Mister Distraction (Distraction #2) (28 page)

“Stay away from her, Chelsea. You have no idea what I am capable of.” I did my best impersonation of a grizzly bear, complete with a snarl at the end. She cowered only slightly, and then I saw a heated look in her eyes, followed by a sinister curl of her lip.

I scanned the room, trying to calm myself again. The horny men were all staring at the little redhead in front of me. I fixed my iron gaze on her so she knew I wasn’t playing any games, and I caught the flare of disobedience in her eyes.

“She’s my neighbor, Jason. Did you know that? And if I ever see her again, I will tell her everything. I will let her know how you fucked my mouth first, and then my hot cunt. She will know what a male whore you are. I’ll explain how you made your girlfriend watch. I might even let her know how I still touch myself at the thought of your large dick filling me.” I instinctively reached up and pulled her hair. Her lips closed immediately, and she moaned through gritted teeth. I glanced at another member.

“She’s a masochist, and she needs to be taught a severe lesson on provoking. Who wants to be her teacher?” My lips were stiff, and her knees buckled as I fisted her hair harder. Two familiar members stepped forward and gave me a curt nod before carrying her away.

Chapter Eighteen

I pushed my way into the Gentlemen’s Club. I stood in the shadows of the bar area. Katarina was in my direct vision, but my legs wouldn’t move. The surge of emotion that continued to roll through me—anger, relief, desperate obsession, and vulnerability—wouldn’t stop.
What would happen if she did leave?
I couldn’t hide how I felt for her, or how she affected me. I didn’t want to. She was mine, and she held my heart. Mike, the bartender, approached me.

“She won’t even look at me. I have offered drinks, but she just ignores everyone.” He was staring in her direction as he spoke.

“Thanks, Mike. Would you mind trying one more time? This time, walk over there, open a bottled water right in front of her, and leave it. She’ll drink it. I promise.” He nodded and went back to the bar, snatched a bottled water from the fridge behind him, and continued walking all the way to her spot at the end of the bar. He did as I asked and opened it, and then set it directly in front of her. He didn’t stop. He just dropped it off and kept moving. She swiped up the bottle and drank it down immediately. I smiled and my whole body relaxed. Her eyes glanced around the room, but her body’s posture never changed. She remained indifferent to the sights. I thought once she saw this side of me, the perverted side, that she would be disgusted, but she held no emotion for it at all. Alex approached me from the side.

“So that’s her, huh?” I shot him a look of gratitude.

“Thanks, man. I appreciate everything.”

“No problem. I think now we need to play a little.” He eyed my princess and his lips curved up, making my heart drop.

"
Fuck no!
” I refrained from punching him for suggesting such a thing.

“All right, calm the fuck down. I won’t touch her, but how about giving her a slight temptation.” I looked at him, and silent laughter filled my lips.

“She’s tough, Alex. She won’t even indulge you.” His eyes left her and found mine.

“A challenge, then. I get a kiss if I win. Not from you, from her. If she’s willing, of course.” He loosened and removed his bowtie, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his dress shirt. He stuffed his tie in his jacket pocket. I wanted to kick the shit out of him just for having an unlimited amount of sexual confidence. My eyes darted to the beauty at the end of the bar. I held so much faith in her.

“All right, but just because you saved my ass. After she blows you off, we’re even.” I gritted my teeth at my choice of words, taming my temper. He gave me his arrogant, overconfident smile, and I knew he was seconds away from eating a piece of humble pie.

He stuck his hand out to shake on it, but I stepped back and crossed my clenched fists over my chest. I had a strong urge to beat the smirk off his face. I tried reminding myself he was my best friend, and Katarina was the toughest of all cookies.

He disappeared down the bar and nabbed a seat right next to her. Trevin appeared out of nowhere, and Alex nodded to the end of the bar where I held up my hand, letting Trevin know Alex was okay to approach her. The bartender set a drink in front of Alex. Alex turned all his attention towards Katarina, but she denied him even the courtesy of acknowledging him. He touched her, and just from watching her reaction, you’d think his hand was made of fire. She yanked away and gave him a cold bitch stare. I felt a triumphant smile graze my lips. She held up her other hand, still attached with the handcuffs, and in demonstration of the tight fit, she jerked it twice. His charming smile deepened, and he took her sassy mouth as a challenge. I watched him begin to
seduce her, and she completely hated it. He was trying too hard, going in for the kill, but she wasn’t that kind of girl. She wasn’t dazzled by good looks or fake charm. I observed her body language, and could tell the precise moment he lost her. She narrowed her blue eyes and looked away, frustration oozing from her rigid movements. He leaned into her, whispering something in her ear, and there was rage in her eyes as she shoved him away. He laughed, saying a few more things before looking in my direction.

Katarina’s eyes followed his as I emerged from the shadows. She was like a puppy seeing its master after a long day. Her enthusiasm showed in her beaming eyes, and her body shook with anticipation of my touch. I rounded the bar with my own victory smile gracing my wet lips.

“She’s a tough one. You’ll have to tell me how you landed that one. I owe you a beer. I thought I could seduce anyone. There’s a first time for everything, right?” I stuck my hand out to Alex, the big fat loser. Then I moved quickly to uncuff Katarina as she processed my handshake.

“Jason, you know him?” The light bulb went on in her head and she continued, “Risky game, Riggs.” I laughed; I had to. My heart was filled with…joy. She was mine; her body and mind knew it already. Katarina needed a reward, a reminder of how good we were together.

I lifted her body, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me, squeezing. Her arms snuggled tightly around my neck. She wasn’t going anywhere if she could help it, and that was fine by me. I pressed my urgent mouth to hers and devoured it. Her lips eased open and I was instantly connected to her in the most comforting way, but it was
her
comforting
me
. She let me breathe from her mouth, my princess. She let me dominate her in this way without protest, without question. I eased away slowly, letting her catch a break after minutes of kissing. I knew she needed to breathe. It was in that moment she grabbed me and drew her own comfort from me. It was paradise. I rested my forehead to hers, wanting to remember this moment forever, and I said a quick thank you to God, the universe, and any helping angel. She let go of her snug hold around my neck and slid her hand over my dress shirt, stopping at my heart. My eyes locked with hers, and it was like she already knew that
she possessed it. I felt my heart speeding up, trying to communicate a message directly to her fingertips. She slipped her delicate hand under my shirt, and the direct contact to my skin made my heart thunder. Her eyes filled instantly with kind, tender love. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I moved her hand away and carried her to a table far away from the bar, our own private place where no one would interrupt us.

“Did she hurt you?” I had to know. Bettina was a vengeful bitch, and her freedom would change immediately if I found out Katarina was harmed.

“No. She drugged me, but didn’t hurt me.” She was such a badass. She just rested in my arms, so strong, so confident. She didn’t overdramatize, and didn’t try to feed into my fury. I loved that. She attempted to wiggle out of my arms, but it was too soon. I just got her back, and I needed to hold what was mine for a little while longer.

“Please, don’t move. I need this right now.” I waited until the seriousness of what I was saying was understood, and then continued, “I need everyone here to know you belong with me. You have no idea how bad I want to take you over to that table and fuck you. I want to fuck you in front of everyone. Do you hear me? I want the world to see me mark you.” I squeezed her tighter, trying to mold my body into hers, and buried my nose in the spot between her neck and shoulder to inhale the delicious scent of her skin. It instantly relaxed me.

“All right, so let’s go. You can put me on any table and have sex with me. Jason, you don’t scare me.” She had no idea who I was, or what I was capable of. An evil laugh slipped from my lips and I shook my head, trying again to find the calm, the serenity, in this fucked up place.

“You have no idea what you’re saying, rabbit. This is not sex. I want to fuck you raw in front of everyone. You would feel me in you for days. My mark would not go away. You would be walking in the grocery store and still feel me between your legs. Not a tingle, an ache. I won’t do that to you. You’re different.” Katarina’s body stiffened, and she tried to pull away. It was like she was suddenly offended, and I questioned why she wouldn’t just let me protect her. Why did she try so hard to prove how brave she was?

“Are you scared you might break me?”
Always
, I wanted to say. I was always scared that I’d break her, or that she’d crush me. She burrowed closer into me, almost as if she could read my insecure thoughts.

“Katarina, you and I are already broken. Fucking you in front of everyone is not going to fix the broken parts. I am all for pushing your limits, but not here, not like this. Besides, I know you will run afterwards, and I really don’t want you to do that.” I meant it, all of it.

“Would she see us?” It was clear to me that it was Bettina she was referring to.

“I think she is waiting for it. I think they all are. They want to see me react. They took what is most precious to me, and they are all waiting for me to go animalistic crazy on them.” She was quiet after that, and I wished silently that I could read that busy mind of hers. It grew so quiet between us, and her breathing evened out. I knew she must have fallen asleep. What a powerful feeling it was having her trust me so much. She was completely relaxed in my arms.

Alex sat down next to me and talked in a muffled tone meant only for my ears.

“She looks really familiar. What’s her full name?” I thought about lying, or diverting the conversion, but Alex was way too smart to fall for that.

“Her name is Katarina Covington.” I bent down and smelled her clean hair.

“I knew she looked familiar. Do you know who her father is? Do you remember that party in LA? The crazy orgy party…I think it was Halloween.” He was suddenly full of life, like a kid on Christmas morning.

“No and no.” I hated that he knew her.

“Her father has been a member of the Gentlemen’s Club forever. I was at the club in LA one time with him and his wife. She’s a real beauty. She has identical eyes to Katarina. He’s private with her, but that night, he joined in on a couple scenes. His motions are quick, rough, and precise. He says that girls are made weaker nowadays, and needed to learn to take more pain. His words were, ‘Life is full of pain.’ He’s a real prick. His wife talked with me briefly while I was at the bar. He was busy,
but the moment he found her talking with me, she was punished. He blindfolded her for the rest of the night. He tied her hands together too, and for the whole night, every time I went near her, he spanked her. I don’t know… the whole thing was really intense. Jason, it’s not the same spankings we give…it was pure anger.” Alex shook his head and took a long swig of his beer. “Her brother, Luke Covington, he’s the same kind of intense prick. He threw this huge orgy and invited all kinds of models. It was a little over the top, no control; everyone was on something, more like an out of control frat party. I made efforts to talk with him, but he snubbed me.” He grabbed his bottle again, glanced at Katarina curled up in my arms, and then tossed back the rest of the beer. He clanked his empty bottle on the table when he finished and I eyed Katarina but she didn’t budge.

I was speechless at his words. He could’ve had the wrong fucked up family. She came from money, but her brother’s name was Brian, not Luke.