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What is with some guys? What part of my attitude makes him think that I want him to keep trying?
As a woman I know there’s a fine line between fending off unwanted attention and provoking aggressive behavior. It’s not fair, but it is what it is.
It takes another beat for me to realize that Idiot’s arm is wrenched behind his back, held in place by another large hand. Continuing their path, my eyes trace up what can only be described as arm porn.
I force my mouth closed so I can swallow. This man’s upper body alone is causing me to salivate.
He may not be the actual Lucifer, but his aura says he might be.
One heartbeat with him and I’m torn between running away or dropping to my knees.
“Apologize.” His command stuns me, but I note that his voice sounds just as sinful as he looks. Deep. Dark. Direct. I nearly reply, not sure what I’m apologizing for but willing to anyway, when his gaze flicks to Mr. Idiot.
“I’m s-sorry.” Mr. Idiot stammers, but with his lips smashed against the bar it’s hard to understand him. Using more bravado than I feel, I lean in. “Come again? I couldn’t quite make that out.”
My phone buzzes in my purse. Extracting it, I see that my brother has texted me a news article about the crime rates in Vegas after midnight. Luckily for me, it’s not even 10:00pm.
“I’m all for equality, but until the glass ceiling breaks and women make the same as men, dollar for dollar, I’ll be the one buying.”
I blink away the shock. “My apologies. With how easily you handled Mr. Idiot back there I was expecting you to be more of a macho, pretty-body-empty-brain caveman type. Not, well, not whatever the hell you are. Some sort of goddamn unicorn.”
“I get all of my favorites as physical books. But I love the ease of a digital novel. Being able to finish one book in a series and immediately start the next is my kind of lazy convenience. Not to mention having the app on my phone. Like right now for example, say you start to bore me, but I’m not done with my wine yet.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. I want to hear my name on your soft lips. Calling out for me.”
Stalking is not a hobby I have time for.
It’s Sasha. My Sasha. My little Vegas runaway. Here. I rise from my chair. My cousin Angelo tilts his head at me, an unspoken question. I shake mine, signaling him to stay put, then walk to the door. Some of the people in the meeting are watching me, but I don’t care. That girl owes me a fuck.
He narrows his eyes at me, daring me to talk back and get spanked again. “You snuck out.”
“I should bend you over this desk. Fuck you from behind. Pull your hair. Smack your ass until it’s red. Punish you for what you did.” His breathing gets heavier with each word he bites out.
Holy. Shit. The idea of getting punished has never turned me on before, but his filthy words have me soaked.
“Tell me you want this.” He demands. I don’t hesitate. “I want it. I want you.” Vincent pushes in one inch. “Say it again.” I moan. “I want you. Please. Please!” I’m begging for him to fuck me.
“Tell me you thought of me. Tell me you’ve thought of my cock inside you. Stretching this perfect pussy.”
You can dress him up in a suit and give him a fancy job, but he’s still just an asshole.
I try to laugh but it comes out as more of a choke. Apparently, Brent has never slept with Vincent, otherwise he’d know that the Devil does indeed bite.
Instead of looking chastised, Vincent looks enraged. “The fuck you will!” He booms. “You don’t get to choose anybody. I don’t share. And fight it all you want, but this thing between us isn’t over. I’ll stay out of your way while you do your job. But if you think you can go out and fuck other guys, you’re wrong. End of discussion. And if there’s some walking-dead-man out there that needs to get that message, I’ll tell him myself.”
“You’re right. I don’t know what the hell we are. I don’t know what to call this. But you? You’re mine. You hear that, sweetheart? You’re fucking mine. And I protect what’s mine. So, find a way to deal with it.”
“You’re going to do what I tell you to do, sweetheart. Or so help me god, I will smack your ass red until you learn to listen.”
“You think you’re fucking cute, putting ideas like that into my daughter’s head. But you’ll pay for that later.” His hand slides further up my thigh. “And don’t ever forget about the resources at my disposal. I may be a good boy now, but I have no issues with hunting down every last man who’s ever put their filthy hands on you.” “That’s a lot of bodies.” I bluff. It’s not that many. His hand slides higher. “The Mississippi is a big river.”
“Baby, if you think you can tease me, you have a lesson coming your way. I’m going to tie you to my bed and fuck that sweet look right off your face.” His fingertips start at the top of my bare shoulder and slowly drag down my arm, causing my skin to pebble. “And each man you introduce me to will equal one denied orgasm. So, if you want me to let you come later, you’re going to knock that shit off.”
“Sweetheart.” Vincent whispers, kneeling in front of me. “You’re the only girlfriend I’ve ever had. And you’ll be the only wife I ever have.” He opens his palm to reveal a sparkling ring. “Sasha Clark, will you be my Mrs. Sin?”
