming down with force against her bare ass.
She shakes her head.
Cute.
“Now. Fucking now. You want to be a bad girl; I’ll punish you like one.” I growl.
She puts her finger up, surprising me when she places it against my lips. “No. No, Aiden.” She straddles me, her bottom lip between her teeth.
The fuck is she doing?
“You don’t have the control right now. I walk in and see some girl in between your legs? Quit talking.”