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The third comes fast and as she finally spits the word, “Three”, he drops her against the bed. Her ass bright red with his hand marks across it. Tears well in the rim of her eyes. It hurts much more than she’d expected and his slap was certainly harder than the last guy she played this game with. Darius, obviously frustrated by what happened between them, took it out on her ass.

Taking a breath, she relaxes as he comforts her with a more gentle touch of his hand; soothing her stinging skin caressing her curves. His lips dropping gentle kisses along her spine, down her back, and over her ass. It feels good like he’s healing her skin and she closes her eyes, enjoying the moment of closeness between them.

They lie together for what seems too much of a brief moment. She gently strokes his hair as his head rests against her breasts.

“There’s an ensuite, I’ll run the shower for you.” He smiles as he helps her up.

“Darius, wait… I need to know something.” She kneels at the end of the bed, facing him. Her hand stroking his chest up then to his neck. “Can I see you again? Like this, I mean… for more of this.”

He brushes the back of his hand against her cheek, his lips teasing across hers kissing her. “You want to do this again?”

“Mm-hm… Yeah,” she nods. “Yeah, I want to be with you again. And before you say anything, I know all the reasons why we shouldn’t, but I can’t help it. Darius, I want to be with you.”

“Hm…” he groans, shaking his head. “We’ll see how you feel about that tomorrow, in the cold light of day. Come on, get cleaned up. I’ll go find your clothes so you can get dressed.”

Chapter 14

Leaned against the tiled wall of the small shower, Kat sighs, and closing her eyes she takes a moment to think about what just happened tonight. What she did and how crazy it all was. Reminding herself once again why liquor and her don’t mix.

Rinsing the last of the soap from her hair, she steps out and dries herself then wrapping one of the small towels around her body; she heads to the other room.

It feels strange being here and looking around; she frowns with concern. The room is empty. Darius has gone; her clothes folded in a neat pile on the bed.

“Darius…” she gasps his name even though she knows there’s no way for him to be here. Her heart sinks as she sees a note laid on the bed. Just the words:Sorry. D.

Then she recoils in horror, bile retching from her stomach to the back of her throat as she notices a wad of money laid next to her things. “Oh my God… You fuckin’ asshole!” She slumps down on the bed and takes a deep breath as angry tears well in the rim of her eyes and she wonders, why?Why would he do this?

It feels like he stabbed her in the heart and howling loudly she slides off the bed and drops in a naked heap to the floor. “Why did you fuckin’ do this?” She can’t understand. Her head blurs as Luna snarls with rage. She warned Kat not to do this. But a moment of drunken stupidity found her giving in to her emotions. Submitting to pleasure and wanting him, she dropped her guard, and foolishly followed her lust-filled desires and allowed him to take control of her.

Fueled with anger, she gets dressed and heads to the door.

As she opens it, she’s confronted by Michael, protected on either side by two large and burly security guys. “Oh, what the fuck do you want now?” she snarls, her green eyes on fire with anger.

“Well… that’s not a very nice way to talk to someone, but I guess it’s understandable… given the circumstances,” he smirks. “I just want my money.”

“Your what?” she frowns. Only half-listening, she’s ready to punch his smug shifter face.

“My money… Now! You know you hookers need to learn some manners.”

“For your information… I’m not a fucking hooker! And where the fuck is Darius?”

“Darius left. But I take it he gave you the money? My money.”

She swallows nervously, struggling to contain Luna as she glares at him. But rather than be afraid, he smiles. “Oh, don’t bother with those hurt puppy dog eyes, it won’t wash with me. You’re out of your depth here honey, and unfortunately for you, Darius is no longer here to protect you. Just give me the damn money and I’ll be gone.”

“It’s on the bed,” she sneers. “Get it your-fuckin-self, you prick!”

“Very well.” He pushes past and steps into the room. Picking up the bills from the bed, he takes a moment to count them.

Kat can’t move, blocked in by the huge sour-looking doormen who stop her from going anywhere.

“Wow… well, you must’ve been a helluva good fuck. He actually left a tip.” He laughs, waving a hundred dollars in front of her. “I’m impressed. He’s never done that before.” Kat snarls as he thrusts the money in her direction. He smirks looking her in the eyes watching for a reaction, “What, you don’t want your cut? Well, okay… I won’t say no. Shame to waste all that hard work though.” He pockets the money on the inside of his designer suit jacket. “You know… I have a lot of other clients that could definitely be interested in you.” He strokes her arm with the back of his hand. “If you wanna branch out and make a lot more money? And not all of them have Darius’… tastes.”

She seethes with rage, hardly able to contain Luna, and this time he can really see her anger. He steps away from her, the nod of his head alerting his security to the possible danger.

“You can shove his tip up your fuckin’ ratty shifter ass. I want nothing to do with that money, with you… or with any of this. You can all go to hell. I should never have come here.”

“No, you’re right, you shouldn’t have.”

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