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Now here I fucking was, ready to tear the head from the next man who decided to look at her for more than a few seconds.

I wanted her with every fiber of my being. She haunted me day and night, and doing the right thing, no longer appealed in the slightest.

No other woman would do.

I’d never comprehend how an inexperienced virgin had twisted my mind to this degree. But the idea of anyone else ever acquiring even the slightest taste of her gave me a vision of ripping a man’s head off.

I craved to push her into a corner, run my hand up the long slit over her leg, and then destroy that sweet pussy until she gave me those beautiful tears of hers.

She’d gotten into my blood, and I wanted to consume her thoughts in the same way she’d invaded mine.

At that very moment, her attention shifted from her sister, Eva. She scanned the periphery of the area and then moved up until her gaze connected with mine.

Her mouth parted for the briefest of seconds, and a slight flush crept up her cheeks.

My cock grew hard and painful with the lust staring directly at me. The visceral draw we shared almost seemed like a living, breathing thing.

Physically, I wanted her to a painful level, but there was this need to protect her, cherish her, keep her.

She reached to grab a drink from a passing server, downed the contents in the tumbler, and then licked her lips.

Continuing to hold my gaze, she set the glass on a nearby table. She smirked before mouthing, “refreshing water,” and turned her back to me.

Even now, she played the brat.

I couldn’t help but smile. Never had a woman gotten me to find humor in the things that would have annoyed me with anyone else. That flirty defiance made me want to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t end you for the shit you stirred up for Sophia?” Lucian strolled up along the balcony adjacent to me, annoyance etched all over his face.

“I’m staying away from her as you wanted. What the hell have I done now?”

“Did you or did you not do a piss-poor job of handling Randolph?”

“I handled him. He won’t mess with Sophia or anyone.”

“Just because you made him piss his pants doesn’t mean he listened.”

Sliding my hand in my pocket, I adjusted my stance to face him. “How the fuck do you know that happened?”

“His circle of friends isn’t as loyal when it comes to keeping embarrassing information quiet. Hence, the reason he retaliated against Sophia for your sloppy work.”

Slow anger boiled inside me. “What did that piece of shit do to Sophia?”

“Even people who like solitude check the news for things other than business once in a while. Why don’t you check the latest highlights on my sister? Then you’ll know.”

I pulled out my phone and typed Sophia’s name into the search engine. My hands shook as I scrolled through an almost unending list of articles discussing Sophia, her friends, and links to alleged illicit relationships with designers, agents, and executives.

“This is all bullshit.” I couldn’t hide the rage in my voice.

That fucker thought I was kidding when I issued my threat. He had no idea the type of hell he’d just opened up for himself and his entire family.

Then again, maybe Lucian had done the job for me, and my plans to fuck up Randolph’s life weren’t necessary.

I looked up at Lucian. “Tell me you took care of him.”

“No. I haven’t touched him.”

“Why the fuck not?”

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