Page 30 of Jolt's Vengeance

My feet carry me toward the kitchen, away from the bar and the main party.

But, more importantly, away from Jolt's burning gaze.

But as I reach for a bottle of water, I hear a familiar voice behind me.

Jolt's voice is low and husky. "Running away, Ghost?"

I turn, finding him much closer than I expected.

The kitchen suddenly feels very small.

"Just thirsty," I retort, trying to keep my voice steady. "Ye following me now?"

Jolt steps closer, his body heat radiating between us. "Maybe I'm thirsty too."

The double meaning isn't lost on me.

My heart races as I look up at him, taking in the sharp line of his jaw, the hint of stubble.

Before I can stop myself, my hand reaches out, grazing the front of his jeans.

I feel him harden instantly under my touch.

"I know ye like it when my hand's on ye—" I breathe, fueled by the fire I see flaring in his eyes.

Jolt's eyes darken with lust as he glances around quickly.

In a swift motion, he shoves me back against the wall, his hand wrapping around my throat.

The sudden pressure sends a jolt of excitement through my body.

"Don't test me, Ghost," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "I'll ravage you up against this wall and take you, not caring who fuckin' sees me do it."

My pulse races under his grip, a mix of fear and desire coursing through me.

This is exactly what I've been craving—the danger, the passion, the intensity.

I can't help but giggle, the sound breathy and slightly manic.

"This is the kind of energy I want from ye," I manage to say, biting my lip. "Ye know that?"

I pull him in for a searing kiss, our lips crashing together with hunger.

His grip on my throat loosens slightly, and I seize the opportunity.

In one quick movement, I bring my knee up, connecting solidly with his groin.

Jolt doubles over, groaning in pain. "Fuckin' hell, Aggie!"

As he's distracted, my fingers deftly slip into his back pocket, retrieving his phone.

The adrenaline pumping through me makes me feel invincible, reckless.

"Pain comes with pleasure, sweetheart," I say with a wink, my Scottish accent thickening with excitement. "And I've got a party to go to."

I slip past him, pausing at the kitchen doorway. "Catch ye on the flip side, laddie!"

As I saunter back into the main room, I spot Sienna chatting with Spark and Zoe.

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