Page 5 of His Vicious Desire

“No!I’ve been here ten fucking minutes.I’m not going anywhere.Tell your brother’s goon to give me back my flask!”Megan demands.

I’m ready to grab the girl by the hair as I signal to one of the men.I see it happen more clearly than anything I have tonight.The drink in front of Bianca, a Shirley Temple—a non-alcoholic drink—as pink as it can come, is spilled and in Megan’s lap.I don’t know shit about stains, aside from blood, but I’m almost positive she’s not getting all that pink out of the white dress she’s wearing or the matching white purse easily.

Megan jumps up with a screech.“Watch it, you bitch!”

My jaw goes tight with the need to control my fists in payment for the girl calling Bianca a bitch.

“Oops, sorry,” Bianca says without a hint of apology.

“You did that on purpose!”

“Wow, I can’t believe you think that.It was an accident.”Bianca motions to the last few girls remaining.“You guys can’t think I would ruin your dress and bag that I gifted you on my birthday like that, do you?”

The remaining girls rush to defend her.One of them pipes up with, “I mean, you are wasted, Megan.It was a total accident.I can’t believe you’d be so rude to the birthday girl.Come on.”She nudges her friend.“I think the party is over.Sorry, it ended this way, Bianca.Thank you so much for inviting us.It was an awesome party.Until now.”Her eyes run over Megan with distaste.“There’s no buying good manners.”She hugs Bianca.“Thanks again.”

Her leaving starts everyone else following her out of the club with little waves at Bianca.

Megan lets out a wail and stumbles toward the door.I follow close behind her.Grasping her arm maybe a little tighter than I need to—and maybe she’ll find bruises tomorrow.I steer her toward John.He jumps when I get close to him.

“Take her ass home.”I give him the flask.“Hand this back to the father with the regrets that she’s no longer allowed within a hundred feet of Bianca.By order of the Outfit.”

His eyes go wide.I get it.We don’t go around advertising our place in this city.The public might joke about the mob in Las Vegas, but they don’t see it or hear of us because we don’t want them to.For us to say it out loud is almost as forbidden as committing a murder in broad daylight—it isn’t done.We don’t make waves.We don’t bring down heat.

However, it’s either that or kill her.As badly as I want to kill her for what she said to Bianca, she’s a dumb kid.It might be what she deserves, but if I kill her, shit could come back to haunt our place here in the city.This is as much to protect her and the Outfit as it is to keep me from doing something stupid.

Kitty is fighting to stay standing only a few feet behind me.I grasp her by the arm and make my way to Bobby, the usual chauffeur for Bianca.“I need you to take Kitty home.I’ll see to Bianca and Joanna.”

He frowns at the change in plan, yet is trained well and doesn’t argue, simply taking Kitty and getting her ass into the car.

I have an open communication line in my ear telling me the club is empty, and Bianca and her best friend are waiting out front.My car is parked a few down from Bobby's.It takes a few minutes to pull around to where Bianca and Joanna are.

Bianca is laughing.Fucking hell.She’s stunning.I hate when the laughter dies as I get out.Rounding thecar, I open the rear door.Joanna slides in with a murmuredthanks.Bianca simply stares at the open car door as if it were the door to hell.

She has no idea how right she is.It’s wrong for me to pull this girl on the edge of woman down into the depths with me to satisfy my curiosity of what it is about her that draws me to her.Except it feels too late.It was too late the moment I touched her.

I send an eyebrow up.“Something wrong, princess?”

Her eyes roll.“I’m not a princess, jackass.Where’s Bobby at?Why can’t someone else drive me?”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing.I’m more fucked up than I thought because I love the way she fights me.Her fight is pure bluster, she feels this too, and it scares the fuck out of her.Smart.

Itshouldscare her.I’m not sure if I can keep my hands off her even though she’s forbidden to touch.If she’s the last thing I touch before I die—I’m good with dying.I would welcome death if I knew I would never get to touch her again.

“True.A princess, you definitely are not.Demon fits you better for all the bad dreams you give your brother for the worry you cause him.”

Her eyes widen in hurt.

I don’t like the hurt, but it’s better to keep her at arm’s length where I can’t touch her.“But I can’t say that around your brother, so angel it is.You and I will both know the truth.Get your ass in the car, angel, or I’ll put you in it.Or is that what you want?Do you want me to put my hands on you?”

It takes everything in me to keep the words soft, silky, and filled with a promise.If she forces me to touch her—we’re both fucked.

She nearly stumbles to get into the car.I catch her.Her intake of air is almost a gasp.Closing my eyes to shut out the way her body reacts, her nipples are hard and tight, and fucking hell, I catch the scent of her wet pussy.I’m grateful for the sounds of our men leaving the building and getting into their cars to leave, pulling me out of the state of need she has me in.Gently, I put her in the car and close the door.

When I get in the car, her friend is already talking.

“Oh my god, that was such a great party.I can’t fucking believe Megan.That bitch.You know she only came for the bag.Kitty told her, and she came running.Suddenly, that family thing that couldn’t be missed and why she had to miss your party disappeared.They’re such leeches.I will never understand how it’s the people who have the most money who want stuff for free.”

Bianca shrugs.“There’s no way she’s getting the stain out of the bag.Hopefully, once she’s gone to Berkeley, I’ll never see her again.”

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