Propped back against a lounge chair, Paxton soaks in the woman in front of him.
Who allowed this woman to drink so much?
It must be the alcohol in her blood that makes her do these stupid things. What else?
Her cheeks are flushed, her lips looking like moon slivers, her eyes liquid like the rain.
She lifts her arms up, and her chest moves as she moves, the globes of flesh barely contained in her dress.
Fucking dress.
She kicks the skirt to the side as she’s seemingly dancing for him, rolling her hips in a tease, showing him what no man should ever see outside the walls of a bedroom.
Her long legs make tension coil in my chest and ignite fire below my waist.
My fists clench.
What is she doing?
With a glint of lust in her eyes, and obscene promises dripping from her lips, her skin smooth like the stars, she moves as if she wants sex from him.
I wish there were a more elegant way to put it.
Her spine arches in a sophisticated tease as she beckons him to her, an irresistible smile on her lips.
She seems oblivious to her audience and has no clue that I’m standing here, watching her offering herself to Maclean.
Enthralled, he doesn’t give a fuck that she has the other men's eyes on her, crawling up and down, from the tips of her heels to the satin shorts, which barely cover her pussy.
What was she thinking when she picked up that dress?
A cold spilling of moonlight trickles down her chest, highlighting the smooth valley between her breasts, her navel,the waist made for grabbing, and the flush plane merging into the heated triangle between her legs that gives her so much trouble.
And then she presses herself into him.
My blood lurches through my veins, simmering up my chest, darkening my mind.
“Maclean,” I bark, heading in that direction, but not before I signal to my man to clear the patio and leave the premises.
They’ve all seen enough for the evening.
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LEIlANI
Momentsearlier
A smellof jasmine wraps around me, inebriating me even more as I stare at the water, with a smile on my face.
He’ll come. I’m sure he will.
A few seconds pass, and footsteps ring behind me, firm, paced, determined.
A heavy hand slides down my spine and stops at the small of my back.
Slowly, I turn around and wrap my arms around Paxton’s neck, a strong taste of revenge flowing through my senses.
Everything will go down in flames tonight.
