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I reached out and took the glass from him, our fingers brushing briefly. A small growl escaped him, but I had no other gauge of his mood. Taking me by the elbow, he guided me to the long couches set against the back wall. We were hidden on three sides—the wall to our back and one side and a partition on the other side that opened onto the bar. Although I knew we didn’t have real privacy, it certainly felt like we did.
Bane drew his attention back to me with his hand on my thigh, his thumb caressing the skin just above my knee. I stared at his tattooed hand with his long fingers. His hand was bigger than mine, my leg looking so small compared to him. If he wanted to, he could just sweep his hand up and under my dress. A little breath escaped me as I tried to ignore the fact that it was what I wanted him to do.
“What are you thinking about, Little Bird?” he asked close to my ear, his warm breath feathering against my skin like a lover’s fingers.
I swallowed. Jesus, I felt hot all over but like my skin was too tight for my body at the same time. “I’m trying to figure out how Darcy got us into the VIP section.”
His grip tightened on my thigh. “I thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend,” he growled.
“I don’t. Darcy is a woman and my best friend.”
As soon as I said those words, he released the death grip and swept his hand a little higher. “Good. And in answer to your question, Darcy didn’t get into the VIP section… I did. We have this entire place to ourselves.”
I looked around the private space one more time. There was a door on the far wall, a picture of a man and woman split by a line on a plaque in the middle. Well, at least I knew where the bathroom was.
“How did you know I was coming here?”
“I have my ways.” He picked up his glass of champagne and swallowed a large mouthful. I watched the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed down the gold liquid.
“Have you been tapping my phone?” Indignant didn’t really start to explain the ferocity of my feelings. I could handle men who thought they needed to dominate a relationship, but I wasn’t up for a stalker-grade man, especially not one like Bane Rivera. He had money and resources on his side.
A smile curved up the corner of his mouth. “No, Little Bird, I haven’t been tapping your phone.”
I felt like there was more to be outraged about here, but I decided not to push. Not now. I understood what he was doing. He was proving to me that he could insert himself in my life in any way he wanted.
“It’s not going to work, you know.”
His eyebrow quirked up, and he took another sip of his drink, watching me over the rim. “What’s not going to work?”
My eyes darted to his lips, wondering if they tasted like champagne now. “You proving that you can be everywhere I am. It won’t make me change my mind about the proposition.”
“You’re right.” He shifted his body toward me, placing his face close to mine. “But my life would be a lot easier if you simply gave me what I want.”
I shook my head. “How many women have you seduced into relationships with you this way?”
“None.” His reply came out smoothly with not an ounce of deceit. “And I don’t have relationships. I fuck.”
He said the words with zero inflection like he didn’t give a damn one way or the other. Placing my flute down, I stood. Bane looked up at me, his expression amused. If he was trying to push my buttons, top marks for him.
“Where are you going?”
“The bathroom,” I replied, moving off toward the door at the back of the VIP area. I pushed inside to find that it was just one stall inside the room along with a marble sink and a small armchair upholstered in velvet. I turned to lock the outer door when Bane pushed inside, slamming the door shut behind him. He slid the lock into place with finality, and I glared at him.
“Do you mind?”
“Yeah, I do,” he growled, coming at me like a starved man. Wrapping one arm around my waist, his hand went to my neck, holding me in place. A rush of excitement skittered through me, the warring emotions of fear and arousal wreaking havoc with my thoughts. Bane pushed his erection into my belly, making me moan.
“This is what you do to me, Wren.” He flexed his hips again, rolling them with frustrating slowness. “Why do you have to torture me?”
Me torturehim? My fingers tightened around the lapels of his jacket as he thrust against me again.
I was suddenly breathless as I realized this was exactly what I wanted.
I wanted him.
Unleashed.
Uncaged.
