I almost laughed. “Not happening.”
She turned then, her eyes dark and storming. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” she spat. “Showing up here like you have any right to be pissed.”
I arched a brow, shoving my hands in my pockets. “And what exactly did I do that warrantsthistantrum?”
“You got what you came for.” Her arms crossed over her chest. “Someone to warm your bed tonight.”
I stepped closer, heat rising in my face. “I didn’t even touch her.”
“You didn’t have to,” she bit out. “She was all over you. Everyone saw it.Isaw it. The damage is already done.”
My jaw ticked. "Don't do that."
"Do what? Call it like it is?" she snapped, her accent thicker than usual. "You let her touch you like you didn't just have your fingers inside me fifteen fucking minutes ago."
Fuck. That felt like a slap to the face. I stepped closer, heat surging under my skin. "You think I wanted her?" I growled. "You think I could even look at another woman after the way youbeggedme? After the way you grabbed my cock like you couldn't wait another goddamn second to feel me inside you?"
She turned on her heel, ready to bolt, but I was faster, catching her wrist, gently but firmly. She stilled, like she didn’t expect me to stop her. Her pulse raced under my thumb.
“Get out of my way.”
Tension crackled like a live wire between us, sparking, dangerous.
“You’re pissed,” I said calmly.
“No shit.”
“Tell me why.”
“Oh, fuck off.” She yanked her hand, but I didn’t let go. Held on just enough to keep her here with me. “Callum?—”
I stepped into her space, my breath ghosting over her lips. Her soft floral scent made me feel intoxicated. Made me want to get lost in her and see how deep she could take me. “You’re not mad about her,” I murmured. “You’re mad because I didn’t do to her what I want to do to you. I only came here for you, and that scares you, doesn’t it? It scares you that you were going to let me fuck you in public.”
The sharp inhale she took shot through me like lightning. I watchedthe flicker of war in her eyes, the way her fists clenched, how her body betrayed her.
“You’re mad because you thought you were in control tonight,” I murmured, my fingers dragging along the inside of her wrist. “Because you thought you could play your little games and walk away untouched.”
Her lashes fluttered for half a second. A blink, a brief moment of hesitation. My other hand lifted, barely grazing her hip, up her waist, but I wanted more—so much more.
She let me until she realized she was leaning in, and she jerked back like I’d burned her. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling, and for the first time tonight, I saw it. Her eyes shimmered. For a fraction of a second, she looked wounded.Not angry. Not arrogant.Hurt.I’d done that. And fuck me, Ihatedthat I had. I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t fucking know. But I wanted to know. It mattered. She mattered.
That scared the shit out of me.
Her armor snapped back into place like a visor. Her chin lifted. Her mouth tightened into a cruel, practiced smirk.
“Go fuck yourself tonight then, Fraser.”
She shoved at my chest and walked away.
I didn’t follow or stop her. I didn’t even fucking move, because my hands were still tingling from touching her. Her voice still echoed in my ears and I still tasted her fuckingnameand her pussy on my tongue and my dick was so hard I couldn't think straight anymore.
And then she walked straight to Kimi.
The air in my lungs evaporated.
I saw her touch him, saw his hand drop onto her back like it belonged there. I watched her curl against him like she was trying to make a point.
And something inside mesnapped.
