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Sirwas standing in front of us. He wasn’t looking at me though. He was looking at the man I had just bitten.
“Leave us,”Sirordered.
Something inSir’s eyes had the man complying because he quickly walked away, andSirtook his seat, looking down at me. I could feel blood dripping from my lips and down my chin, only to fall between my cleavage. I had no doubt my face was red with rage.
He tilted his head at me the slightest bit, and my stomach dropped. That wasn’t good.
Tonight was about to get much, much worse. Only I knewSirwas going to enjoy every moment of my defiance because he and I both knew he was going to win in the end.
8
Rhett
Ibraced my arm on the back of the leather couch I was sitting on, my right ankle propped up on my left knee as I watched my beautiful, little submissive get dragged into the room. My eyes trained on her angry face, I lifted my glass to my lips, taking a sip of my drink.
I knew she’d been obedient for most of the day since I’d been checking in on her, but she’d been dealing with Darla for most of the day—a woman.
Now, she was back in the clutches of a man, and she was fighting like her life depended on it. I guess, in a way, she felt like it did.
But she was safe, even if she didn’t realize it. The only person shewasn’tsafe from was me.
I wanted to force her to submit to me over and over until giving me her submission was the only thing she could think about. I wanted to hurt her until the only thing she craved was my touch and my praise.
The man who’d paid for a night with her–most likely thinking he had what it took to tame the wild, angry side of her—took a seat and forced her to her knees with a painful grip on the back of her neck. A dark growl crawled up my throat, and I had to force myself to set my glass down on the table in front of me so I wouldn’t shatter it in my grip.
He had one second to release her, or I was going to fuck his face up.
He released her before I stood to my feet. I forced myself to relax back into the leather couch again, keeping my eyes trained on the two of them. He was petting her head like a dog, and I could see the hatred gleaming in her eyes from here, even in the red lighting of the club.
Then, when he reached down to grip her jaw to make her look up at him, she bit him, sinking her teeth in so hard he yelled in pain, blood spilling from her lips as she broke his skin.
He ripped his hand away just as I stood up and quickly made my way over to them. He looked ready to smack the shit out of her, but he took notice of me heading their way first, and he gritted his teeth, his chest heaving, blood pulsing from his finger.
“Leave us,” I calmly told him. Because if he laid one finger on her, I’d cover this club with his blood.
He quickly walked away, heading toward the infirmary to get his finger looked at. I took his seat, my legs spread, and looked down at my feisty submissive.
Blood trickled down her chin, dropping onto her chest before slipping between her breasts. I shook my head at her, biting back a smile all while my dick surged behind the zipper of my slacks. She looked so fucking deranged and beautiful with her messy, dark hair and a bloody face.
“You know that was a stupid decision, right?” I asked her, tilting my head the slightest bit.
“He shouldn’t have touched me,” she spat.
I wrapped my hand around her throat too fast for her to comprehend and dragged her toward me on her knees until her chin rested right above my crotch. I arched a brow at her. “You going to bite me, baby girl?”
She just glared at me, not answering me. I tightened my grip, and her eyes widened, fear clouding the anger in her eyes. I smirked at her, humming softly. “Remember your place, Natalia. Where is your place?”
“Not here,” she rasped, her voice sounding weak and small, yet she still had the audacity to defy me despite me literally holding her life in my hand.
“Wrong,” I growled. “Try again.” She opened her mouth to snap something that would probably land her ass in a heap of trouble, but I halted her. “You’re not going to like the consequences of another wrong answer,” I warned her.
She spat blood at my face. I released her and calmly wiped it off with the sleeve of my shirt before standing to my feet. She tried to hide her fear beneath her rage, but she couldn’t hide the trembling in her hands, no matter how tightly she fisted them.
She shrieked when I gripped her upper arm and yanked her up from the floor, my grip tight and harsh. She whimpered in pain. “S-stop,” she begged. “You’re hurting me!” she yelled.
I stopped halfway across the room and yanked her around to face me, leaning down to bring our faces closer together all while yanking her up on her tiptoes. Tears sprang to her eyes. “I told you that you wouldn’t like the fucking consequences,” I reminded her.
“I didn’t even answer,” she whimpered.
