Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Nah, I want you,” he replied, yanking me the last few steps until I collided with his chest.
“This is not going to go well for you,” I tried again, twisting my arm out of his hand.
“Agree to disagree,” he replied easily.
“Yeah, that’s not how this works,” I snapped, done with his shit.
I’d grown up with a dad that taught me to take no shit, four older brothers, and about a million boy cousins. So, I’d been wrestling with males since I could walk. Unfortunately, I was pressed so tightly against him that I didn’t have a lot of room to move as he shifted us toward the wall of the clubhouse.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured, leaning toward me.
“You get your face anywhere near me and I’ll bite the shit out of you,” I warned, pushing at him.
“I could get into that.” He grinned.
Jesus, the guy was persistent.
I knew I couldn’t let him get me against the wall, because then I’d be stuck. Thankfully, he shifted just enough as he was maneuvering us that I could get an arm between us, and that was all I needed. Reaching down, I ignored his moronic groan of happiness as my hand grazed his belly. The high sound he made as I grabbed his balls and twisted filled me with satisfaction.
“When a woman says she’s not interested,” I said, taking a quick step back as I let go. “She means it, fuckwad.”
“You cunt,” he breathed. He was bent in half, one of his hands cupping his junk, but he still had the capacity to reach for me, and I could tell by the furious look on his face that he’d changed his mind about how the next few minutes would go.
That was when the fear finally kicked in. A little late, but whatever.
I jerked backward, losing my balance.
As my arms began to pinwheel, very familiar hands wrapped around my waist and set me further away from the asshole. He’d straightened up, but one of his hands was still cupping his junk as he glared.
“You good?” Cian asked quietly.
He’d turned his back completely on the guy, unconcerned.
“I’m fine,” I said, tugging my shirt straight as I glanced over his shoulder. The stranger was still staring at me like a psycho.
Cian’s eyes roamed over my face for a moment, and he ran a thumb over my cheek before he turned back to the guy.
“Bitch tried to fuckin’ castrate—” Those were the only words that made it out of Dancing Boy’s mouth before Cian’s fist connected with his face.
I watched, flinching as every punch landed with unerring accuracy. It wasn’t even a fight. Cian handed out a well-deserved beating like it was his job. Maybe it was—I wasn’t super clear on his role in the club.
“Cian,” I called, too freaked out to move any closer as the man fell. “Cian, that’s enough.”
My words must’ve penetrated, because the man I’d been circling for the last year lifted both hands in front of him as he took a step back.
“Overstayed your welcome. Soon as you can move, get the fuck off this property,” he said, his voice low as he kicked the guy for good measure. “I see you again, this’ll feel like a fond memory.”
“I was handling it,” I said as Cian stomped angrily back toward me.
“Let’s go,” he growled, lacing his fingers with mine. He tugged me back toward the sleeping area. “Where’s your tent?”
The men who’d been watching the area were nowhere to be seen, but I knew they couldn’t have gone far. If they left their posts, they’d be in deep shit.
“I have no idea,” I replied, stumbling after him. “I was looking for it.”
“Looked like you were hookin’ up with some dipshit from Arizona,” he snapped, yanking at my hand.
“Fuck off,” I hissed, digging my heels in as I twisted my fingers away from his. I glared at the side of his face. “He followed me outside like an asshole.”
“Why the fuck are you outside by yourself?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I be?”
“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” he barked, leaning forward.
My eyes widened in surprise and everything inside me went quiet. We’d fought before—that happened when you put two stubborn people in close proximity—but he’d never called me names. “You want to repeat that?”
“We’ve got six different clubs on the property. Only half of those are boys we can trust, the others are allies in the absolute fuckin’ loosest sense of the word,” he replied through his teeth, the muscle in his jaw flexing. “And you’re gettin’ hammered and wanderin’ outside alone in the dark.”
“Well, maybe if you guys told me anything, I’d know that I should be steering clear of—”
“Common sense should tell you that.” He cut me off, staring at me in disbelief. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”
“Oh my god,” I ground out. “Fuck you, Cian.”