Page 171 of Dance of Defiance
Anna giggles as she drops her mouth to my ear. “Everything,” she purrs. “So you can do anything you want to me, baby. Fuck, I’ve been wet for youall night.”
I barely hear her, turning my head to glare at Val.
…But he’s not there anymore.
Fury ignites in my chest as I picture him walking out with the fucking skank that was on his lap. Taking her home.
Touching her.
Kissing her.
Fucking her.
I’m milliseconds away from physically throwing Anna off me and storming out of the club to wrestle him away from that cunt when suddenly?—
Speak of the devil.
Past Anna, I catch a glimpse of Val dropping into the seat across from me, next to Brooklyn, Milena, and Nero.
The girl isn’t with him.
Anna is purring some fucking psycho shit in my ear, calling me daddy and telling me to break her pussy. Whatever. I’m ignoring her, craning forward and trying to hear what Brooklyn is saying to Val over the thudding club music.
“….left?”
Val nods, shrugging. “…fucked up…batshit crazy…”
I feel myself grin darkly as he sits back in the booth, sipping a beer.
I glance around, and when I see the brunette stalking out the front door, my smile widens.
He told her no.
Because of me?
I know how fucking pathetic it sounds—how needy and desperate and totally cringe. But it’s all I have to grasp onto as I look at him over Anna’s shoulder, remembering his scent. The taste of his skin. The sound of his voice rumbling against my back.
I wince, whipping my head around to stare at Anna, still on my lap. My earlobe is throbbing.
The psycho just fuckingbitit to get my attention.
“Well?” she giggles.
I stare at her, my brow furrowed. “What?”
She rolls her eyes. “I said, let’s do something crazy tonight.” She giggles again as she drops her mouth to my ear. “You make me feel naughty, baby.” I roll my eyes when she licks the side of my neck. “You can do whatever you want to me tonight.”
How about put you on a plane to as far away from here as possible.
I don’t even know why I agreed to take her out tonight. I don’t want her. I don’t want any of this. I just want…
I look up, and suddenly freeze.
Val is no longer alone.
The brunette from earlier is back, with a trim, male-model looking motherfucker.
…And they arebothsitting on Val’s fucking lap.
