Page 98 of Colton
There’s no turning back now.
I smirk, knowing this is exactly what I want. Fuck your Prince Charming on a white horse, I want the monster with a black rose dripping blood from his teeth.
I know he’s watching.
I can feel his eyes on me, that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. It’s a sensation I’ve come to crave, a dark thrill that sets my body alight.
I walk down the street, my heels clicking on the asphalt as I swing my hips. Letting him know I mean business. I’m wearing a short, tight dress with a long blazer over to keep me from getting cold. I’ve bypassed the underwear, and if he was watching me get ready, he’ll know that.
My heart thumps in my chest as I approach the bar, tugging open the door before striding inside. I have zero issues walking into a bar alone, but I know I’mnotalone. He’s watching me, guaranteed. I make my way to the bar, slipping my blazer off as the few men in the bar look my way.
I smile, focusing on the bartender as I cross my legs, my dress hitching up my thigh as I do. He smiles, and I feel nothing. He’s cute, I guess, but this girl doesn’t do cute. He’s got a neck tattoo, though, so that makes him a little edgy, right? He’s got a nice body, but it’s nothing compared to Colton’s.
My cheeks flame, and I bite my lip, praying Colton doesn’t see. He always had a thing about me biting my lip. I want to tease him, not send him into a rage.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks, placing a beer mat before me.
“Martini, please.” I smile widely and throw my hair over my shoulder, gazing at him.
“Are you new around here?” he asks, right on cue, watching me as he makes my drink.
“I guess I am,” I reply with a flutter of my lashes.
“Welcome to town…” He lifts a brow at me, and I laugh, deep and throaty. Enough to tell this guy I’m interested.
Sorry, bartender man, I’m really not.
A challenge. A taunt. I know what this will do to him. I know the effect it will have.
He places my drink in front of me, and I reach into my bag to grab my purse when a hand stops me. The air shifts, suddenly dark and heavy.
My ears ring when I follow the hand to the forearm, and a shiver zips through me. My pulse races when another hand throws a bill in the bartender’s direction, a growl escaping the owner’s lips.
“I’m also new in town.”
I can’t breathe. I thought he would take longer to get here, but no, here he is, Colton fucking Blackwood in all his glory. I allow my gaze to sweep up his muscular arms, taking in the tight black shirt he’s wearing. The sleeves are roughly pushed up, and every vein on his body seems to pop in fury. But then my breath hitches as my eyes slide over his strong jawline, the way he’s clenching it so hard, it looks like it might break, to his steely grey eyes that swirl with the darkness that exudes from his very pores. He’s frightening, terrifying, and I swallow, wondering if I’ve made a terrible mistake. His dark curls frame his face as he glares at the bartender who hurries away to serve someone else, before he turns to me.
“What the fuck was that?” he speaks through gritted teeth, and it’s like no one else exists.
“Hello to you too,” I say sweetly, trembling as I reach for my drink. I sip it slowly, my eyes locked on him the entire time. “I’m just trying to move on.”
He’s indescribably beautiful when he’s angry. The vein in his temple throbs so hard, he winces, moving closer to me so he can growl, “Move on? From me, Luella? You know that’s never going to happen.”
My black heart sings at his words, and I can’t help the smile that curves on my lips as I respond, “Really? I thought you had forgotten all about me.”
Colton’s hand grips my arm, pulling me out of my seat, his possessiveness flaring in his eyes. I barely have time to flash a reassuring smile at the panic-stricken bartender before he dragsme out of the bar and into the night, the tension between us electric.
He doesn’t speak to me as he drags me along after him, and all I can do is salivate at the state of his back in that fucking shirt, my pussy weeping at the thought of seeing him naked.
I need more than therapy. I’m thriving on fucking fear here!
I try to keep up with him, but I continue stumbling, cursing as my knee crashes into the railing near my apartment. He stops, and I slam into him, letting out a little surprised squeak when he swoops down and pulls me into his arms.
Fucking swoon.
“You can’t even walk in those fucking things,” he mutters, making his way to my apartment. Of course, he knows where he’s going.
I glance down at my heels and shrug. “They look pretty.”
