Page 119 of Renegade Ruin

“Um. Yeah.” I turn back to Luca. “Here, let me introduce you to my CFO, Leighton James. She’s been heading up Renegade Hearts while I get the Renegades season underway.”

“We’ve met,” Leigh growls from two seats down, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s not happy about the introduction.

I tilt my head and silently ask her what gives.

She shakes her head as if to say “we’ll talk about it later”.

“Leighton? Is that really you?” Luca asks.

My head whips between him and Leigh.

“You’ve met?” I grit out, trying to focus on anything except the tightly coiled ache in my belly ready to explode.

“We—” Luca starts, but Leigh cuts him off.

“A long time ago.”

The tension between them is so thick it could be cut with a knife. I hate to bail on her now, but I really don’t want to come in front of Luca.

“Great. I’ll leave you two to talk.He and his brother want to partner with Renegade Hearts to get a center started in Los Angeles.”

“Wait, I—” is all Indie gets out before I turn on my heel and hightail it out of the aisle and up the stairs to the concourse.

The second I’m safely behind the staff entrance to the clubhouse, I sink against the door and let out a moan. Now that I’m no longer focused on fighting it, I’m so close. The tingling starts low in my belly and travels to where the toy massages the sensitive spot behind my clit. It’s almost as if my orgasm is trying to wring itself from me through that spot. My phone buzzes again, and I mewl as I pull up my messages.

BISHOP: Who the fuck is that guy?

BISHOP: Willow.

BISHOP: Are you ignoring me?

BISHOP: WILLOW

BISHOP: If you come in front of him, I’m going to wreck you so hard after the game. I’m going to torture that tiny little pussy of yours until you can’t come anymore because you gave away what belongs to me. That orgasm is mine.

Fuck. He’s so damn hot when he’s worked up like this. I love his possessiveness. He might not claim me the way I want him to, but I’ll let him have my orgasms any day.

My fingers shake as I type.

WILLOW: You jealous?

It’s cruel, but I can’t help but tease him a little. He’s played with me the entire game. It’s my turn to punish him a little.

BISHOP: Yes.

BISHOP: Did you come?

WILLOW: No but I’m about to.

The second I send it, the vibrating stops.

I can’t stop the whine that falls from my lips or the fiery text I send in response.

WILLOW: WTF

BISHOP: Who was that?

WILLOW: Luca Donati.

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