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Linc pulls away, looking down at me, and I gasp as I’m shoved to the side, my grip on him lost.
“Linc! Are you fucking kidding me? She’s a fucking child! And what the fuck did you let her call you?!” Linda squeals, and I cringe. If her voice is annoying now, she must sound like a freaking distressed monkey during—
“Hi, I’m Belle. How do you know my boyfriend, Linc? He’s never mentioned a Lucy before,” I say in a false sugary-sweet voice, and watch with enjoyment as her cheeks flame red. I turn around, so my back is to Linc’s front, and press myself against him, enjoying the feel of his hard dick straining against my ass.
“Linda….” she snaps. I shake my head.
“No, my name is Belle,” I say with exaggerated slowness, making it clear to this woman that I think she’s a fucking idiot.
Her eyes narrow in challenge as she gets my message.
Stepping forward, which I’ll admit is a ballsy move, she runs her hand down Linc’s arm possessively. I have to resist the urge to hiss at her for real. I might be playing the role of a clueless girlfriend, but the feelings that rise up in me as I stare at her fake, bright-red talons digging into his arm are startlingly real. I do not like this woman at all. I don’t know the exact details of what went down between her and Linc, but I know she hurt him and I want to punish her for it.
I knock her hand away from him, and he squeezes my hip in silent thanks. That’s it. She’s making him uncomfortable, and she’s clearly not getting the message. Time to drive it home in a less subtle way.
“Daddy, let’s ditch this loser. I’ve waited too long to have you inside me tonight.”
With a shriek that would rival a banshee, Linda launches herself at me, acrylic talons coming straight for my face. I steel myself to put her on her ass if she so much as touches me — fuck that girly hair pulling shit, I know how to really fight — but I never get the chance.
Linc steps between us, grabbing Linda’s arms in his huge hands and pinning them to her sides. The rough way he handles her has me all kinds of messed up. Hot. Horny. Jealous.
“Enough, Linda! You need to stop this,” he tells her in a no-nonsense tone which has me wanting to ‘yes, sir’ and submit to him.
“But, my sweetheart—”
“I’m not your ‘sweet’ anything. I never was,” he tells her bitterly. I can’t help my curiosity. They just seem like such an unlikely couple, but the pain in his eyes is real, so somehow she must have done a number on him.
“Don’t say that! We can go back to how it was before!”
“We can’t. I’m not that guy; I could never make you happy, and you could never be what I want.”
“But you were that guy!” she tries to insist, but Linc is already shaking his head.
“It wasn’t real, nothing about us was ever real, and you know it,” he says flatly, and I can tell he’s exhausted with this situation.
“You can be that guy if you try!”
What is with this chick not getting the message? She’s really starting to piss me off.
“Look, Laura, was it?” I step in.
“Linda,” she spits through clenched teeth.
“I don’t know who you are, or who you think you were to Linc, but you’re no one now. He’s moved on, and you need to fuck-a-doodle-doo off. You’re done here; now be a good girl, and go ruin someone else's night.”
“Linc! Are you just going to let this…this…pierced, tattooed slut talk to me like that?” she screeches.
Linc looks from her to me and back again.
My eyes blaze into his.
“Yeah,” he says simply, staring her dead in her eyes, face expressionless.
“I may be a slut,” I snap. “But I’m his slut. And a fucking good one at that. So no one but Linc gets to call me that.”
Linda rages, swiping her clawed vulture fingers at my face. I dodge them at the last second, but my anger peaks, and I act before thinking.
My fist flies out and collides with her stuck-up, oversized nose. Blood explodes all over her face and satisfaction fills me as her white blazer and skirt combo are ruined. She sobs. Her face is pretty messed up too as mascara runs down her face in rivers and I even think she’s lost a false eyelash along the way. Well, that, or she has a pretty funky sideburn or caterpillar attached to her right cheek. I snigger.
I look over my shoulder at the man I just defended with my fists, and sigh with relief when Linc doesn’t kick me to the curb for going a tiny bit psycho on his ex. At that moment, I realize I have no regrets. Busted knuckles be damned.
Turning my back on Linda, I pull Linc further onto the dance floor and resume grinding against his crotch to whatever tune is playing now. Honestly, I can’t even hear it over the blood pounding in my ears. My hand fucking hurts, but it was so worth it.
Linc grips my hips and dances with me, kissing my neck, even though we no longer need to keep up the charade of being boyfriend and girlfriend for Linda’s benefit. The adrenaline rush is riding us hard, and the feeling of our bodies pressed together is so fucking intimate, that I’m dizzy.
“You’re in trouble, little vixen,” he growls in my ear. I melt like fucking putty in his hands at his seductive, threatening words.
