Smug Bastard - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,54

All of them,” I sneered in his face.

“Hey?” The blond kid was suddenly there. “Is this guy bothering you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck off.” Smith and I spoke at the same time.

“Uhhh.” The guy looked at me. He was at least six inches shorter than Smith and had an average body. He was no match. But he tried to puff up. “The lady said to back off.”

“No, she didn’t.” Smith stared intensely at me.

“Back. Off.” My lids narrowed in challenge.

“Is that really what you want?” He curved an eyebrow, doubting my request.

“I’m just a little sister to you, right?” I wanted to push him like he had pushed me, my ire bubbling out.

“I didn’t say that.” Smith pinched the space between his brow with his free hand.

“Close enough.”

“No, not even remotely. You have no idea, Kins.” He shook his head. “Don’t fucking push me.”

“You can’t keep me pinned up, keep all men away, while you preach about me living my life. Let me go have fun with…” I motioned to the guy.

“James.”

“John here.”

“James.”

“Whatever.” I flipped my hand in annoyance.

A deep growl came from Smith, his muscles twitching.

“Have a good night. I will see you tomorrow.” I went to turn, but Smith didn’t loosen his hold. I sighed, peering up at him. “Let go.”

“No.” His face was stone, his eyes pleading with me.

“Good night, Smith.” I jerked my arm free, turning for the guy. John-James’s smile widened. Then in a blink, it vanished, his eyes growing wide.

An arm wrapped around my stomach, and like the night at the bonfire party, my body went into the air, Smith chucking me over his shoulder, my short dress not covering my ass.

“Smith!” I yelled as he stomped for the door, pushing through the crowd, his hand moving to flatten the skirt on my butt, covering it from view. “Put me down!” I hit his back, but it did nothing to deter him.

People gaped and pointed as he shoved us outside, catcalls and whistles cutting through the air. He grunted, his hand sliding lower to make sure my knickers weren’t on display. The heat of his palm did things to me it shouldn’t.

“Hey, asshole!” He ignored me. “Alpha dickhead! Let! Me! Down!” I bellowed. He simply held me higher, turning down a narrow dark alley, the smell of food from the back kitchens overpowering the smell of trash and dank stone. Halfway down, he stopped, my frame dropping down. The moment my feet touched the pavement, he shoved me into the brick wall, his physique engulfing mine, giving me no space. My lungs expanded, fear and a thrill quivered my muscles.

He pushed in closer, his thigh going between my legs, pinning me into the wall, his thick erection pulsing into me as one hand clutched my hip. The other slid through my hair, twisting into the locks. His eyes burned with rage and intensity.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” A nerve in his jaw twitched, his gaze shifting over my face wildly like at any moment he would snap. “Seeing you dance like that. Fuck, Kins. You trying to kill me? To shred my last bit of sanity and logic?” His hand dug into my skin harder. “Of all people… why you?” He snarled, tugging on strands of my hair, launching shivers down my scalp to my core.

Not moving or speaking, my chest heaved against his, tightening my breast every time it scraped across his muscular torso, my head dizzy with need.

“Do you know why I didn’t kiss you the other night?” He yanked my head, tilting my face up to his, his frame crushing mine.

I shook my head, my locks tugging in his grip, forming a moan in the back of my throat.

“Because I knew if I did, I would never stop.” Fury spit out each word like an accusation. “I shouldn’t want you. I can’t have you… but I crave you like a fucking drug.” His hand curved over my hip, running past the hem of my dress to my thigh. The feel of his cock pressed into me, causing me to suck in my breath. Oh god. “I was all set to leave that next morning… but I didn’t. I couldn’t fuckin’ walk away from you. You make me weak. Something I told myself I’d never be again.”

“I don’t make you weak,” I seethed through my teeth, my tone violent as my hips tipped into his, needing him so bad it ached. He shot his gaze into mine, both of us breathing wearily.

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