Page 31 of Wild Stars

“Do you have a reservation?”he deadpans.

“Do you know who I am?”I bite, frustrated and drunk as shit.

Not that I go around touting my fame like a hall pass, ever.

The man sighs.“Yes, I know who you are, Mr.Wylde.”

“Then you better open this fucking rope or I’m going to give this place one hell of a Yelp review.”

Honestly, I’m surprised my threat works.

But it does.

The man grumbles about not being paid enough for this shit, and mumbles something about room seventeen.

And then I see him, heading toward the far end of a dark hall, lit up by red neon lights.

“Matty, wait!”I call, huffing as I catch up to him.

He freezes, beneath the shadows of the hallway, just out of reach from the lounge.

I come up against him, noticing several closed doors in the alcove but otherwise it’s empty.

“Matty...”I barely get the words out before he grabs me, throwing my back against the wall.

“Why?”he growls, sliding his hand up my arm, across my neck.

His fingers twitch against my throbbing vein there, like he’s afraid.

But I’m not sure why anyone in their right mind would be afraid of a two hundred pound man with an open neon shirt, enough rolls to start a bakery, and ripped jeans.

I might look slightly menacing when I’m done up for a press shoot, but otherwise...

“Why, what?”I breathe, my cock twitching from his close proximity, from the heat of his palm against my skin.My skin feels flushed from a mixture of my run and the way he’s looking at me.

I look up at his dark eyes, and they remind me of starry skies.

Vast and all encompassing at the same time.The neon red light makes him look every bit like a devil, hungry for my fucking soul.

God, do I want to be devoured.

“Why do you keep calling me that, when I ordered you not to?”he says, through gritted teeth.“Why are you so defiant?”His fingers squeeze my neck, and the touch is surprisingly gentle, given the heat and the tone of his voice.

“Why do you fucking bait me?”he says, his dark gaze falling tomylips.

I’m powerless underneath his touch, his gaze.

I can’t speak, under his spell.

All I can do is focus on my cock, because Matty leans against me, and I know he can feel my fucking erection.

Because I can feelhis.

My heart beats like a drum as I lick my lips.

And because I’m drunk, I don’t think twice about saying shit I know I shouldn’t.

“I fucking bait you?”I growl, pushing back against his chest.My nipple ring catches on his silk shirt, tugging a bit, but I don’t feel pain.

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