Page 82 of The Hallows Queen

Only a moment passes, then a hand is curling up the back of my dress and grabbing my ass. I swing my arm out, going on defense immediately, and Hayden’s laughter fills my ear.

“Relax, P,” he growls harshly, using his free hand to pin my arm at my side.

I release the breath I’m holding, turning my gaze up at him. His dark eyes are dilated as he stares down at me, and even in the dark atmosphere, I can see stubble lining his chiseled jaw.

“I thought I was supposed to come and find you,” I muse, my lips twisting into a playful grin. “Is someone desperate?”

He squeezes my ass hard, making me squeal, then licks my ear. “Always.”

A moan escapes from between my lips, loving the breathlessness of his voice. I grab his jaw in my hand, turning his head so he’s looking at me. “You wanna buy me a drink, handsome?”

The white tee he’s wearing hugs the shape of his chest, and tattoos climb up from under the hem to cover his neck. He turns, holding a finger up at the little blonde chick behind the bar to get her attention.

When she approaches us, he lets go of me and turns his body to face her, leaning into the bar.

“How are you, Hayden?”

I narrow my eyes at her, and he smiles. “Great. Two beers please?”

I know he’s hooked up with her before, because he told me so, and the image of them together makes me want to claw her eyes out.

I run my tongue over my teeth, watching the exchange between them, and a possessive envy rushes over me in heat waves. As the bartender steps away, I move closer to him, putting my mouth to his ear. “Keep being fucking friendly and see what I do.”

His chest shakes with a laugh, and his arm goes around my waist as he turns to look at me. “Keep being like that and I’ll really give you something to be jealous of.”

I grab his throat, then run my fingernails down the column, making him hiss. “Don’t ruin the night already.”

He snatches my hand and pulls it from his skin, leaning in to whisper his next words to me. “We’ve been here two minutes and you’re already being a jealous bitch,” His eyes find mine and anger curls around my spine. “Youdon’t fucking ruin the night already.”

I shake him off. “Fuck you.”

The bartender has placed our beers down on the bar, but she might as well be invisible. I start to walk away, and Hayden chases after me and pulls me back into him. “Is that what you need? You need me to fuck you until you’re done being a bitch?”

“Stop.” I grind out my words, gritting my jaw. “Fucking. Calling. Me. That.”

He smiles maliciously, leaning in to speak against my mouth. “Bitch.”

I use both hands to push his chest, and he moves about a foot back and stares at me. Chuckling, he rubs his jaw with his tattooed hand, then narrows his gaze at me. “Let’s go.”

I shake my head, stepping back. “I’m not going anywhere with you, dickhead.”

Laughing again, he rushes me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me behind him through the club. I grit my teeth so hard that they hurt, but don’t fight him. No one around us even notices we’re in the middle of a fight, nor do they see that he’s dragging me behind him like a child throwing a tantrum.

Hayden drags me all the way to the storage closet and pushes the door open. Then he’s flipping on the lights, and pulling me in behind him, slamming the door. My chest is heaving as we stare at each other, and before I can say what’s on my mind, he’s rushing me again, turning me around and pressing me against the door from behind.

My face meets the cold wood, and a smile pulls up my lips.

“Is this what my baby needs?” he groans, lifting my dress and ripping my panties off, tossing the shreds of lace to the ground. “She needs me to fuck her into being nice?”

“Fuck you,” I bite out, still smiling.

He kicks my legs apart, and I moan at what I know is coming. I hear him unbutton his pants and drop the zipper, then he’s sliding his cock through my heat and plunging inside me. I cry out, scraping my nails against the flat surface of the door as pleasure waves over my body from head to toe.

“Oh yeah,” he groans, wrapping a hand into my hair and pulling my head back. “So fucking wet. Just needed daddy to make you feel better, huh, Spitfire?”

I moan, meeting his thrusts with backwards ones of my own. “Hayden.”

He bucks against me, his dick stroking me from the inside as he kisses along the side of my throat. “Tell me how much you fucking love me, baby. How much you need me.”

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