Page 62 of Beautiful Beast

Adam rolls his eyes, but he’s also biting back a grin. “I don’t even know what you’re saying half the time. But that’s okay, I have a pretty solid way of keeping you quiet.”

I can still feel the shape of his cock in my mouth, and the way that his big, powerful body quivered under my touch.

“I’m so down.”

“Are you drunk?” Adam asks.

“No.”

“Okay. I’m somewhat less worried. Still. There’s a car waiting for you out front.”

“I didn’t tell you where I was.”

“There’s a sign behind the bar where you’re standing.”

It’s getting way too close to midnight, and I’m beyond ready to go to bed. Even though I get caught up in the “just one more chapter” debacle almost every night, it’s different being awake and out of the house versus snuggling in my bed with my Buster boy and a captivating book.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone? I’m Kevin.”

The unwelcome voice is coming from a big, burly dude standing in front of me with a beer in his hand.

“I’m not alone.”

He looks around. “I don’t see anyone.”

“My friends are here. I’m going back to our table.”

“I’m sure we have time for one dance,” he slurs, his eyes glassy and unfocused. “You’re such a fucking dime.”

Before I can reply, he reaches for me. And not my hand either – my ass.

“Don’t touch me,” I snap.

But he doesn’t listen. He pulls me toward him, his hand hot and sweaty on my skin. He’s so rough that I nearly drop the phone.

“Hey! Stop it!” I scream, but it’s so loud in the club that it’s barely distinguishable over the other noises.

Adam’s voice is saying something, but I can’t make him out. I grip the phone harder and bring the screen higher so the jerk can see it, still trying to twist out of his grip.

“Maybe you’re having a hard time understanding that the lady said no. Let me help you out. Get your fucking hands off her right now,” Adam barks. “I will break every bone in your body without a single ounce of remorse.”

Adam’s wearing bespoke clothes that can’t contain him and his presence. His neck tattoos are visible, and he’s so big and jacked that just looking at him warns people of danger.

But the effect is a lot more menacing in person.

The guy laughs. “Dude, you’re on a phone screen. You shouldn’t have left her unattended. So, fuck off. This sexy girl and I can dance a whole bunch of times before you get here and try to start anything with me.”

I don’t mention the fact that Adam is actually in Hong Kong and the statement is very true. He’s way too far away to save me from a handsy bastard.

The music is so loud that it reverberates inside my chest, and people are busy dancing, flirting, kissing, and trying to move through the club to get wherever they’re going.

No one cares that Kevin is holding me so hard that bruises will be left on my skin. He’s trying to grab the phone from me when a big hand snaps between us and squeezes Kevin’s wrist so hard that the image of bones crunching pops into my head.

“ButI’mhere, motherfucker.”

I twist around and find a man that I don’t recognize and who doesn’t fit into this environment. He looks military and is dressed casually with the same “don’t fuck with me stare” that Adam always wears.

“Who the hell are you?” Kevin asks, still not releasing his other hand from my ass.

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