Page 45 of The Final Contract
Killian doesn’t move. Doesn’t chase her.
But his head turns, eyes tracking her, a smirk tugging at his mouth that says, maybe I will.
Finn appears at Killian’s side. I can’t tell if he’s delivering a message or if Killian is. Their mouths move low, tight. Finn nods, and then Killian pats his arm once before walking off—straight in the same direction Candi just disappeared.
Finn’s hand goes to his earpiece. Within a minute, two Ledger guards are planted at the bar like little watchdogs.
Heat scorches my chest. He just… left me. Dumped me to security detail while he went for a quick fuck in a club bathroom?
Fuck him.
One song passes.
Barrett pulls two glasses of water from a passing tray for us, and my eyes scan the doorways as I sip through the straw.
He takes our glasses, giving them to another waiter, and pulls me back into him.
I press my ass against Barrett, grinding deliberately until I feel the hard ridge of his erection. My gaze cuts between us, a pointed callout without a single word. He grins like the devil himself.
“How far is your place from here?” I ask.
His smile spreads, slow and sinful. “About fifteen minutes.”
His hands roam, bolder now, grabbing a cheek and pulling me flush against him.
“Want to get out of here?”
“With you?” He takes my chin between his fingers, tilting my face up, his eyes dark. “Anywhere.”
Then his mouth is on mine—warm, open, teasing with tongue until I accept it. He goes deeper, hungrier, arms wrappingaround me as he devours every inch of my mouth like he’s starving.
But it’s just… nice. It’s not fire and brimstone. There is no tension making me feel like I’ll suffocate without him.
But still, this is what I’m looking for, right? Nice. Comfort. Something steady. And Barrett is steady. He could be a good choice.
“Let’s go,” I whisper against his lips.
He doesn’t hesitate. Just takes my hand and leads me out.
The guards fall in step immediately, and one clears his throat. “Miss Wylde?—?”
“I know.” I cut him off, sharp. “Get the car and follow behind us.”
Barrett’s car is already rolling up to valet, sleek and gleaming under the lights. He opens the door, helping me inside like the perfect gentleman.
The guards look dumbfounded, frozen for half a beat. But they’ll follow. They’ll call it in.
They’ll tell a certain Irishman that I left.
And I know he’s going to be livid.
Awoman like Candi? She’s a fucking joke for a man like me.
She thinks she wants it hard. Thinks she knows rough. She doesn’t. What she really wants is some guy who eats her out for a few minutes, tugs her hair a little while he fucks her, then pats her on the ass and tells her she’s wild.
A man like me? I’d run through her in seconds and feel nothing. Like starving for days and settling for crumbs. Doesn’t touch the hunger. Doesn’t satisfy a damn thing.
But Seraphina doesn’t need to know that.
