Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,63
they rove my body before meeting mine. I hold my breath, waiting for him to alert his guards, but I see no recognition in his eyes. Maybe he drugs girls all the time, but I’m a tiny bit disappointed even if it makes my job easier.
“Can I help you, sweet thing?” he asks, watching me with a knowing look.
“I don’t know, can you?” I flirt. He grins and I know I need to catch his attention now or he will get distracted.
Pushing his ankle off his knee with my heel, I lift my leg and straddle his lap. Both of his eyebrows raise and he smirks. I lean forward, ignoring the sick feeling his hands cause when they land on my thighs, and I brush my lips across his cheek to his ear.
“Why don’t you see if you can help me?” I purr, licking his lobe before biting it. He groans huskily and I back away, leaving his lap as I smile seductively, crooking my finger for him to follow me before I turn and, swaying my hips, wander away from the table confidently. My shoulders loosen when I hear him trailing after me.
Men.
Leading him down the hallway behind the dance floor, which I’m guessing goes to the toilets, I spot the fire exit at the end of the darkened corridor—perfect. Unfortunately Marco, the handsy bastard, decides he can’t wait and pushes me up against the wall roughly, slams his hands next to my head, and kisses me.
Crinkling my nose in disgust, I roll my eyes and wrap my arms around his neck, fake moaning into his mouth as he rubs up against me. Turning him while he’s distracted man-handling my breasts, I start backing us down the corridor. When he goes to lift his head I grab both cheeks and kiss him hard until he’s grunting and moaning.
When we reach the door, I kick it open and pull back. His eyes are unfocused and I grin as I press both hands to his chest and push so he flies out and hits the alley wall behind the club. I step out, kick the door shut behind me, and look around. Bins line the bottom of the alley, the other end leads to the street, and the lights don’t penetrate down here.
He frowns, eyeing the surroundings before shrugging and leaning back with a smirk. “What, you don’t like an audience? I wouldn’t have guessed from your little display in there.” He runs his hand down his suit and flicks open the button on his slacks.
Rolling my eyes again I hold up my hand. “Calm down Marco, you can keep your little friend in your pants. I’m afraid the only thing getting wet tonight will be your eyes. I’m betting you’re a crier.”
He reaches for his pocket, maybe for his phone or a weapon, but I dart closer and grab both hands, pinning them to the wall next to him like he did to me as I line up our faces, and grin at him. Letting him see the hate and rage in my eyes.
“Remember me yet, or should I let you drug me first?” His eyes widen in recognition.
“You,” he sneers.
“Me. The bitch who just killed and took down your whole fucking little warehouse,” I taunt.
He narrows his eyes. “Liar,” he hisses.
“Oh really? How else do you think I got out? Or how did I release all the ‘freaks’ from your basement.”
“You fucking bitch—”
I backhand him quickly.
“Yes, yes, yes, I’m a bitch. Now, what I want to know is whom you are selling the girls to, both freaks and normals. I also want to know whom you answer to.”
He laughs, actually laughs. “Why the fuck would I tell you that?”
Grinning, I lick up his neck to his ear. “Because you smell like prey.”
I hear his heart rate speeding up as I pull away, and he puts on a brave face like I can’t hear the fear pumping through his blood. “Get the fuck away from me before I decide to deal with you once and for all,” he orders.
I laugh, throwing my head back. “It’s cute how you think you get to order me around.”
I hear the flapping of wings and Marco’s eyes dart about, but when they don’t widen in alarm I take it to mean Griffin is hidden somewhere. Well then, maybe I can show him and Marco that you don’t fuck with me. Two birds, one death...that’s the saying, right?