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“Har,” she whines a little, and I smile against her flesh.

“What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“And I’m not letting you have it. I’m pretty sure this pussy is wet for another man,” I growl in her ear. Quickly, she spins around and grabs my face in her hands. She pushes herself up and presses her lips to mine, kissing me like I’ve never been kissed before.

Her tongue dips into my mouth, and I devour her. I nip at her lips and then pull back, staring up at me.

“Please,” she asks, but I shake my head. “Are you acting like War?”

“Does he deny you an orgasm?”

“No, but it sounds like something he’d do.”

“Go back to dancing, Arya.”

“Har. I can’t dance like this,” she whines as she tugs at my shirt. It’s a little amusing to hear her whining like she is.

“You’ll be okay, and tonight? Tonight I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Her lips part as she stares at me, but I just give her a little shove back into the crowd.

I walk away and head through the crowd and across to the bar. That’s where I settle in for a while.

Chapter 25

Arya

I’m having a blast tonight, and I didn’t think I would. I’m not usually into the whole nightclub scene, but this place is on fire.

I’m sweating my ass off, but I don’t care. The music is bumping, the beat blasting through me. I’m still a little pissed about what Harlon did to me, but after a few more drinks, I get over it.

I’m dancing when I feel someone come up behind me, but I’m too tipsy to care who it is. I’ve been dancing mainly with girls all night, so none of the guys get mad. Hands are on my hips, and I keep moving to the beat.

It takes seconds, literal seconds, for the hands to be ripped away from me. I spin around just in time to see War shoving the man away. I can see the anger and the rage in his eyes when he drags his gaze back to meet mine. Internally, I tremble. The guy he shoved walks away, but War’s eyes stay trained on mine.

He takes slow, deliberate steps toward me as my chest heaves. It’s almost as if I can’t get enough oxygen into my lungs. He’s sucking it all up and leaving me with nothing.

When he’s close enough that he can reach me, he cocks his head to the side and studies me for a long second. Then his hand snaps up, wrapping around my throat and pulling me toward him. When his face is close enough to mine, he mutters one word.

“Run.” I’m confused by what he’s saying to me. Why would I run? Where the hell am I running to?

“What?”

“You better start running now, little bird, because when I find you, I’m going to make you pay for that.” My body instantly goes tight, and a shiver runs down my spine. He wouldn’t hurt me, would he? Not in a bad way, at least.

“I’m not running through the club, War.” Before I know what’s happening, he reaches under my dress and grabs a handful of my pussy, squeezing it so hard a little cry escapes my throat.

“You prefer I punish you right here, then? In front of everyone?”

“No.”

“Then run, little bird.” That was his last warning. He pulls his hand free, and I look into his eyes once more, knowing he isn’t joking right now. I turn on my heel, and I run through the damn crowd. Where the hell I’m going, I don’t know. There’s a VIP section, but that would be too obvious. So I keep going. There’s a stairway that leads up to the offices. I could go up there, but I’m sure the doors are locked, right? Why the hell do I feel like I’m panicking? It’s War. But then, I’ve never pissed him off to this point before, and I didn’t even mean to.

My other option is the bathroom, but he would look there. I turn my head from side to side and look around at where I could hide. The only place I can go is up the stairs, so that’s what I do. I run up the steps, checking behind me to make sure he isn’t back there. When I reach the top, I try all the doors and find one unlocked. I sigh and rush in, locking it behind me. I stand still, catching my breath before glancing around the room. There’s a desk, a few chairs, and a couch. Nothing I could hide behind. Maybe I should try to break into the other rooms? I debate it, only to hear the door handle jiggling. Maybe he’ll walk away since it’s locked.

I take slow steps back until my back hits the wall, but then it happens. I hear keys jingling. Why the fuck would I think he didn’t have keys? Fucking stupid, Arya. They own the goddamn club now!

I watch the handle turn as my breathing kicks up a notch. Am I afraid of him? Should I be?

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