“I’m good, thanks,” he snarks back at my fuming brother.
“Amelia,” he warns, sending me his signature overprotective-brother frown. “Off.”
I rise from his lap even though I would love to be superglued to him, but his tatted hands grip my waist tightly before he slams me back down onto him. Not letting me move even an inch.
My breath catches in my throat when his lips brush against my earlobe as he whispers darkly, sending a shiver up my spine that makes me dizzy, “Did I tell you to get off my dick?”
Shaking my head, I almost start shivering in exhilaration when one of his hands travels from my waist to my neck.
He grips my throat and pulls me back. “Then, why did you get off?”
“Because Leonidas told me to.”
I don’t even bother looking at my brothers. I might freak out if I do.
His teeth send a sharp sting through my ear when he bites my earlobe before licking the pain away. “When I’m in the room, I’m the only man you listen to.”
“But we’re broken up—”
He pinches my lips together with two fingers, interrupting me abruptly.
Sitting there like an idiot because that’s how he makes me feel, I angle my face to look at him while his fingers still pinch my lips together.
He raises a brow, and his handsome face smirks. “Are you ready to be a good girl?”
Breathing in through my nose sharply, I scrunch my face as he grins now. He brings out the bad girl in me and makes me do things I would’ve never done before he entered my life.
Amelia Drakos in her good-girl era? Eh, seems too boring. I’m in my bad-girl era.
I nod innocently, and he pries his fingers off my mouth. I take his moment of distraction to disentangle myself from his lap. He glares up at me in this dim club. The music pounds as I hover above him, bending my knee and placing it between both of his on the couch.
I lean forward, teasing him with my cleavage. “You want me to be a good girl? You gotta work for it.”
I place a lingering kiss on his defined jaw, and he reaches for my waist, but I dodge his hand.
Looking down at his lap, I spot the clear bulge in his jeans. Meeting his heated gaze, I smirk and shrug with a pout on my lips.
Walking away with a sway of my hips, I reach for my best friend’s hand and pull her to the bar with me.
“Oh my God! That was probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” Trinity swoons as she tries to keep up with my strides.
I feel fueled with confidence, like what I’ve been searching for has finally taken its time to shine once again.
“Two Shirley Temples, please,” I say to the bartender that obnoxiously lets his eyes wander across my chest.
Slapping his hand on the bar, he sends me a smirk. “Two Shirley Temples, coming up.”
As he walks away, Trinity shivers with a distasteful look on her face. “Did he even look you in the eyes?”
“Nope.”
Men.
“Not getting drunk tonight?” she questions as we wait for our drinks.
I didn’t even realize I’d ordered both of us nonalcoholic drinks. The only thing on my mind was Levi’s addiction.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t think of asking you if you wanted something different. I’m not drinking tonight. I’m not in the mood. But feel free—”
