Page 79 of Perdition
“I am better than you—Frost is mine, which makes me the queen fucking bee of this club.”
“Oh hell no, you crazy bitch,” Emily growled, pushing away from Frost to step right up to Sarah. Sarah was younger than Em, but that was her only advantage—not that it would do any good now that Emily was pissed. “First of all, these women are a million times better than you will ever be—they’re loyal, beautiful, kind, and fucking sane! Second, you might think you’re queen of this club but I guarantee not a single brother would piss on you if you were on fire—and I’m the one who lit the match.”
Her eyes glimmered with blue flames, her cheeks were flushed with anger, and the way she was standing—hands on her hips, tits pushed out, legs planted slightly apart, like she was getting ready to kick some ass, made him harder than he ever remembered being.
Dear God, she was glorious when she was truly pissed.
A slow, knowing smile spread over his face, curling his lips.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. They love me, especially Frost—we’ve been fucking for months!”
Emily hissed, shaking her head. “Frost may be an asshole, but he isn’t a cheater.”
His gaze snapped to Em, his heart racing.
Did she believe that? Was she saying that just to make Sarah angry, or did she actually mean what she said?
Lord, please, let this be real.
Sarah leaned forward, practically pushing her nose into Emily’s chest, as Emily was several inches taller than Sarah.
“Nowyou’rejust being delusional—he and I have been fucking since I got here. How else would I know about the tattoo, the mole, and the scar on his dick?” Sarah squealed, crossing her arms like she’d just made a point.
Someone choked, and another someone muttered, “What the hell, dude? What tattoo?”
That was Redtube, who was particularly sensitive about tattoos, since he got the spot right over his dick tattooed with Val’s name. He wanted to be the only one with a dick tatt—it was a point ofpride, the moron.
“I have no idea how you know about those things, but I do know that Frost would never stick his dick anywhere near your diseased, stretched out holes,” Emily deadpanned, and Sarah gasped, acting all affronted and shit, like how dare anyone besmirch her purity, or some shit.
The woman was flat out crazy.
Again, Redtube spoke, this time his voice held nothing but scorn. “I can tell you how she knew about the scar and tattoo.”
Suddenly, Redtube slid up behind Em, peering down at Sarah over Em’s shoulder, making the smaller woman snap her mouth shut.
Yeah, she knew her reckoning was coming.
Fucking finally.
TWENTY-THREE
Still reeling from that kiss—ather own nerve to kiss her estranged husband and at the kiss itself, Em swallowed thickly, her body thrumming, pulsing, begging for more. She hadn’t kissed Mads in weeks, and she’d missed him fiercely. Kissing him again…was like coming home…starving. And she hadn’t wanted it to stop, had actually contemplated taking him home tonight to finish what she started, but then…she quickly remembered where they were, and who was there, and cold water doused her, leaving only a lingering heat in her face and a growing wetness in her panties.
She peered up at Mads, who was looking down at her, his light blue eyes burning with banked fire, his expression one of edgy desperation and inhuman self-control.
Hell yes, he’d been as affected by her daring kiss as she’d been.
Lord, she wanted to kiss him again…and again and again and again.
No shame in that—he is your husband…even though he forgot that for a while.
Mads was the only man she’d ever kissed; her lips had only ever touched his, and it was the same for him.
Despite all the uncertainty, lies, insecurities, and betrayals, she believed her husband, now, when he said he hadn’t touched Sarah. With any part of his body.
A voice called her out of her mental fog.
“I can tell you how she knew about the scar, mole, and tattoo,” Redtube drawled, menace in his voice as he came up behind her.
