Page 116 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

The clink of ice against the glass is a small punctuation in the charged silence as I feel both their eyes bore into the back of my head. The burn of the whiskey barely registers as I take a sip.

“How’s your wound?” Her voice is suddenly closer than I expected.

I turn to find her standing just a few feet away, an unsettling intensity in her gaze.

Before I can answer, Scar’s voice interjects, “I told you, Luna, don’t worry about him. Doc’s coming tonight to get it looked at.” His tone is smooth, but there’s a possessive edge.

Luna doesn’t spare him a glance, instead she closes the distance between us. “Let me see.” Her fingers are already lifting the hem of my shirt, her touch deliberately lingering on my abs.

I put my drink down and grasp her wrist, feeling the tension coil tighter in her. “It’s fine.”

She presses closer to me. “No. I want to see it. Take off your shirt.”

My jaw tightens. “Later.”

“Now, Cade.”

I shoot her a warning look which she returns, hers sparking with challenge. And rage.

Scar’s smooth voice cuts into our silent battle of wills. “I’d tread carefully, Luna. Pushing him never ends well.”

Fuck. Scar is watching my every move, dissecting every glance.

“Princess—”

But she’s apparently done asking because, with a fierce look, she crosses her arms, grabs the hem of her top and pulls it over her head, revealing the creamy expanse of her curves.

“Whoa!” The sight of her hits me like a punch. Her full breasts push against the cups of her white lace bra, which does nothing to hide the sterling silver bars glinting within the dusky circles of her areolae.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I grab her arm and yank her to me as a primal urge seizes me. She’s pushing every fucking boundary.

She pushes me off and takes two steps back, her hand moving to the strap of her bra, fingers poised at the hook as her voice rings out, loud and defiant. “Take off your shirt, Caden.”

All common sense rushes to my cock. I hear her loud and clear. She wants me—not a symbol, not my shadow, not Scar. Me. And she wants me now.

This time, I don’t hesitate. I fist my shirt and tear it off, feeling the acute burn of Scar’s gaze on us.

“What do you want, Luciana?” My voice is rough with desire, even though I already know. She wants to prove something to Scar. It’s the same thing the beast in me wants.

And so when she shoots me a sultry smile and purrs, “I just want to give you something for the pain,” I wrap my hand around her throat.

“This isn’t the time or place,” I whisper, a final attempt—a plea—to stop us hurtling over the cliff.

Her eyes dare me to stop her as she palms my cock, her bold touch enough to torch the last shred of my control.

“I disagree,” she whispers back, squeezing my glans so well I have to bite back a groan. “I think this is exactly the right time and place, Caden.”

“Luciana—”

Shedrops to her knees, and her hands reach up, nails slowly dragging across the contours of my abdomen.

Fuck, I can’t think when she puts her hands on me, and the response she pulls out of me isn’t something fit for an audience, let alone one as twisted as Scar. I should pull her back up and take her behind a closed door, but the temptation of letting this disaster play out crushes my restraint.

Scar watches, his jaw tight as he swirls his drink absently, but his knuckles blanch on the cushions as Luna puts her face right into my crotch and inhales deeply, then exhales on a loud, lusty moan.

Christ. That’s it. With one hand, I undo my belt, yank it out, and toss it on the floor. My other hand gathers her hair and twists it tight around my fist. “Take out my cock.” I command.

She obeys with suddenly shaky fingers, undoing my buttons, then sliding down the zipper. And then she pulls me free.

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