Page 79 of Sinful Desires
Some wounds didn’t close. They just rotted slower.
She laughed, her fingertips brushing my arm. “Good thing you’re here then.”
I didn’t laugh back. My eyes were somewhere else. On the prick who thought her hips were his to touch.
His hands slid lower, cocky, careless?—
Fuck it.
The crowd peeled away before me, whether from instinct or fear.
Three strides. That’s all it took. One hard punch to his face.
He scrambled to his knees, mouth already opening to spit whatever bullshit excuse he thought might save him. One look at me, and the lights behind his eyes just?…?switched off.
“What the fuck, LeRoy? That’s?—”
“This man wassecondsaway from hurting you, Miss Harper.”
She squinted at me like I’d grown a second head. “Hurting me with what? Anorgasm?”
A fire sparked in my chest, hot and fast, burning everything in its path.
An orgasm?
She knelt to help the bastard up, brushed off his shirt, then had the fucking nerve to glare at me while she did it.
“So sorry, Jonathan,” she said sweetly, all venom under honey. “My bodyguard confused you with someone else. Wait for me by the bar. I’ll be there in a sec.”
He nodded without meeting my eyes, whispering something pathetic before slipping away. She turned, shot me a look thatcould’ve slit skin, and walked toward the VIP suite staircase. I followed.
She climbed a few steps, then stopped when she realized I wasn’t letting up. I stayed at the bottom, close. My frame caged her in without touching her. She turned.
Now we were eye to eye.
“I’m leaving with him tonight. So, stop whatever the hell you think you’re doing.”She leaned in, her breath hot with vodka. “I’ve been averygood girl for almost a year now. One night. That’s all I’m asking. One fucking night off. So back.Off.”
I crossed my arms to stop myself from grabbing her, from throwing her over my shoulder and leaving that shitty place.
“No.”
Her brow shot up. “No?”
“You heard me.”
She laughed, low and dirty. “I don’t take orders, soldier. Thought I made that clear.”
I climbed one step. Then another. “Don’t test me.”
She tilted her head. “Oh, I get it now. You won’t touch me, but the second someone else breathes in my direction, you turn rabid? That’s cute. Pathetic, but cute.”
Her finger dragged down my cheek and slid to my throat, her nail pressing in.
I didn’t flinch, even when I felt the sting and the first lick of blood. She looked at me like she wanted to carve her name into my neck. Maybe she already had.
Then her fingers curled around my throat tight. “Tell me, soldier. How the fuck is that fair?”
It was fucking simple. Mine, ornothing.
