Page 12 of Creed

Chapter 4

Creed

This girl… woman… angelwill be my undoing, but I have no intention of walking away.

I don’t want just to win her. I want toconquerher.

Every.

Inch.

I want every breath of hers to be my own. I want every beat of her heart to be because of me. I want her writhing and screaming underneath me, all her angelic sweetness falling away and her coming undone to unleash the siren I sense hidden deep within.

In the pub, she keeps close to my side, which pleases me immensely. I want to leave. Not only so I could get my handsand lips on her, but to get away from the brazen eye-fucking I’m getting from the women practically grinding on Andro’s legs.

I also want to get Sophie—she has no idea I know her real name, but I’m happy to play her little game for tonight—away from the openly appraising looks men are giving her. I want to beat them all to a pulp and roar ‘mine’ like a goddamn caveman.

Even though the pub’s owner knows who I am and will give her anything she wants, Sophie sips on the half club-half ginger ale with lime while I finish my bourbon.

Andro smirks at me and inclines his chin toward the door. “Have fun. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Typically, we never leave the other alone for too long while out. Even though I walk in the legitimate parts of our world, our enemies are never far away. He guesses my hesitation. “I texted Guido. He’s on his way and should be here any minute.”

Andro slides away from the two women, stands besides Sophie’s chair, and pulls her to stand. I swallow my growl as he leans down and kisses both of her cheeks. The pecks are innocent, but they still make me grind my teeth, every muscle in my body poised to pounce.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Minnie. I hope to see you sometime again soon.”

Sophie stiffens slightly at Andro’s comment, and once I place my hand on her lower back, she eases under my touch.

I splay my hand wider to have more contact with her body, then lean down to her ear. I want to bite the tender lobe but resist the urge. However, a shiver runs down her spine when she feels my breath on her neck, and goosebumps rise.

“Ready to go, angel?”

She doesn’t look at me, but her throat bobs as she swallows and nods.

I lean in closer, my lips as close to her ear as possible without touching her skin. “Good girl,” I say, testing the phrase on her. By the sharp intake of her breath and biting her bottom lip, she quite likes that phrase.

I’m not a dominant per se, or practice the lifestyle; however, I have tendencies. Just like I’m hazarding a guess that Sophie isn’t a submissive per se; however, based on her reactions, she leans that way.

Nodding at Andro, who is smiling smugly, I wrap my arm around Sophie’s waist. She fits perfectly at my side and into my body like a missing piece.

More than one bastard eyes her up and down, but when they see my murderous scowl, they all quickly look away. She hesitates once when leave the pub and are on the sidewalk. I almost call her Sophie when I turn to ask her what is wrong.

She chews her bottom lip. “I should just go home.”

Hell no.

“Is that what you want, angel?” I ask instead. “You said you’d trust me.”

“I’m sure those are famous last words before stupid women like me get murdered,” she bites out.

She doesn’t do this often.

And that pleases me to no end, that she doesn’t regularly go home with men.

“What would make you feel better? Do you want my name?”

“No,” she says quickly, and it surprises me again, like the first time she cut me off when I was going to introduce myself.

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