Page 32 of Hostile Cravings
That move would land me in prison with this many witnesses, and I preferred to keep my illegal acts under the radar of the cops.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to talk to strangers, baby,” I said, staking my claim as I came up to them. “Is there a reason you boys are ogling my wife’s body? Because I can assure you it’s taken and anyone who tries to touch it will lose a few fingers…if I’m in a good mood.”
I stared them down, seeing how they swallowed uncomfortably. The one backed up, but the other didn’t move.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked.
I looked him up and down. “I don’t think you know whoIam.”
“Do I give a fuck?” he asked, causing me to chuckle.
I sat my drink down, rolling my sleeves higher and seeing him eye my tattoos. I may have dressed the part of a classy man, but take off the expensive button-downs and dress slacks and I was a lethal machine who would butcher anyone who messed with me. I spent my days pounding my fists into punching bags and my nights pounding them into dirtbags. And my body reaped the benefit. I was built, and the way his eyes shifted from side to side as he tried to come up with more bravado was entertaining.
“I think you do, Charlie. Charles Von Kenting the third, son of the governor ofmyprovince.” I emphasized the word my so he understood who really ruled our province. “Second son, I might add. Your older brother is in line to take your father’s position and you…you spend your time squandering his money in establishments like mine, on women and gambling, thinking you’re some big player.”
He took another step forward, and I saw Finch reach for his gun. Giving him a hand signal, I told him to stand down. This kid didn’t worry me. Neither did his father, who remained in power only because Mason and I had taken down a threat to it. We owned the province, not the governor.
“Why don’t you go ask your daddy who I am?” I glanced behind him, seeing that his father had caught sight of the interaction, a worried look on his face. I gave him a nod, which he returned with a relieved wave back at me. “And keep your eyes off my wife or I’ll ensure you never look at another woman again.”
I turned my back on him and his buddy, not caring that his eyes were burning holes into my back. He would run off and tell his father, who would educate him not to mess with me. Drink in hand, I took a gulp and eyed Angie, who was looking up at me. Her brown eyes were ripe with excitement, and I gave her a naughty smile.
Finch handed her drink to her and moved to the side so he could keep watch.
“I turn my back for five minutes and you’re already making trouble?” I asked, sitting next to her.
“I wasn’t causing trouble,” she said, not looking at me. “And do you have to be so mean?”
“Mean?” I asked. “I thought I went gentle on the kid. He still has his body parts intact.”
She turned to me. “Gentle? You humiliated him in front of his friend and me.”
I gritted my teeth. “You? Why do you care if he’s humiliated? Did I interrupt something?”
The roll of her eyes was her attempt to annoy me, but it was too cute. “I’m not yours, remember? We’re going back to what we were before this morning, which means I can flirt all I want.”
She was being a brat and, as fired up as I already was, the move was a dangerous one.
“Isn’t that what we agreed?” she continued.
“Don’t be a stupid bitch, Angie.”
“I’m not stupid,” she grumbled.
Laughing, I said, “But you are a bitch.”
She smacked me and I yanked her over so that her body was on mine. The move excited my dick, which caused my pants to tent in anticipation. “Don’t tempt me to smack that ass again.”
“You wouldn’t dare. Not here,” she said, her eyes going wide.
“No? I don’t give a shit what any of these people think. I’ll pull your bottoms down and spank you while they all watch. Then I’ll keep them off and fuck you right in front of them.”
She tried to pull from me, but I overpowered her, flipping her onto her stomach. “Damn it, Tyson,” she complained as I yanked the edge of her bottoms up and laid a loud smack on that beautiful ass.
She yelped until I smoothed my hand over the sting, her yelp changing to a moan that had me yearning for more.
“Do I need to show those boys how a real man makes awoman come?” I asked, leaning close to her ear and sliding my hand between her legs.
“No,” she said, a distinct rasp in her voice.
