Page 39 of Jolt's Vengeance

She wrenches her arm free with surprising strength, her eyes flashing with defiance.

Before I can react, her palm connects with my cheek in a stinging slap that echoes through the crowded room.

For a moment, I'm too stunned to move.

Then the anger surges through me, hot and fierce.

I huff out a breath, my fists clenching at my sides. "Oh, you have no idea what you've done now."

She doesn't back down, meeting my gaze with a fiery intensity that only serves to turn me on. "Shut the fuck up," she spits. "You're not gonna do a damn thing!"

Her challenge ignites something primal inside me.

In one swift motion, I grab her waist and slam her against the nearest wall, not giving a shit who sees.

The music's too loud for anyone to hear, but they can sure as hell see.

I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "I'm gonna do exactly what I want to you, sweetheart," I growl, feeling her shiver against me. "And I don't give a flying fuck who watches."

My heart's pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat.

Part of me wants to make good on my threat right here, to show her and everyone else that she's mine.

But a smaller, more rational part knows that's a bad fucking idea.

Instead, I pull back slightly, meeting her wide-eyed gaze. "You want to play games, Aggie? Fine. But remember, I always win."

Aggie arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her emerald eyes glinting with defiance.

A smirk plays at the corners of her lips, and the heat is radiating off her body.

"You know, Jolt, you obviously do care or else you wouldn't be here."

Her words hit me like a sucker punch to the gut.

Fuck.

She's right, and we both know it.

I try to keep my face impassive, but I can feel a muscle twitching in my jaw.

"I came back for my phone," I growl, but even to my own ears, it sounds like a weak excuse.

Aggie opens her mouth to retort, but before she can speak, a lanky frat boy materializes out of thin air beside us.

He's got that clean-cut, preppy look that screams 'mommy's credit card,' and he's eyeing me up and down.

"Hey, Aggie," he says, not taking his eyes off me. "Everything okay here?"

If I had hackles, they’d be rising right now.

Who the fuck does this kid think he is?

Aggie shifts slightly against me, and I realize I'm still pinning her to the wall.

I don't move.

"Trevor," Aggie says, her voice suddenly softer. "It's fine. We're just... talking."

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