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“Oh, I-I didn’t know you were a thing,” she stammers.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Sapphire,” I warn, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Enough!”
She smirks when Melody takes off, muttering.
“You should hold out for someone a little classier,” Sapphire remarks, moving back to the bar. “I mean, bras were invented for a reason.”
I can’t stop thinking about what she just fucking said about riding my dick and knowing how to make me scream. My dick is raging at me to do something. “You just don’t know when to quit, do you?”
“Oh, come on, I saved you from that skank, you should be thanking me,” she tosses back.
“Upstairs. I’m not leavin’ you here.”
If I’m not mistaken, her lips twitch a little when she passes me another shot. “Why can’t I stay here alone? Everyone’s too preoccupied to notice me.”
How fucking wrong she is.
“You know why, and Reap isn’t here.”
“Because I might get hit on by a big ol’ biker?”
“You’re a comedian tonight. You know the drill: if Reap isn’t here, and you’re not claimed, the guys will be all over you.”
She shrugs. “I haven’t had sex in a while, maybe I’ll get lucky.”
My blood boils, and there’s practically steam coming out of my ears. Sapphire downs her waiting shot, barely gulping the liquid before I’m hauling her over my shoulder and heading across the room for the stairs.
There are cheers and hollers as I begin to climb. Sapphire thumps my back, yelling like a damn alley cat to put her down, but I ignore her. It’s white noise. If I gag her, I wonder whether she’ll forgive me for it in the morning? Fuck knows I’m not gonna get any sleep with her in my room. And she will be in my room. It’s the only place I can keep her safe.
CHAPTER 3
SAPPHIRE
“Put me down!” I screech, banging the big brute on the back with all my might. It’s like hitting a brick wall, and it doesn’t seem to have any effect. He just keeps walking. “I mean it, jackass!”
The bastard smacks my ass. “I’m keeping you outta harm’s way. Trust me, this is for the best.”
“Is this how you get women up to your room? Dragging them away against their own free will?”
He snorts. “You think I have to drag women up to my room?”
“Clearly, women like Melody need their brains rewired if she thinks this is attractive.”
“Maybe Melody just likes the goods.”
“That makes you a man-whore.”
“What do you care?”
He has a point. I don’t care.
“I mean it, Alexander! This is ridiculous. I’m a grown woman!”
“Then start acting like it.”
He thumbs in a code to one of the locked rooms, pushes his way inside, then kicks the door closed with his boot. Then he tosses me on the bed, and I land unceremoniously with a bounce.
