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“Nick,” Rico cautions. “She’s an adult.”
I’m just about to tell him I don’t give a fuck if she’s the damn president, when I notice her body tense all the way from up here. She glances down, her dancing stalling as though she’s become distracted by something. The tightly packed cluster of bodies momentarily shifts, revealing a man standing before her, his hand sliding up the length of her thigh. My eyes zero in on where his filthy fucking fingers are trailing along her skin—the same place I gripped her not even forty-eight hours ago as I fucked her senseless against her dorm room wall.
Daph makes several efforts to swat him away, red coloring my vision when he doesn’t seem to be deterred.
“On second thought, stay here. I got her.” I down the last of my bourbon, slamming the empty glass so hard on a nearby table, it shatters.
***
THEN
DAPHNE – Age 21
This asshole needs to remove his hand from my thigh immediately before I kick him in the face. From my current position atop the bar, it certainly wouldn’t be hard. I attempt to back away, though accomplish little other than almost toppling backward into the bartenders.
Shifting to the side, I manage to place what I perceive to be a decent amount of space between us when the creeper suddenly lurches forward, seizing hold of my ankle. It knocks me off balance, causing me to teeter side to side. My body stumbles forward, my hands jutting out to brace for the inevitable impact, only to unexpectedly collide with a pair of strong shoulders.
Glancing down, I’m met with the top of a head I know all too well from the countless times he’s spent between my legs. His left arm is raised, palm splayed across my stomach to support my weight, while his right hand clutches the creep by the back of the neck, pinning him face down to the bar.
The man squirms against Nicky’s hold, the expletives he’s shouting rising to a level which can almost be heard even over the volume of the music. Nicky takes a moment to ensure I’m stable, glancing up at me for confirmation before retracting his hand.
The second our eyes connect, I know I’m in trouble. I shouldn’t be. Nicky and I never made plans for tonight. So, when one of the girls in my cohort invited me out for her birthday, of course I said yes. It’s not like I’m at the bar every night living it up. Hell, I’m not even Nicky’s girl—though you’d think I thought otherwise considering I haven’t been with another man in years.
None of that’s going to matter, though, because King Shit is pissed, and therefore a punishment will be delivered.
That probably shouldn’t excite me the way it does.
Nicky bends down beside his hostage, whispering something into his ear. The man jerks in response, his face contorting into a scowl as he shrieks something I’m unable to make out. Whatever it is irritates Nick, who initially begins to back away, only to charge the man once he’s righted himself.
Nicky’s fist collides with the man’s face, the impact sending him spinning before collapsing against the bar. Gripping the back of his neck once more, Nick pulls him upward before bashing his face repeatedly into the bar top beside my feet. The man’s body goes limp on the third hit, though Nicky gives him two more for good measure before allowing him to collapse to the floor in a bloodied heap. The crowd’s gone quiet, creating a small semi-circle of space around us as they all look on, though it’s over just as quickly as it arose.
“Show’s over, demon.” He offers me his hand, encouraging me to come down from the bar. “Time to go home.”
I should get down. But the sight of the blood smeared across his hands from the destruction he just unleashed stirs a darkness inside of me so potent, I crave more of his wrath. Doing what I do best, I provoke him.
“You’re not my father, Nick. I don’t have to listen to you.”
“Hmmm.” Nicky withdraws his hand, brow furrowing as though he’s genuinely confused. “That’s funny. Must’ve been someone else calling me Daddy the other night.”
Arrogant prick. I’m just about to open my mouth to tell him as such, only to be cut off when his arms swoop around my knees, tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me through the crowd.
“Put me down!” I demand, swatting at his back.
His palm cracks across my ass cheek without warning, causing my body to buck against him in response. “Nicky!”
“You wanna act like a brat?” He spanks me again on the same side, the stinging intensifying. “I’ll treat you like a brat.”
He continues to carry me through the club, refusing to release me until we reach the sidewalk where he deposits me into the passenger seat of his waiting car.
“You’re completely unhinged.” I snicker, pulling him toward me.
“When it comes to you?” He bites at my lower lip before pressing his mouth to mine. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Nicky slams my door, rounding the front and tipping the valet before hopping in and speeding us away.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in when we get home?”
I smirk, leaning over the center console to reach for the zipper of his jeans. “Well, then I guess I better see if I can rack up any credit for good behavior along the way.”
