Page 50 of The Revenge You Seek
"Anything."
"Dance with my girl. She's got a hella crush on the two of you. Don't tell her I told you that bit though."
He nods at me while laughing and I wave her over.
She shakes her head, and I get my first glimpse of shy Ella. It's pretty endearing to see.
"Come on," I mouth to her and finally she pushes from the wall she's leaning against and makes her way through the crowd.
"El, you know Leon, right?" Her cheeks turn beet red as she glances at him. "Dance with us," I say, pulling her into my side.
One song moves into another and another and finally, I manage to break away, making an excuse about needing the bathroom.
I back away watching Luca with his girl and Leon with Ella and I smile seeing them enjoying themselves.
I'm almost at the edge of the dance floor when a strong arm clamps around my waist and I'm hauled back into a hard body.
"I didn't think they were going to let you out of their clutches, Princess."
A violent shiver races down my spine as the deep, husky voice settles in my vodka influenced brain.
Oh fuck.
My body freezes as he tries to move to the music.
"What's wrong? You'll dance with them like a little slut but not me?"
"Get away from me, Kane." I fight to pull away from him, but his grip is too hard.
I should stamp on his foot with my heel, elbow him in the ribs, anything to cause him pain but I don't want to cause a scene.
If Luca and Leon learned that he was here… I shake my head, no. I can't let that happen.
"Fight me and I'll show everyone in this room exactly what you are, Princess," he warns in my ear. "I bet you're already wet for me and I haven’t so much as touched you yet."
"Fuck you, Kane. You don't know a fucking thing about me."
"Oh, I know plenty, Princess. And what I don't know, you can be damn fucking sure that I'm going to get it out of you."
"Let me go."
I try to pull away again but he's having none of it.
"Move, Princess. Or I'll fuck you right here for everyone to see."
His free hand slides up the exposed skin of my thigh, only hesitating briefly as he meets the short hem of my dress.
"This dress is sinful, Princess. What do you say, dance or get fucked in public?"
Deciding to go with the lesser of the two evils, I roll my hips. His hand lifts but thankfully not under my dress, but instead, he wraps his fingers around my hip, his grip so hard that I've no doubt that he'll leave bruises. I wince, knowing just how boney I must feel since the last time he touched me, but I shove that concern down. I shouldn't give a shit what he thinks of me.
"That's it, Princess. Grind your ass against me just like you were against Dunn's cock."
I gasp. "I wasn't—"
"Don't try to play innocent. The entire room watched you with them. Did you want them to touch you? To fuck you?"
"No," I argue.
