Page 43 of The Heir

I fantasize about her screaming for mercy and denying her anyways. Isobel's so adventurous that I might have to throw some non-consent in there to shake things up a little. Her next words almost make the non-consent piece happen in the bathroom here at the bar.

"Ohshit, someone's cocky!" She laughs, throwing her head back. "You got little dick energy."

My brows furrow. "What the hell did you just say to me?" I narrow my eyes at her because I don't have a little dick. At all.

Izzy, do you even know you're in danger right now?I think, clenching my fist against my thigh. But again, she's still running off at the mouth for all she's worth.

"Yeah, usually when men brag, they don't really have nothing going on down there."

I'm silent for a second, because she just threw a gauntlet down. "Is that so?" I murmur. "Well, I guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't you?"

She laughs again, turning her face to the side and staring at a redheaded woman who just sat down opposite the bar from us and has taken an interest in looking at me. Our sliders come out and she pushes the plate to me first.

"I won't be finding out anytime soon, that's for sure. I'm done with men. Sorry."

I give her a laugh of my own because it's hilarious that she doesn't realize how different her life is at this very second. She turns her face to me on a sly smile, and I'm quickly lost.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful your eyes are?" I say, raising my hand and cupping her cheek, brushing my thumb across her soft skin.

She scoffs self-consciously and looks away, forcing my fingers to fall from her face, suddenly mute. Desperate to bring her playful side back and keep her talking, I clear my throat and shift in my seat, picking up my burger.

"So,what was your safe word?" I take a bite, chewing slowly, seeing her eyeing the woman across the bar from us, who won't stop staring at me. I look over to catch the woman's eye, and she gives me a sassy wink. Frowning, I dismissively turn my face back to Isobel, who looks thoughtful as she holds her burger aloof.

"It's stupid," she murmurs.

"No, safe words arenotstupid."

She looks at me. "Hakunamatata." We stare at each other for exactly three seconds before we both bust out laughing. "And speaking of, that girl over there wants your dick on a platter."

Our laughter dies as I tilt my head at her and see how serious she is. "Hm," I hum, contemplating her.

Her eyebrow arches, making me feel like someone just doused me with gasoline and she's got the match, holding it out to me. "ShallI go over there and get her number for you? You look like you like redheads."

No she fucking didn't.

I want to tan her ass for her insolence.

But instead, I lean into her ear, placing my hand boldly on her thigh and slide my hand up, coming so close to her pussy I can feel the heat from her scorching me. I tighten my fingers down hard, gripping the thicker part of her inner thigh and squeezing with a warning, making her jump in her seat.

"I get that you're a brat, and that you love being a challenge, but if you knew just how much I love rising to the occasion you wouldn't vex me the way you're trying to. Now, I hope you know that I respect you, but I also have no problem showing you just howdisrespectfulI can be if you want to keep pushing me? I would makeyoufuck that woman while I watch, beforeIever dared to touch her."

Her eyes widen as she turns to look at me on a little self righteous gasp. "You can't make me do anything. As of about two hours ago, I'm asinglewoman."

Not by a long fucking shot,I think to myself.

I sit back, finishing up my drink, seeing she's damn near drunk. "Let's go, pretty girl, I think playtime's over."

"Oh! Not yet, hang on." She thrusts a hand out, waving at the bartender who saunters over and collects our empty drinks and trash.

"Ready to close your tab, honey?"

"Yes please, and I'd like to pay for everyone's drinks in the bar. Round on me!"

I shake my head.My God.

The bartender's eyes go wide as she looks skeptically at Isobel who's just staring back, smiling prettily."Wow,are you sure? There's like, eight thousand open right now."

"Yup, I'm sure." Isobel's tipsy smile is enough to kill a man.

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