Page 67 of Red Fury
“That’s not necessary,” she says, pushing Fury down into his chair. Before anyone can react, she plunks herself directly onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“That’s better.” She nuzzles against his neck. “I’m not too heavy, am I?” She giggles.
Fury doesn’t answer. His gaze is still on me. He’s still pissed.
Fury can go fuck himself. Screw him. Better yet, that redhead can do it. She can have him!
Roman sits in the chair next to me, draping his arm along the back in a way that brings him closer to my personal space. He leans in close enough that I can feel his breath against my ear.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, and I realize he must have picked up on my tension.
I turn to look at him, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”
For the next several minutes, we make small talk while I try not to watch Bella’s shameless flirtation with Fury. She’s running her fingers through his hair, whispering things in his ear, pressing her breasts against his chest every chance she gets.
And Fury? He just sits there. He doesn’t encourage her, but he doesn’t stop her, either. He just sits there like a fucking statue while she drapes herself all over him like a second skin.
Until I can’t take it anymore.
“You know what?” I say, standing abruptly and managing to pull off what I hope looks like an easy smile. “I think I’m going to go dance. The music is incredible.”
“Claire, wait—” Fury says.
“Claire—” Roman says, too, and almost at the same time.
But I’m already walking away, my blood boiling with emotions I refuse to name. If I don’t get away from this table right now, I’m going to accidentally kill Bella.
And what a stupid name that is, anyway.
I stride toward the dance floor. I need to move and get my mind off what’s going on at the table. Off him!
I need space. I need air. I need to get away from the sight of another woman’s hands all over the man who…
I picture his head buried between my legs and recall the epic orgasm that followed.
No!
I’m not going there. Fury means nothing to me. Less than nothing.
So why does watching him with someone else make me feel this way?
Why?
I hate it.
I want it to stop.
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Both Kozlov and I call after Shadow as she walks away.
I look over at the male. He narrows his eyes when they lock with mine. For a few seconds, we just stare at one another.
Then the asshole stands and follows her. My jaw clenches as I watch him track her like she’s prey he’s been hunting.
I want to go after them, but I can’t…I shouldn’t. Even if I wanted to, I can’t with Bella on my lap.
