Page 34 of Tempt Me

I’ll show you how much I get off on telling you what to do. I down the rest of my drink and weave my way through the crowded bar. I’ll show her in exquisite detail how much I care about her.

She twists on her heel and marches to the side exit. As the door smacks against the wall, Brock slips out behind her. Mother fucker. How did I not see that son of a bitch.

Chapter Seventeen

Bella

Seriously? He thinks he can tell me what to do just because he’s my brothers’ best friend? That’s ridiculous. And threatening to break Gavin’s fingers? Please. Yeah, I didn’t want his hands on my ass or his dick in my stomach, but that’s not the point.

Fighting him would be stupid. If Dominic got into a brawl, he’d end up hurting his hand and be out of work. Like he’s going to do that over me. That’s a bit extreme for even my overprotective brothers. They wouldn’t get hurt over me.

I stomp outside, letting the door snap shut behind me, and march down the sidewalk toward the parking lot.

When I stop at the street, I look both ways for traffic. Four drinks? Three? Either way, it’s too many to drive. Shit. I don’t want to go back inside after my grand exit, but I’m also not going to drink and drive.

Nor am I going to wait outside for an Uber. The parking lot is decently lit, but it’s not a place to stand around waiting, either. This is the city, not Brookhaven. Damn it. I’ve got to go back inside and wait. I spin on my heel and run smack into a broad chest.

“Dominic,” I growl. “I’m not in the mood for you.”

“Finally. It’s about time you forgot about that loser.” Brock’s husky voice greets me, and every hair on my arms and neck stands. My eyes widen as I take him in. “I’ve missed you, baby, and it sounds like you’ve missed me.”

He leers as he grips my hips and pulls me tight to his body. “I’m in the mood to turn you into a bad girl. I think that’s where we went wrong. I didn’t think you were prepared for my darker tastes in sex, so I held back. But look at you now. New hairstyle and these ‘fuck me’ clothes.” He drops his lips to my ear. “There’s no more holding back. I’m going to take you, claim you, and make you raw.” He grinds his dick into my stomach.

“No. You. Aren’t.” I thrash against him to no avail. His words out of Dominic’s mouth, and I’d melt into a puddle. Brock is saying them, and I’m gaging in my mouth.

“Yes, I am. I waited too long to show you who was in charge.” His fingers bite into my flesh as he grinds against him. “Your resisting turns me on. That’s what I get off on.”

“You get off on sexual assault?” How in the fuck did I date this guy?

“No, baby, you’ll like it. You’re already begging for it.”

“Get lost, asshole.” A hand grips Brock’s shoulder.

Dominic. My heart sputters in my chest as my entire body sags with relief. Dominic spins Brock around and smashes his fist into Brock’s cheek with a loud smacking sound.

“Fuck!”

One. Two. Three punches. One after the other lands on Brock’s face. His cheek. His jaw. His nose. His head snaps back over and over again until blood gushes from his nose. Dominic braces his feet and uses his strength to dodge away from Brock and out of his path.

“I’m not done with you.” Dominic’s eyes are wild as he encroaches into Brock’s space.

Shit. Dominic’s hand. His tattooing hand is covered in blood. “Dominic!” I lodge myself between them and grab his forearm. “Don’t.”

His head snaps downward until his gaze meets mine. “Did you want him to do that?”

Rage radiates off him as his jaw flexes and his eyes bulge. I shrink backward because I’ve never seen him look at me with utter disdain. Indifference? Yes. Irritation? Absolutely. But disdain and rage? Never. Tears spring to my eyes.

“Did you?”

“No.” I shake my head slowly to keep from pissing him off even more. I’ve never seen him this out of control.

Brock steps backward as if he senses Dominic’s barely contained anger as clearly as I do.

“Don’t move a muscle,” Dominic says between clenched teeth.

“Dom.” I lay my hand over his. “Your knuckles. They’re covered in blood. You’re not going to be able to work for a few days as it is. If you break them, you’ll be out for weeks. I don’t want you to do that because of me.”

He blinks and swallows hard. “Who else would I do it for?”

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