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Damn it. He’s right. But if anyone else was taunting me, I wouldn’t let on. Why do I have this need to obey him? “Yes,” I huff.

“And the way you’re grinding this juicy peach into me right now, tells me that’sexactlywhat you want.” I’m shivering at every slow and menacing word that drips from his mouth like honey. “You wanna hold her hips like he’s holding them. You wanna smell her hair and feel her pulse against your lips as you kiss down her long… beautiful… neck. You wanna know what it’s like to have your cock nestled between her ass and feel her want you back. Don’t you?” Except that question doesn’t sound like a question. It’s a challenge. A dark, depraved taunt that has me wanting to throw away everything for her.

And for him.

Dell has one hand holding firm between the juncture of my thigh and groin while the other massages my chest. His hard body is pressed against my back, and a greedy little voice inside my head whines,Breed me. Punish me.

“Tell me to stop, Isaiah.”

That is the last thing I want. “No.”

I’m stuck between two worlds, two people. I want to kneel for this man as much as I want to hold Robyn, to protect her and love her.

All at once, my thoughts clear and we both stiffen as the man behind Robyn whispers in her ear and she turns a hard look on him. A very obviousNofrom her lips. He keeps saying things to her, but she’s getting angrier by the second. AnotherNo.

She pulls away from him and turns on her heel. The women’s restroom isn’t far away, and as she tries to make her way there, he follows her.

Dell and I launch ourselves, but before we can reach him, Robyn must sense him trailing her because she whirls around and decks him square in the nose. “Take a fucking hint, douche bag!” Blood drains from his face as he hunches over and his friend tries to intervene.

“Back the fuck up,” I bark. Security is already on them. Omar and Grayson, my old employees, grab the bleeding asshole and his friend, hauling them away before my hands meet their faces.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Dell asks, holding her hand and checking for injuries.

Tears prick at her eyes. “Yeah. It just really hurts.”

“Let me see,” I say, taking her hand in mine. It’s already starting to swell.Shit.“Dell, can you take her home and get some ice on it? I’m gonna go deal with security.”

“I want a fucking name and address,” he seethes.

“On it.”

Chapter 25

I Remember You

Dell

“Give me your hand,” I say while pulling out a bag of fruit from Robyn’s freezer and wrapping it in a thin dish towel. She lets out an uncomfortable sigh when I place it on her hand. “Keep flexing your fingers with this on.” I don't particularly feel like letting go of her hand in this moment… or ever. “What did he say to you? I saw him whisper in your ear.”

“He kept asking me if I would come home with him. I said no, and didn’t want to deal with him anymore, so I was trying to head to the bathroom where I could lose him and collect myself. But when he followed me, I panicked. As soon as I sensed him behind me, it was a fight or flight response. I shouldn’t have hit him.”

I can’t believe she punched that guy. Don’t get me wrong, he fucking deserved it, but I didn’t see that coming. I sawmyfist coming. I sawmyboot up his ass.

“There’s nothing wrong with protecting yourself. I’m sorry I put you in that situation.”

“You couldn’t have known,” she shrugs. “But I forgot how much that hurts.”

“Where’d you learn how to throw a punch like that by the way?”

She huffs a laugh, “Isaiah, actually. In college.”

“You punched him?”

“No. We were at a rugby social at someone’s house, and they had one of those punching bags that looks like a man'shead and torso. I saidI wish I knew how to throw a punch, and he taught me.” She frowns—there’s something deeper than the physical pain building inside her. I can feel it bumping up against my own guilt.

I cup her bare shoulders, and the faintest tremble settles over her body. I stroke my thumbs over her warm skin. “What do you need right now?”

“Nothing,” she sighs.

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