Page 38 of Dirty Little Secrets
Motherfucking son of a bitch.Two years. It’s been two fucking years and that bastard still gets under my skin. He has no respect. For the code, for the rules, forme. I should turn this car around and gouge out his fucking eyeballs, but Vee would ban me if I laid a hand on one of her precious platinum members.It’s not illegal to look, Damon.I’ve heard that one too many times.
My knuckles pale. That fucker wasn’t just looking, he was fantasizing, he was stripping her clothes, imagining all the filthy things he could do to her body. I shouldn’t have brought her here. Not yet. Not when our foundation is still so shaky, so new. What an idiot. I thought he was back in London. I thought he left for good this time. But he’s back. And now he’s seen her. Now he has a new target. Now he’ll?—
“Damon!” Emery yells, and I swerve between lanes, barely dodging a passing sedan. I blink, focusing back on the road. Shit. I glance over at Emery as she holds her chest. “What the fuck! Pay attention! Jesus…”
“I am,” I grumble, my gut stirring from flashbacks of the accident. “He came out of nowhere.”
In my peripheral, I can see Emery shaking her head. “Maybe you should pull over.Clearly,you’re not in the right mindset to drive right now.”
“I’m fine,” I fume, regripping the steering wheel.
“He really bothers you, doesn’t he?”
“Who?” I ask, inwardly raging at her acute observation.
She sighs. “Really?Who?Jesus, Damon. I don’t know, maybe the six foot five asshole who couldn’t stop staring at my tits?”
My lips briefly curve up. “Asshole?”
“Yes, apparently you all like to congregate together.” My smile zaps away. Emery releases a chuckle. “Wow, you really don’t like him, huh?”
“Do not group me in the same category asthatman,” I spit, blinking away the budding rage. “You shouldn’t have been talking to him.”
She snorts. “I barely said a word.”
I snap my burning gaze at her. “And those will be the last words you ever exchange.”
“Why?” She lifts a badly timed taunting brow. “Worried he’ll steal me away from you? Green’s an ugly color on you, Mr. Cavanaugh.”
The tires screech on the side of the freeway as Iaggressively pull over and put the car in park. Emery gasps, staring at me, frightened.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
I grab her chin, seething as I say, “You are forbidden from speaking with Quinton Marquis, is that understood?” Emery tries to pull away, but my hold remains strong, stern. “Do you understand, Miss Jones?”
“You’re insane,” she mutters under her breath, glowering at me with disdain. “You know that?”
“Do you understand?” The question slips past my lips with malignant enunciation. “I need to hear you say it. Say it, Miss Jones.”
Her chest heaves as she remains still in my hold like ice settling in snow, cold and deadly. And sheiskilling me. Burning me with her freezing gaze. It’s a simple question. A simple request. Yet, she remains silent, defiant against my wishes. She’s no idiot. She can see the fire in my eyes, the inferno of absolute loathing I have for that man, but she refuses to suffocate the flames burning steady inside of me.
“You’re crazy.” Her breath clouds in the space between our bodies, and slowly, she melts under my touch. “You’re?—”
“And whose fault is that?” I rasp, dragging my hand down her chin to her neck, my nails digging into her chest before forcing myself to pull away. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Miss Jones?” My breathing turns heavy, the air in the car thick and charged as her gaze floats down to my cock. “You can see it, can’t you, Miss Jones? Just how crazy you make me.”
“You didn’t touch me,” she whispers, her faceflushing as she tilts her head, savoring the sight of her power. “When we were watching… You,” she swallows, licking her lips in the process, “you didn’t touch me.”
And it took all my fucking willpower.
“Is that what you want now, Miss Jones?” I ask, my seatbelt acting as her only line of defense against the myriad of ways I’d like to fuck her right now. “I was under the impression you hated me.”
“I do.” She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, tentatively reaching over the middle console, her fingers landing on the surface of my growing erection. She flicks her gaze up, her hungry eyes hidden behind a veil of dark lashes. “But…” She drags a long nail down the length of my shaft, teasing the tip as she breathes out, “Notallof you.”
I close my eyes, every muscle in my fucking body aching as I will myself to stay seated. To stay in control. To reign in the primal urge to destroy every hole on her goddamn body. Once I start, I can’t stop. Iwon’tstop. I’ll tear her apart like a piece of fucking paper. For her safety, she needs to sign.
Abruptly, I open my eyes and slam on the engine, swerving back on the freeway. Emery slides to the right side of the car, away from me, where it’s safe. For now.
“What the?—”
