Page 78 of Mad Love

“Call off your dogs, Blaise.”

“Don’t speak of them like that. They are good guys.”

“One had his hands on you. Call off your dogs or I will cut off his hands and his dick, darling.”

“Why are you being such a jerk?”

I’m the jerk? The red in my vision flares into this molten hot anger that takes over my being. I push through the first layer of men. Command my men to hold off Blaise’s dogs. I glance over my shoulder, making certain there’s not a bloodbath behind us, and catch Blaise exchanging heated glances with the guy who was holding her hand on the dance floor.

Who the hell is the douchebag who didn’t say a word? He stood by and observed everything with a calm and confidence that annoys the fuck out of me. Is he Blaise’s lover too?

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private to talk. I’m too pissed at you to drive us home right now.”

“Who says I want to go anywhere with you?”

“You’re mine, Blaise. Don’t ever forget that.” I stomp off into the darkness, putting distance between us and the onlookers.

“I’m a business arrangement.”

“You’re my wife.” Gritting my teeth, I up my pace and yank her behind me.

“I’m a means to getting what you want. Betty.”

“I’ll give up Betty if I can have you. I only want you, Blaise.”

“You’ve never wanted me.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth.” I pull her to me and push her up against the nearest wall. “I’m telling you now, I want you.”

She tips her chin. “You don’t.”

I growl low in my throat. “What did I just say, Blaise. Don’t put words in my—”

She grabs me by the hair, and wrenching me down to her level, Blaise clamps her mouth on mine. She robs me of breath. Steals any attempt on my part of thinking rationally. I need to touch her. Need to show her who she belongs to. My hands settle on her waist. Caress up and down her sides. Her skin is soft, warm awakening the nerve endings on my fingertips. She moans into my mouth, and I can’t hold back my hunger for her. Deepening the kiss, I slide my fingers in her luscious thick hair, and tilt her head to the side.

I end the kiss, and she protests. Her protest doesn’t last long. I kiss down the elegant column of her neck. Linger on her pulse point. Inhale her sweet scent.

“Jesus, baby, you smell good.”

I drag my nose across her cleavage, and craving a taste of her, I tug down the front of her dress and circle my tongue over her nipple before I take the little bud in my mouth.

“Maddox, oh, God. More. Please, I need more.”

What she wants, I’ll give. I cup her other breast. Pinch and tweak her nipple. Slip my other hand under her dress. The dress is tight. There’s not much wiggle room. Time to change that. With both hands, I tear up the side of her dress. The flimsy strips break off along the edge, and the dress falls open in the front.

I narrow my eyes. “You’re not wearing a bra or panties.”

Eyes hooded and lips parted, she whispers a breathy, “Guilty.”

Fuck. Fuck.

I cup her tiny waist. Feast on her round, perky breasts with my eyes. Take in all of her from her flat stomach to her smooth mound. All mine.

“You’re mine.”

“Then take what you want, Maddox.” Defiant tip of her chin.

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