Page 73 of Torment

The son of a bitch was jealous.

Colton moved to reach for her, but Rex pulled her away from the wall, not letting go. “Hold on. I think I’d like Miss…?” He looked at her questioningly.

Scarlet lifted a brow. “Does it matter? You don’t look like the kind of man who cares aboutformalities.”

He grinned. “Oh, I like you.”

Scarlet cocked her head to the side. “Pity.”

“Her name is Scarlet Woods,” Colton said as he stepped closer. The way Colton glanced at her with warning, she got the feeling he didn’t want herplayingwith Rex.

Rex smiled, showcasing his dimples. “I think I’d like Miss Woods here to join us for dinner.” He glanced down at her body, his gaze pausing for a breath too long at her breasts, before turning to Brent. “I’m in the mood for a little entertainment, aren’t you?”

When Scarlet looked at Colton and saw the horrified expression on his face, she knew Rex didn’t want her to join them for dinner as a guest. She was the entertainment.

Shit.

Scarlet abruptly jerked her shoulders out of his grip and tried to make a run for it, only to feel two arms encircle her waist and lift her feet off the ground.

“Now, now, Miss Woods,” Rex crooned as he pressed her back against his chest and spun her around to face Brent. “Hasn’t your master here taught you any manners? It’s not nice to try to run from the king.”

Brent launched forward, anger burning in his eyes like black holes of hell, and slapped her across the cheek. “I will not tolerate any kind of disrespect from you anymore. You do as you’re told and you keep your filthy mouth shut, do you understand me?”

Scarlet’s face jerked to the side, and she licked her lip, tasting blood in the corner of her mouth. When she looked back at Brent, all she saw was hate. So much fucking hate that she wanted to see him burn, to watch as the skin melted off his bones, his screams filling her ears like a damn melody.

Brent leaned closer. “What do you say?” he bit out between clenched teeth.

Scarlet glanced at Colton, and he nodded, his eyes filled with worry.

“Yes,” she answered softly.

“Yes, what?”

She knew what he wanted her to say. The problem was, there was no way in hell she would say it. She’d rather have them rip her tongue out.

She faced him again. “Yes, I understand, youfucking psycho!”

Brent’s face went every shade of red, his eyes dark pits of black when he reached for her throat. But Rex jerked her to the side, pulling her away from Brent’s reach, and she heard him snicker.

“Now, now. Let’s keep the fun for later. The evening is still young.”

By the tone of his voice he was clearly very fucking amused—and that pissed her off even more.

“Let go of me.” Scarlet tried to jerk free, but he just tightened his arms around her waist, lifted her off the ground, and carried her up the stairs while she continued to thrash against his hold.

When they came to the top of the stairs and onto the porch, he put her down, still not loosening his hold around her. He placed his lips against her ear and whispered, “Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to be so much fun?”

“I bet it’s the tits, isn’t it?” she scoffed over her shoulder.

He leaned forward and looked over her shoulder, down at her cleavage. “Hmm, they do look very inviting.”

“I don’t think Brent is the sharing type.”

“Do you really think I care if he’s the sharing type or not?”

“No. But I should warn you, I don’t fight fair.”

He pulled her tighter against his hard chest, his warm breath moving across her cheek. “Oh, I’m counting on that, sweetheart.”

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