Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59044 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I would have just let it go.
If her gaze hadn’t lifted.
If it hadn’t found mine.
If her blue eyes hadn’t held so much defiance.
If everything about her wasn’t screaming What are you going to do about it?
My jaw ticked from how tightly I was clenching it as I balled up my fists as I kept my gaze on hers.
She would look away first.
But even I was surprised with how long it took her to.
We’d work on that.
She was going to learn I was not someone to play with.
This time, when my cock twitched to life, I didn’t try to talk myself out of my desire.
Because at that moment, I was sure nothing in the world would be as satisfying as taming this fucking brat.
To see her on her knees, head bowed.
To feel her bent over my legs, begging for more lashes. Because she knew she deserved them. Because she knew she had to learn to behave better.
To hear the way she whimpered and whined as pain and pleasure combined.
Eventually, she moved away from that guy.
And she didn’t entertain anyone else’s advances.
But it was too late.
The damage was done.
She was going to learn the consequences of her actions.
And I was going to enjoy the fuck out of every moment of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Scarlet
“Is it just me, or is there something even more intense about Mr. Bodyguard all of a sudden?” Di asked when we finally got Drea off that guy’s dick, and out of the club.
I mean, we weren’t judging.
Some part of me had even wondered if I was going to find someone who I clicked with, whose hands I wanted to feel slide over me, whose cock I wanted inside of me. Right there in the open for anyone to see.
The thing was, each time a guy got close to me, my gaze seemed to gravitate toward Julian.
At those moments, desire surged, but I had a sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with the men who were near me, whispering about all the things they wanted to do to me, and everything to do with the man staring daggers at me from across the room.
I snuck glances his way constantly.
And his gaze never wavered from me.
Not even when a woman slammed another woman against the bar right at his side, and fingered her to what seemed like a screaming orgasm.
Not even as an entire damn orgy started in the middle of the room.
He was laser-focused on me.
Knowing that somehow made me both hot and uncharacteristically unsure of myself.
Probably because the man was a walking wet blanket. Going around silently judging everyone.
As for his attention making desire sizzle through my veins? Well, I was going to go ahead and just chalk that up to my addiction to attention. And, you know, the fact that I hadn’t been so close to a man I’d actually found attractive in a long time.
“I don’t know,” I answered Di. “I guess,” I said. “But he’s always intense,” I added, pulling Drea’s head onto my shoulder as she started to whine about how the man she’d fucked in the club didn’t want to exchange numbers.
“Maybe,” Di said. “It just seemed like he wanted to throttle you.”
“He’s probably worried my father is going to be pissed about this little outing,” I said.
“Isn’t he?”
“No one is going to know. No one in that club wants anyone to know they’re there. And there was no one on the street when we pulled up or came out.”
“True,” Di agreed.
Di had five siblings. There wasn’t as much pressure on her to behave a certain way.
Unfortunately for me, my mom hadn’t been able to have more than me, needing an emergency hysterectomy a few years after I was born. And my father refused to have another child that wasn’t half of her as well.
His love had been ardent and endless.
It was why he had never remarried.
As far as I could tell, he didn’t really even date.
Sure, he had a woman on his arm for events at times, but unless I was misreading it completely, there was never anything going on with those women.
As a teenager, I’d been desperately seeking something for myself like my mother had been lucky enough to enjoy. The adoration of a man. Someone who thought the sun rose and set simply for my enjoyment. Someone who would never look at another woman.
Unfortunately for me, I learned really quickly that love like that was more of a fantasy than reality for most women.
So men, as an adult, were an occasional dalliance. Nothing I ever let get serious. And since I didn’t want the internet going wild with rumors about me being a slut, I didn’t let myself be seen with men often.
“Come on, Drea, honey,” Di said as we pulled up to Di’s place. “Why don’t you come stay with me tonight, okay?” she said, patting her head before wrapping an arm around her, then pulling her out onto the sidewalk.