Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137326 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 687(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
I push him back a little. “This is only an act. Don’t get carried away.”
“Shh…” He lifts my hand and places it on his chest. “I thought you wanted revenge, so show him how much he’s missing.”
You know what? He’s right. The entire point of this little plan is to mess with Kane as much as he’s messed with me.
I sway to the trendy song, then turn around and rub my ass all over Marcus.
The music thrums, a deep bass line that resonates in my chest as I glide my fingers into my hair and give it my all.
Marcus’s hands wrap around my hips, flowing in sync with me.
When I look back, he’s smiling with a manic edge. “One.”
“What are you counting?”
He spins me around and palms my cheek. “Two.”
“What are you doing?”
“Three.”
He leans down.
I step back and whisper-yell, “Don’t kiss me.”
His breaths dance along my skin. “Four.”
“Marcus!”
“Five—”
He barely finishes saying the word when an arm slashes through the air, coils around his throat, and yanks him back with raw power.
Preston is the one who did that, immobilizing him. But the one who’s grabbing his arm and twisting it in the air is Kane.
Cold lines stretch across his face and his nostrils flare.
“My, oh my.” Marcus laughs and doesn’t attempt to fight. “I’m honored by the warm welcome.”
Kane twists harder.
“Don’t,” I say once I recover. “Let him go.”
“You defend him again and I’ll break his arm.” Kane doesn’t look at me. “Just say one more fucking word, Dahlia, and I swear he’ll never play another game in his life.”
I purse my lips.
“I’m so scared.” Marcus looks back at Preston, grinning. “Save me?”
“You better shut the fuck up if you know what’s best for you,” Preston says in a deadpan voice.
“My heart is pounding…from absolute boredom. Hey, sweetheart.” Marcus licks his lips. “I think we should get out of here. You said you couldn’t wait to ride my cock.”
Preston strangles him harder at the same time that Kane twists his arm.
Goddamn it. That asshole Marcus doesn’t seem to care about his life.
I’m not sure whether Preston will choke him to death or Kane will break his arm first.
I certainly don’t want to be the reason Marcus loses his career, especially since I was the one who invited him to the vipers’ den.
There’s nothing I can do about Preston, but Kane…
I release a dramatic sigh. “This is such a hassle. I’m going to find someone else.”
And with that, I walk out as Marcus’s laughter echoes around me. I’m not sure if Kane follows, but I keep my head high as I push through the crowd.
A few seconds later, a strong hand grabs my wrist, and Kane swings me around in one swift motion.
His face hovers so close to mine as he growls out, “You truly fucked up, Dahlia.”
I yelp as he throws me over his shoulder and walks out of the club.
26
DAHLIA
Warmth blooms across my face.
Both because of the blood rushing to my head and the embarrassment of being carried out of the club like a sack of potatoes.
People watch us, their whispers penetrating my ears and drowning out the music, but they part for Kane without being prompted. No one dares to get in his way as he strides with determined ease.
My stomach is draped over his broad, taut shoulder, and his big arm is wrapped tightly around my ass, restricting my movements.
“Let me go!” I scream over the loud music.
Either he doesn’t hear me or he doesn’t care.
I wiggle and lift my head, but it’s no use.
I think I see Preston dragging a laughing Marcus into the shadows while still having him in a chokehold, but the scene disappears as Kane walks out of the club.
Icy air envelops me and goosebumps erupt on my skin, mingling with the bubbling anger coursing through me. I ball my hands into fists and bang on his muscled back, his waist—anywhere I can reach.
“Put me down—”
My words end in a gasp when he smacks my ass. Hard. So hard, my pussy throbs.
So hard, I’m scared that if I brush against him one more time, I might embarrass myself.
Apparently, my body didn’t catch the memo that we’re closed for business.
I punch his back again, needing to escape this humiliation. “I said put me down!”
Smack.
I jolt against his shoulder and my nipples harden against his back due to something entirely different from the cold.
“Run your mouth again and I’ll fuck you here and now, Dahlia.”
“Let me go, you fucking asshole!”
My world tilts off its axis as he maneuvers and slams me against the hood of a car.
His car.
“If you wanted to be fucked, all you had to do was beg for it.”
My back is glued to the cool metal, my hands pressed at my sides, and I’m spread-eagled, my dress riding up to expose the lace thong Megan said I needed with this type of dress.