Then he tips his head towards the dance floor, to where she is. I follow his gaze and see that the man who resembles a twig has his hands on her hips. He moves with her in time to the music and my heart fucking skyrockets.
I’m going to fucking sever both of his hands off.
No one touches what’s mine.
“You can’t tell me that’s what you want to see.”
“It’s not,” I reply darkly.
“Then fucking fix it. Show that fucker and every other fucker who has had their eyes on her tonight that she’s yours.”
Mine.
Gracie Mae Vale is mine.
“Look after Nora, will you?”
Snake nods his head. “With my life.”
I spare a glance at my sister who sits on the far end of the VIP room. When her eyes meet mine she smiles at me and mouths,go.
I nod my head and begin to push my way pass the throng of people on the dance floor. The sound of the music overpowers the beat of my heart.
People part for me easily as I push them aside effortlessly. I’m a few feet away from her when her eyes connect with mine across the floor.
My eyes harden when I see the man behind her move his hands from her hip to across her stomach.
He’s fucking dying tonight.
The man doesn’t notice me as he has his eyes closed, lost in the feel of the music and the feel of her.
“Get your fucking hands off of her or I’ll break them off.”
Gracie Mae
They say you should never provoke a beast for you don’t know what may happen. But I can’t help but feel a little thrill run through me as I stare in the icy frost eyes of a man who has nothing but control becoming undone.
It’s the only reason why I let the man behind me dance with me. It’s the reason why I let his hands innocently explore my body.
The man behind me who was enjoying himself just mere seconds ago stiffens.And with the lethal glare Oak is giving him I wouldn’t be surprised if the man behind me doesn’t run or piss his pants out of fear.
However, his fear isn’t doing him any favors because he doesn’t do either of what I’m thinking. No, the stupid man is frozen in fear. Paralyzed. And because of that his arms are locked around my body and his hand is frozen dangerously by the underside of my breast.
Oak’s eyes glance down to where his hand is and his jaw ticks. He stares there, looking as if he will do just exactly as he said, break his arms off.
Deep down I know that it isn’t right, for someone’s jealously wanting them to commit physical violence, but my fucking god does it turn me on, feminism be damned.
Oak tilts his head to the side as he assesses the man behind me with those arctic eyes. “If you value your life at all you’ll remove your fucking hands off of her and never breathe in her direction again.”
That, that raw dominance is exactly what I’m talking about.
It has my heart racing inside my chest like a stallion and my pussy throbbing with a desperate need.
“I-I didn’t mean any harm.We were only dancing,” the man stutters.
Oak narrows his eyes, regarding him still with that icy glare. “Three seconds, motherfucker. Three,” he begins the countdown and before he can tick down to the next second he takes the man’s hand off of me and breaks it. The man howls in pain as he scatters like leaves in the wind.
A shiver races down my spine despite the sweat that clings to my skin.
