Page 25 of Voracious

Barry frowns. “What? Why?”

“Please go.”He’ll kill you too, and you have a baby on the way.“Please.”

“Tell me what happened to Emmerson first.”

I move past him, and he catches my arm again. “Stacey.”

“If he sees you—”

“Problem here?”

My heart sinks into the ground at the sound of Christopher’s voice.

“Want to tell me why you’re manhandling my girlfriend?”

Barry looks between the two of us, his brow furrowing. “Girlfriend…”

I gulp, averting my eyes to the ground as Chris grips my hip and pulls me to him.

“Yes. Girlfriend. I’ll ask again. Is there a problem?”

Barry steps back, eyeing Chris. But when he sees my wide eyes, he shoves his hands into his pockets. “Not at all. My little sister goes to this studio, and I was asking Stacey here where she was.”

“Go ask someone else.” His voice drips with the threat, and I cringe inwardly.

Barry stares at Chris, a smile playing on his mouth. “I didn’t catch your name?”

“The only thing you’ll be catching is my fist across your face if you don’t fuck off away from my girl.”

The air around us seems to vanish, and I try to tell Barry silently to back off, that this isn’t a fight he needs – nor one he can win.

He retreats a few steps before turning his back, walking across the street and down a side street.

As soon as he’s out of view, Chris shakes his head and glares at me. “Who was he?”

I shrug. “His sister must be in the—”

“You’re about to lie to me again. He works with those bodyguards of Kade’s, doesn’t he?”

I stay silent – he already knows.

Chris drives me home, and I can tell he’s irritated with me. Usually, he’d grab my hand or grip my thigh, but he keeps both hands firmly on the steering wheel, driving faster and rougher than usual.

He doesn’t even smile at me when I walk down the stairs with the dress on.

Not that I want a smile – but I know my night is most likely about to become one of the worst of my life.

Chris orders me to stand by the door then lifts his phone to take a picture of me. I raise a brow, and he smirks through his annoyance. “You look pretty. It’s a shame you’re going to resemble a fucked whore by the end of the night.”

I pause, wide eyes on his. “What does that mean?”

“It means it’s time for your punishment. Did you think I was going to let you off with everything? My friends have been waiting for years to have a shot of you again.”

My breathing suddenly grows heavy, and my eyes sting. “For someone who doesn’t like me being with others, you don’t mind sharing me. You contradict yourself.”

“Use that tone with me again and I’ll bend you over. I’m being patient with you, Stacey, and I’m waiting until you willingly give yourself up to me, but I can revoke that at any point. I won’t hesitate to stuff you with my cum until you’re carryingmychild and not some other loser’s.”

God, I hate him so much. “I’d rather die.”

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