Page 24 of Hard Ruck
“See? Come with me. Let’s have a second round.” Her eyes were slightly glazed like she’d been drinking or taking something. Either way, even if I was interested in fucking her, she wasn’t sober enough for me to go there.
“I think you should go home.” I stepped back again.
“Good idea.” She put her hand on my bicep. “I don’t live far from here. Let’s go.”
I took her hand and removed it from my arm. “I’m not going anywhere with you, sorry. Are you here with friends? Ask one of them to go home with you and make sure you’re tucked up in bed.”
“I’d rather be tucked up in bed with you,” she purred. “Come on, I know you want to.”
I shook my head. “I really don’t.” I started to walk away, elbowing through the crowds until I got to the bathroom. I pushed through the door and let out a long breath.
I thought she might have left me alone, until she followed me in.
“This works too, Frosty. Can I call you that, or do you prefer Daniel?” She grabbed my cock through the front of my jeans. “I guess I can’t call you anything with this in my mouth.”
She started to lower herself to her knees.
I moved back so quickly I bumped my ass on the sink. “Don’t.” I held both of my hands out in front of me. “I said I’m not interested.” What was it with this woman?
“I don’t believe you.” She straightened back up and pouted. “I know you want to. Guys like you always do. Why are you pretending you don’t?”
“I’m not pretending.” I stepped around to the side to put more space between us. “I’m flattered, but I’m with someone else.”
Her eyes flashed with anger. “Chelsea fucking Miller,” she spat. “What does that bitch have that I don’t?”
“Me,” I said. “And a bunch of other things, including respect. For other people and for herself.”
Ivy raised her hand to slap me, but I grabbed her wrist before she could connect. Something in her expression made me snap. Her anger at me and at Chelsea. Anger that was completely misplaced. Whatever her problem was, she shouldn’t be taking it out on my woman.
I shoved her back against the bathroom wall, crowding her in.
Triumph flashed in her eyes. “I told you?—”
Whatever she was about to say was cut off when my hand wrapped around her throat. I found myself squeezing, holding her there. Her lips dropped open and her eyes started to protrude from her face. She groaned, but was unable to take a breath.
I need to stop, I told myself.I need to stop before this goes too far.
But I couldn’t bring myself to stop. My grip had her completely under my control.
I decided whether she walked away from this or not.
I decided when she took her last breath.
I was the one with the pressure on her throat when her eyes glazed further and she slid down the wall.
My knees bending, I followed her down. My fingers still were around her neck as I knelt in front of her, never letting the pressure go until I knew she was gone.
Only then, I lifted my hands and sagged onto my ass.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Fuck.”
I sat staring at her lifeless body until the sound of music from the bar slowly filtered into my brain. Reminding me where I was. I was in a public place and I just killed a woman.
Fuck.
