Page 3 of Tainted Blood

My eyes scan the VIP section, and that’s when I see a man in a suit walking up there. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest. God, I hope it’s not one of my father’s associates. I don’t want my two lives to cross paths. It took me by surprise when he offered to buy me a night out for my birthday. I already have everything else, so he said, “Sweetheart, you’re single and getting older. Don’t waste it. Go out, dance, meet someone.” To get him off my back, I agreed, so long as I could also invite my friends.

Marching up to the VIP section, I’m stunned because he’s definitely not in my father’s crew or I haven’t met him yet, but from his pure energy, I feel a shift in the lounge. Jacob moves around the insanely buff dude in the dark gray suit. “We’re sorry, Callie, but we have to split. Max got us kicked out.”

“Are you for real?” I gripe. My dad is going to be pissed when he finds out about it. I hope they didn’t destroy anything expensive that I can’t cover. This place is insanely exclusive, and I’d hate for my dad to be charged a hefty penny and then want answers. Even with my trepidation, I still can’t take my eyes off the guy’s back. I can almost see him grow taller, spine straightening as the words leave my mouth.

My aggravation and the alcohol fuel my irritation. “It’s my freaking birthday.” Can he feel my stare? He turns his head to the side and lifts his shoulder, giving his neck a little crack. It’s as if he’s trying to dispel tension in his body.

He turned around with a commanding presence. My body stills, staring at pure masculinity. The full but short beard is dark, like his hair, while his skin is just slightly tanned. Does he normally spend his time outside, or is that his natural color? It’s almost as olive as mine, but maybe a shade lighter. His eyes narrow, showing a few slight creases. He reminds me of a powerful, dominant hunter, and I swear he’s ready to make me his prey. His tongue peeks out from his mouth, and then he turns back to them.

He clears his throat. “Excuse me, but you can all leave. Exceptyou,” he orders while staring into my eyes.

His eyes are the same color as mine, if not a shade lighter, and contrasts with his medium-length black hair that’s slicked back. I love the shaved sides and slightly long top that goes just to the back of his head. It’s so sexy. The facial hair is another turn on. This man screams manly, authoritative, and imposing.

He leads me away from the group. His hands on me are like magic. I need more. I want more. For the first time in my life, I want to have sex. Maybe I just needed pure testosterone. No, that can’t be it because then I would have found some of my father’s men desirable. No, this rugged-looking man in a suit is the only one who can make me lose all inhibition.

And then Jacob has to do something stupid and pretend we were a couple. He’s a great-looking guy, but I made my sentiments known before. I’m taking his motivation for the fake relationship as a way to protect me because anything else is unacceptable to me. Still, it doesn’t matter because the man in the suit doesn’t care, and for some reason, neither do I.

The heat between us is almost too intense, causing me to struggle to catch my breath. Can you hyperventilate while your pussy soaks your panties? I believe the answer is yes.

Before I can process this magnetism, he takes my hand, forgetting about my friends, and leads me to the dance floor. God, this man is something out of a Marvel movie. His muscles cut through the suit jacket, rippling like a beast with every damn step. I watch his body move, and I’m mesmerized.

I follow his lead, hoping it ends with a night I’ll never forget.

Chapter Three

Ian

“They’re my ride,” she mutters, as if that makes a difference to me. It only serves to piss me off, knowing these fuck-offs had the pleasure of riding with her. These clowns were nothing but a bunch of college kids spending daddy’s money to get wasted and fucked. Worst of all, they wanted my girl in the mix. That shit wasn’t going to happen. I clenched my fists at my sides, doing my best to control myself because I wasn’t the kind to take their lip. Usually, I would have busted their heads already.

“She’s my girl, and she’s not going to leave me for a bouncer,” the one who was balls deep in another chick has the nerve to say to me. He’s got a death wish that I’d be more than happy to grant.

Smirking, I inch closer to the little punk and say, “So you cheated on her…on her birthday? She can do a lot better than a man who fucks her friend.” Callie gasps and stares at them, shaking her head.

I turn back to those assholes, who are standing still. “I thought I told you all to leave.” I take her hand and walk her out of the area.

I pull out my phone and call the real bouncers. “Empty the VIP area and make sure they never come in here again.” I end the call and turn to the extremely attractive woman on my arm, who nervously looks back to her friends. “Relax, beautiful. You and I are going to have a drink, and I’ll make sure you’re taken home safely.”

“Um…I don’t know you.” A blush creeps up her neck, and I want to lick the reddened fucking path, feeling the heat with my tongue.

“God, you’re a fucking dream. That voice could make me drop to my knees and surrender everything to you.” It pulls me in just as much as her looks do.

“That’s not necessary,” she says, shyness causing her to dip her chin.

“So that fucker is lying, or you’re not quite as innocent as I believed.”

“He’s lying, but also I’m tired of being innocent.” She bites down on the bottom corner of her lip.

I caress her cheek and then grasp her chin with my thumb and forefinger, drawing her attention to me. I need all of her attention, and I can’t explain why. It’s insane how intense I feel. Adrenaline runs through me. “Good. I’m the right man to turn you into a bad girl.”

I want to take her straight to a quiet place so I can strip her completely bare and fuck her until she’s coming on my cock, but I need her to trust me, or at least crave me as much as I want her. “Let’s dance and work off the alcohol.”

Leading her to the dance floor, I grip her waist, dancing to the music. When I drag her back to my chest, she starts grinding on my hips. “Be careful, little girl, or I’m going to take you upstairs and let you feel me without any clothes.” Callie’s small waist feels twice as small in my hands. She’s going to be speared on my cock. She turns her head and parts her lips, staring into my eyes, and I can’t stop myself.

I spin her around to face me, dip my head and taste her, claiming a kiss in the middle of the dance floor. Even though the music blares around us, I don’t hear any of it because my heart is beating in my ears.

“Fuck,” I groan as she pulls her lips away. I run my tongue and lips down her neck, nipping at her pulse. She tilts her head, giving me more room, and my fingers bite into her thighs.

“We have an audience,” she whispers, gently pulling away from me.

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