Page 77 of Regret

Hunter shot up, the chair falling back with a loud thud, and he stormed toward them.

Those werehiships.Hisass.Hisbreasts. It washisfucking Scarlet, and he would be damned if he allowed any man to touch what was his.

That was right.His. Fucking his.

“Take your hands off her.” Hunter scowled at the guy with the scarred face, shaven head, and muscles to boot.

“Mind your own business, buddy.”

Hunter stepped closer, determined to beat the shit out of the asshole. “I said. Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Her.”

“Hunter, what are you doing?” Scarlet glared at him.

He glanced at her for a split second before returning his stare of death to the guy behind her, who still hadn’t removed his hands from Scarlet’s hips.

“Take your hands off her, or I will break them.”

“Hunter, you have no right—”

“Shut up, Scar.”

Scarlet stepped in front of him, blocking off the view he had of the big-ass motherfucker. “I don’t know what the hell you think you’re doing, but back off. This is my business.”

“Not when another guy has his hands all over you it’s not.”

Scarlet frowned and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

Big-ass motherfucker leaned over Scarlet’s shoulder. “You want me to take him outside, babe.”

“Babe?” Hunter pushed Scarlet out of the way and came face to face with the guy. “Walk away, asshole, or you’ll get your ass handed to you, along with your tiny little balls.”

“Okay, stop!” Scarlet wormed her way between them and placed her hands on Hunter’s chest, pushing him back, then turned to the guy. “I’m sorry. Maybe some other time.”

“Over my dead fucking body,” Hunter spat from behind her.

The guy’s stare darted from Scarlet to Hunter, and then back to Scarlet. “Fine, whatever, man. I don’t have time for a slut anyway.”

And then Hunter lost his shit.

With all the strength from hell, he launched forward, aiming for the big-ass motherfucker’s face before two arms grabbed his shoulders.

“Break it up, guys,” the bartender said. “We don’t tolerate this kind of shit in here. So unless you two start behaving, I suggest you call it a night.”

Hunter was shaking, the rage burning inside of him like the deepest pits of hell. He could feel his veins protruding from his arms, his fists clenched tight. He was ready to break that guy’s goddamn neck.

How the fuck did this happen? Since when did he act like a jealous boyfriend when it came to a woman? All possessive and shit.

“Hunter!” Scarlet yelled, and he spun around. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Me? What am I doing?” He pushed his finger hard against his chest, the rage still burning like an inferno inside his veins. “You were the one practically fucking that guy on the dance floor.”

“So what if I was? It’s got nothing to do with you. We slept together once. Once, Hunter. And you made it perfectly clear that it will not happen again.”

“Yeah. But you don’t have to go and fuck the first guy who shows the slightest bit of interest in you.” Just the thought of someone else claiming her had him feeling like his head wanted to explode.

“I can do whatever the hell I want. And if I want sex, I can have it with whoever the fuck I want.”

Hunter narrowed his eyes. “Is this what it’s about? You want sex?”

“What if it is? We both know you’re too much of a pussy to give it to me…again.”

He didn’t think. He didn’t even fully process what he was doing when he grabbed her arm and pulled her off the dance floor, dragging her toward the restroom—and he wasn’t gentle about it.He felt her falter a few times while he dragged her behind him, but he didn’t slow down.

“What the hell are you doing?”

He stopped in front of the men’s restroom and opened the door before pushing her inside, his gaze locking on hers. “I’m going to give you what you want. And I’m going to give it to you now.”

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