Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,51
the cigarette to his lips. But his sapphire eyes are like black ice telling the room the truth.
“Come here, Antoinette.” It’s like a hiss and I almost throw myself at him. One tattooed hand holds me tight.
I should be terrified. A normal girl would have heard the warning bells going off, telling her that the guy who’s holding her is dangerous. Jesus, he’s so unsettling even his brothers are scared of him.
I should… but I’m not. In fact, I can’t lie. All of this turns me on. It’s horrible, but my heart is beating so fast I wonder if he can feel it. And my traitorous legs, which I’ve spent my life training, are weak. I cling to him for support.
Amy sighs and shakes her head but continues cooking what appears to be an egg-vegetable scramble.
“VP… I meant no disrespect.” Fosters looks truly remorseful.
“Antoinette, go put on some clothes and meet me outside,” he says in my ear. Goose bumps pebble my arms.
As soon as he releases me, I’m on the move, running up the stairs. My mind’s at war with my stupid heart. He’s probably taking me back to my apartment, and I need to be happy about it.
“It’s better this way, Toni,” I whisper as I bite my lip, digging into one of my garbage bags. I pull out a T-shirt that used to be pink, but it’s old so it’s kind of gray now.
Removing my dance top, I slip into the shirt, wondering if I should take time to find a bra. Whatever, if he’s taking me back to my place, it makes no difference if I’m wearing one or not. And he’s already seen me naked so… I smooth my hands over the shirt, trying to rid it of the wrinkles.
God, I’m a mess. In my entire life, I don’t think I’ve been this out of control. My hands go to make sure my bun is tight. Then I slather on some lip gloss, grab my phone, and make my way down the stairs.
AXEL
I watch her leave, her head held high, her ass looking way too good in those dance pants. I almost resent that I have to turn away and address one of my brothers.
“Fosters, I thought I made it clear last night.” Crossing my arms, I stare at him. Sweat rolls down his neck and his face turns red.
“I had no idea.” He looks me in the eyes.
“Out,” I snap at Dyson and Torque, and the prospects sitting at our table almost trip over one another trying to leave first.
The sizzle from Amy’s skillet is the only sound left in the kitchen. Fosters straightens up to his full height and rubs the back of his neck.
“If I said something last night to offend…” He pauses as if he’s trying to remember.
“Everyone needs to understand that she’s off limits. No one is to look at her, much less touch her,” I snarl, leaning both hands on the island.
His eyes find mine and he gives me a nod yet remains silent. It’s clear that I’m serious.
“I’ll let everyone know.” And that’s why Fosters is a brother. He owns his shit and doesn’t make excuses.
“And Fosters, when Amy talks, you listen.”
“It will never happen again.”
I walk out and wait for her, trying not to dig too deep into the fact that I just claimed her. Christ, I told Fosters to let everyone know they can’t come near her.
That’s claiming her.
I look around and everyone seems to be staying away. Wise. I’m itching for a fight. Wound up. Fucking her last night should have taken the edge off, but all it did was make me crave her.
She was untouched, and now she’s mine.
Fosters is my brother. Antoinette is nothing more than an amusement. A shiny toy. She’s new, and I fucking got off on being her first.
I liked it a lot.
Waking up to her long legs wrapped around mine, her scent saturated into my skin, all I wanted was to roll her over and lose myself fucking her all day.
“I’m ready.” She brings my attention back to the here and now. What the hell is she wearing? It’s a T-shirt, old as fuck, too small, but it does cover her stomach. Clearly she needs new clothes. Maybe I’ll see if Eve and Doug want to take her shopping. Ideally that’s a Dolly thing, but she’s gone.
“Let’s go.” I grab her hand. “Why do you dress like a whore?” I grumble as I propel us out the screen door.