Page 45 of Vicious Intentions

“I have my reasons. What in the hell am I supposed to do about Brett?”

“Fire him,” I told her casually as I headed in her direction.

Her eyes flashed with venom and ice, a dangerously sensual combination. “I would if my record company hadn’t hired him.”

“Ah, yes. You sold your soul when you were young and for nothing but a chance at stardom.”

“I’m sorry. Is there a reason I should bother talking to you other than your arrogance and determination to ruin my evening?”

The fire buried deep within her core was explosive. Visions of stripping off her clothes, fucking her against the wall powered into my mind. I couldn’t remember the last time a single woman had challenged me so openly. Most were terrified of what I would do. It was also obvious she had no clue who I was.

I backed her against the wall, planting my hands on either side of her. I was several inches taller, outweighed her by well over a hundred pounds, yet she wasn’t intimidated. She was aroused, her nipples clearly accentuated through the thin material of her silk blouse.

“The only reason that’s necessary. Hunger.”

“I beg your pardon?” She pushed herself as tightly against the wall as possible, but the way her breath hitched meant she remained completely aroused.

“You heard me, little pet.”

She narrowed her eyes, glancing away. I couldn’t tell if she was offended by my words of endearment or furious. Not that I cared. She wasn’t a delicate flower by any means, which excited me, more so at the thought of taming her.

Breaking her.

I exhaled, allowing the heated breath to cascade across her jaw. Her lips quivered, her eyelids half open. I lowered my head while she tilted hers, our lips almost touching. There was a sense of longing that awakened the man inside, allowing me to feel something for the first time in years. However, even a single taste was dangerous.

I backed away, doing what I could to curtail my hunger. The last thing I needed was to get involved with the princess of rock. There were far too many stragglers of business that needed my constant attention. That included having additional guards stationed at both the resort and my estate given the assassination attempt Hunter had dealt with.

I refused to be caught with my pants down the way my buddy had. If The Iceman wanted to make another attempt, it would be the last one he made.

“I do hope you can regroup a part of your evening, beautiful Rose. Until we meet again.” As I walked away, a woman was rushing towards Rose, concern on her aging face. I’d sensed she’d stiffened when she realized who I’d been talking with.

Now I had the lust for violence. If I couldn’t satisfy my body’s hungers, I would satiate my mind’s.

The poor asshole who’d dared put his pregnant wife in the hospital would beg to die tonight.

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Rose

I had to be in some bubble-like fantasy. Two of the hottest looking men in the country were sharing the same space. I brushed my fingers across my lips, wishing I’d taken a leap of faith and kissed him. Then there was the hunk from before, his desire evident by the delicious, huge cock between his muscular thighs.

Whew. I needed to curtail my filthy thoughts. I’d made the mistake of hooking up once with a guy I didn’t know on tour. It was my biggest regret and had almost turned into a public relations nightmare. Never again.

But a girl could dream.

I’d taken out my anger and years of frustration about Brett and his ‘handling’ of me on a stranger. Granted, the gorgeous hunk of a man had an attitude that I was surprised fit in the building, but he didn’t deserve the venom that had splattered from my mouth. Maybe I was tired, needing a vacation as I’d been told at least once by everyone I knew.

I couldn’t relax yet. There were far too many award ceremonies, and a few stops on our tour in Europe. After that, I’d take a solid two months off and be by myself.

Alone.

The thought left me feeling cold and achy inside.

Jillian bustled towards me, her face beet red. The woman needed to take a break every now and then herself. As my assistant, makeup guru, and wardrobe challenger, she’d become a godsend. However, she never left me alone for very long.

Shaking my head, I snorted as I looked at Brett still passed out on the carpet. I’d been shocked at the stranger’s reaction, although I had to admit that I was enthralled he’d use such Herculean methods to save me. That wasn’t something I was used to.

“Are you completely out of your mind?” Jillian’s assault with words left nothing to the imagination.

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