Page 47 of Honey, Honey
“I came here because I’m a member of the club, princess.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snapped. “If you’re a member of the club, then why haven’t I ever seen you here before?”
“Works a bitch, can’t get away as much as I’d like. Which means when I do make time I want to enjoy that time how I want, not how Connie or Zeus fucking thinks I need to,” he told me, with a bite to his voice that I was quickly growing accustomed to. His meaning was clear. He had wanted to come to relax and I was here messing up his plans.
“I didn’t know she was going to ask you, or ask anyone to watch me. I swear,” I told him, holding up my hands and shaking my head. “She just-I mean, I thought it was going to be her tonight that was with me, not someone else.” I sat down on a couch, this one covered in a pink satiny material and I frowned when my ass slid to the side, the slip of my dress not doing much to keep me in place. I glared at Law when he chuckled and placed my hands on either side of me, holding myself in place. I gazed out at the floor where the couple debuting tonight had taken the stage and were making their introductions to the crowd. “I thought it was going to be Connie,” I said again, “It never crossed my mind it would be you, of all people.”
Law hummed and moved close, standing in front of me and blocking my view of the Dominant that had just picked up a flogger. I glared at him. “You’re blocking my view.”
“You telling me you wanted Connie?”
I blanched and shook my head. “No, of course not. She’s scary.”
He crossed his arms and I noticed he looked annoyed. “And I’m not.”
I snorted, crossing my own arms in response and immediately regretted it when I slid to the side. Fucking stupid satin ass couches. Who the hell made these? Why was it here if you couldn’t even sit on it without fighting to defy gravity? I planted my feet firmly, widening my stance to do so and met his eyes.
“You’re not scary. Not one fucking bit, Law. But I’ll tell you what you are.”
“What is that?”
“A pain in my ass.”
Chapter Fifteen
LAW
She was mad. Honey wasn’t sweet anymore. She was a wildfire that was bent on consuming any and everything that had the misfortune of crossing her path.
I fucking liked it more than I should.
She looked like an angry goddess with her legs spread open just an inch too much, thighs soft and inviting, god, if I wasn’t so pissed at her I would sink down onto my knees and taste her. Worship at her pussy until she screamed my name and came all over my tongue. I’d done it before, I could do it again, even if this time it would be in public with her sitting on a gaudy bubblegum pink couch.
Who the fuck ordered this thing?
I liked pink, but this? This was nauseating in its Pepto Bismol shade. Plus, it didn’t look stable by the way Honey was fighting to stay upright. It made her arch her back slightly, pushing her tits out and I liked the way she looked like that, even if she got a glare on her pretty face.
She wasn’t having any shit tonight. I could tell when she told me I was a pain in her ass. I never dreamed my reason for coming to the club would be waiting for me wrapped up as pretty as a Christmas present. She looked good in the dress she chose, the dark green of it made her tan look all the more tantalizing. I knew her skin was soft, I’ve had my hands on her, but with the way the material is flowing over her thighs, trailing like water down her legs...god, she made me want to touch her.
She made me want.
My hands clenched. I shouldn’t be wanting a damn thing from Honey. If I did, I could take it all from her.
“That’s a nice story, princess,” I told her, not breaking her stare even though the heat behind her eyes would be enough to make half of the people in this room seek cover, “but I know different.”
She glared at me for a second more, eyes narrowing before her bottom lip trembled and I saw her eyes dart to the side. She was looking at someone else. And I knew exactly who the fuck it was without turning to look. Her shitty ex, the guy Connie told me about before I took off after her.
Christian O’Hanon. Fucking dipshit.
I knew him, or of him, but not enough to care to learn anything other than he was a shithead. Lower level hanger on with a lot of his daddy’s money he used to get himself into exclusive places, places like the Cairn. But he didn’t go too far here. Zeus had a thing for people earning their stripes, and Christian was still a novice.
But he was one with a mean streak.
Honey swallowed hard, her eyes following his journey across the room. I didn’t like the fear I saw in her face. She was afraid of him. Did he put his hands on her? The thought made me feel light headed. Anger hit me like a tidal wave and I clenched my hands into fists. I’d rip his throat out with my bare hands if he so much as touched her. The fire was dying in Honey the longer she watched that asshole and it cracked something open in me to see it. The strength that had flared bright in her rapidly dying and shrinking, until I saw her shoulders slump and her hands shake as she put them down on the couch to hold herself steady.
I had to do something so I played the only card I knew would work to pull her out of wherever the fuck it is that her mind was going.
“Eyes up here, princess,” I said, coming closer to her and flicking a hand from her to me. “Did I say you could look away?”
