Trent
ISTARED AT THE MOTHERFUCKERwho’d dared to touch Rika. My deathly grip twisted his shirt, choking and keeping him upright. “You chose the wrong fucking woman to mess with, fucker.” I swung my other arm wide, letting my fist connect repeatedly with his face. Next to me, Ashrika gasped. Ignoring her, I dropped the bastard, his head hitting the floor with a resounding knock. Blood spurted from his nose and busted lips. I didn’t give a fuck. “Who the fuck gave you permission to touch her,” I punctuated each word with a crunching slam to his face. His hands shot up, trying to defend himself, screaming incoherently. Another couple of heavy hits and the man looked likely to pass out.
People stepped aside, creating room around the fucker when a bouncer, twice my size, moved in. “It’s okay, man.” He touched my shoulder. I was surprised by his agreeable smile, given I’d just fucked the shit out of a patron. Why wasn’t he nailing my ass to the floor for causing a scene? My expression must’ve conveyed my confusion because he said, “regular troublemaker.” Still, I wasn’t convinced. His calm didn’t resonate with me. I’d seen security go apeshit on patrons that caused a problem. Before I could say anything, he gestured to Rika. “Check on your lady friend, I’ve got this.”
Wiping my bloodied hands on the asshole’s shirt, I stood. The bouncer grabbed the guy by the arm and yanked him to his feet. His face covered in blood, he peered at me, his attempt at a glare, pathetic. “Yeah, remember my face, fucker,” I sneered. He teetered unsteadily, trying to say something but the bouncer led him away. I watched until they disappeared then swung around to face Rika. Part of me angry she’d allowed herself to get caught in that trap while the other half argued it wasn’t her fault. She flinched and I cursed before relaxing my clenched jaw into a smile. “Are you okay?” She blinked a couple of times as if trying to understand me. I frowned. Either she was terrified out of her mind or drunk, I stepped closer. “Did he hurt you, Rika?” I asked, as I slowly scanned her body, looking for hints of discomfort.
She shook her head. “Can I kiss you?”
I breathed a sigh of relief. The tension left my body as my frown dissolved into laughter. “You’re drunk, sweetheart.”
She pursed her lips, shaking her head, easily reminding me of Neha when she was trying hard to hide something she couldn’t. “Nope.” Unsteady, she pushed away from the wall, threw her arms around my neck, and rubbed herself against my body. “Did anyone ever tell you what a sexy as fuck man you are?” she slurred.
I was tempted to record her brazen behavior just to see her squirm when I showed it to her. Laughing, I scooped her up into my arms and she let me. “Did he hurt you?” I repeated. Instead of an answer, she leaned her head against my shoulder, her smile disarmingly sweet. “Are you sure?” I figured she’d feel the aftereffects tomorrow. Not only of the alcohol but any injury he might’ve inflicted on her body. I prayed for that man’s sake there wasn’t any—I’d track him down if I had to.
I scanned her body once more to ascertain for myself, my eyes devouring her unfamiliar dress sense. I’d only ever seen her fully covered at the restaurant, nothing this revealing. Her outfit was sexy, her ‘fuck me heels’ even more so, yet neither held a candle to her face, beautiful, flushed, and glowing with raw desire.
“I’m sure,” her soft words brushed my neck.
When I headed for the rear door black-suited security held it open, and she snuggled her head into the crook of my neck, smelling like fresh jasmine. I steeled myself against the effect it was having on my senses, not realizing she was conducting her own sensory exploration of me.
“God, you smell so fucking good.” She pulled in a deep inhale through her nose. I grinned, liking this version of her. “I could lick you right now,” she followed the startling statement by running the tip of her tongue along my collar bone. I froze. She lifted her head slightly, emeralds sparkling with blatant lust, met mine. “Kiss me, please.”
My breathing sped up, wishing I could take advantage. Just one kiss, one taste. “You’re drunk, Rika,” I muttered through clenched teeth and resumed walking.
She palmed my cheek as I reached the car. “Would you fuck me if I asked nicely?”
I must have looked stupefied—only because her words were nipping at my restraint—and her pink lips parted on a lazy exhale before the tip of her tongue snuck out to rim the plump flesh, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.Fuck.Was it wrong that I wanted my cock in her mouth right now? Wanting that tongue to stroke my over-sensitive head before I hit the back of her throat and fucked it until she gagged on my cum. I drew in a sharp breath, glad she couldn’t see that my jeans had grown a little too tight.
“Do you fuck hard?” Her gaze dropped to my lips, greed painting a small smile around her lips. “My friends say you’re probably into the kinky stuff. You know, dominant in the bedroom, pussy slapping, hair pulling. Maybe whips and chains too. Would you show me, if you are?”
Stunned speechless, I barked out a laugh and then stepped back to let the car doors open upward, before bundling her into the seat, glad she didn’t say anything further and relieved for the silence that followed. There was only so much temptation my hard- as-fuck dick could endure. I eased her seat back a little and her gaze met mine with a soft sigh. A second later, her dark lashes fluttered downward, kissing her cheeks and hiding those brilliant eyes. But a part of me wondered if she would ever remember what we once had.
When the door closed, I rubbed my jaw debating whether to take her home or back to my place. The aroused part urged me to take her to my apartment knowing I’d fuck her raw until I couldn’t stand. The logical part, the one without a demented fucking cock directing it, pushed for me to take her home, to leave her in Zayne’s capable hands. And as much as I hated that notion, I finally settled on it and rounded the car to my side.
“Is she okay?” Tia’s soft question pulled me out of the carnal argument with myself.
I swung around. She stood on the curb, biting her lip. Surprisingly, she appeared a lot less drunk than her friend. Either she hadn’t drunk as much as Rika or she could handle her liquor. “Why the fuck did you leave her alone?” I lashed out, my arousal forgotten.
She reared back, her expression floundering between remorse and fear. “He promised she wouldn’t get hurt.”
Frowning, I waited for her to elaborate. When I got nothing, I narrowed my eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I snarled. Considering I almost killed the bastard, I balled my fists to keep from reaching out. “Who promised? The fucker who almost raped her?”
She slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry.” She spun on her heels and hurried off before I could say anything further.
Glaring after her retreating figure, I shook my head, questioning her behavior. Tia didn’t strike me as someone who’d intentionally leave a friend in the hands of a fucking pervert. Since meeting her, she’d come across as someone who cared for Rika. Drunk or not, she could’ve been a little more attentive toward her friend. Although I remained doubtful it was deliberate, something just didn’t sit right with me, but I couldn’t pinpoint the niggle. Was Zayne aware of Tia’s fuck up? If he wasn’t, how would he react if he found out? Pulling in deep breaths to curb my anger, I slid behind the wheel. Next to me, Rika’s soft snore made me smile. Reaching out, I tucked a stray strand behind her ear. She shifted slightly, making soft noises as though displeased with the disturbance. I had the sudden urge to pull her into my arms, to hold her tight and never let go. The interruption of my ringing phone yanked my gaze away.
I answered, “Yeah?”
“Is she hurt?” Zayne’s hard voice came across the line. Had Tia called him?
“No. Can’t say the same for that fucker though.”
“Good,” he said, his tone more relief than gratified.
