She chews on her bottom lip, and I pluck it from beneath her teeth. “You’ll get lipstick on your teeth. Be a good girl for me.”
Her eyes flash with arousal. “I will,” she promises, and her innocence draws me in and creates a possessiveness deep inside me. No one will ever hurt her. Her safety is my priority and always will be; it’s why I took so many steps for tonight.
It took a lot of work to create a simple route in and out of the club without the detection of my enemies or supposed allies.
“You look stunning, and I like the red.”
“Do you dress all your women in this?” She lifts a brow.
I don’t want to lie to her, but I don’t want to tell her thetruth either. “Not all of them, no.” A sadness fills her eyes, and I want to eradicate it, pull it from her until it leaves her body and mind untouched. But I don’t intend to show her the side of me I’m still trying to recognize myself. I take a step back and inflict her with the words I know will piss her off. “Just the lipstick. I like it smearing my cock when I face-fuck my whores.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” she says deadpan, then pushes past me and stops at the door while I focus on the carpet, hating the way this is going already. She craves normality, dates, and this is the best I can give her? Fucking pathetic.
“Can we leave now?” She clucks her tongue, and I roll my eyes before pulling open the door and taking her hand in mine. She struggles in a lame attempt to jerk away from me, but my grip tightens to the point she whimpers.
“Continue acting like a brat and I’ll drop you off at a different club that has a particular calling for it.”
She relaxes in my hold, and triumph floods me.
Jensen is waiting at the SUV when I open the front door, but Little Toy’s footing wavers on the first step, so I turn to see what’s wrong. My eyes roam over her face and down her body as she sucks in deep breaths of air.
“I haven’t been outside in a while.” Her emotion is obvious with how she struggles to speak, and something tugs in my chest. I make a mental note to ensure she has access to the garden.
“Sir? Are we ready to leave?” Jensen asks, checking his watch.
She moves toward the SUV, and I open the door for her, then round the vehicle to get in on the other side.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, brow furrowed.
“No,” I state.
He slaps me on the back. “She has your balls in a vise.”
I scoff loudly. “Doubtful.” It’s unheard of. There’s no way in hell a woman would have power over me. Over a Carrera.
“You keep telling yourself that.” He grins, and I want to rip out his jaw. He looks me up and down. “You’re thinking of killing me, aren’t you?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, at least wait until after she realizes it’s a strip club you’re taking her to on your first date. That way, I have some entertainment during my demise.” He beams.
“Where the hell was I supposed to take her?” I snap back, pissed he’s just now bringing up the location may be an issue.
“Somewhere romantic, Paris or something.” His eyebrows dance, and I stare back at him. Fucking Paris? He nods as if hearing my thoughts, and his beam broadens. He’s being serious. “Women like that shit.” He shrugs.
“Keep your fucked-up notions to yourself.” I open the door and slip inside, ignoring the way he snorts like an idiot.
I’m already breaking every unwritten rule I conjured up and live by. There’s no way in hell I’m giving more than this. I’ve never had a date in my entire life.
Little Toy will understand this and be grateful for what I offer. I’ll make her.
Chapter Thirty
Hevan
The drive over to the club is in silence. I don’t know what was said with Azrael and his bodyguard outside, but something turned his mood sour even more so than before.
When the SUV comes to a stop, the door is opened for Azrael, and for one fleeting moment, I’m terrified of him not returning.
