He wondered what Ursula was doing. Would she be sleeping by her jerk-ass boyfriend?
Stop thinking this shit. She’s not yours.
I don’t want her to be mine.
No? Then why are you thinking about her?
“Hey, Stephen. When are you taking a woman to Ravage to share?” Sean asked.
He glared at all of them. The thought of another man touching Ursula sent the blood pounding through his veins. No man would touch her except him.
She isn’t yours.
But she’s going to be.
At the last thought, the demon inside him began to calm down. He couldn’t describe what was happening. Seeing her with someone else would set him off. He knew it.
“You know, Ursula is one hot woman. Did you see the size of her tits?” Tate said.
Stephen clenched his hands around the cup holding his coffee. None of them were allowed to look at her body.
“I bet she’d be one wild ride in the bedroom. She must have a nice, tight pussy. She doesn’t look like the kind of woman to let too many men close.”
The anger went to boiling point inside him. His whole body was shaking. They would not talk about Ursula like that. Didn’t they have any respect? He noticed Cadeon hadn’t spoken. Cadeon’s stare was pissing Stephen off.
“I can imagine sinking my dick into her—”
Stephen’s cup shattered on the table top, and he lunged for Tate. Sean and Lucas stopped him with their hands on his arms holding him back. Cadeon moved closer.
“Do you feel the burn? The gut-clenching agony of thinking of another man touching her? Do you feel the need to claim her to make sure no man can mistake who she belongs to?” Cadeon asked.
Stephen was breathing hard to try to control himself. Staring at Tate he saw the other man smirk.
“No offense, Stephen. Ursula is hot, but I love Rebecca. I don’t want your woman. We were trying to show you how you felt.”
“I don’t feel like that. I don’t like you talking shit about her.” He denied everything coursing through him. For so long he’d believed he didn’t feel any part of the possession the other men at the club felt. The sound of his phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. “I’ve got to get that.”
Lucas and Sean let him go, slowly. He would have loved to clock them one. Instead, he grabbed his phone, flicking it open. He didn’t recognise the number.
“Hello,” he said.
“Stephen, is that you?” Ursula asked.
“What’s the matter?” He knew if she was calling it couldn’t be good.
“Do you remember your offer?”
“Yes.”
Yelling came over the line followed by an unmistakable shout from Ursula screaming to be left alone.
“Would you come and get me? Paul took the next step, and I don’t know how long the lock is going to keep on the door.”
“I’m on my way. I know where you live. You don’t need to tell me your address.”
“Hurry. And don’t phone the police. I don’t want them to know.”
“They might be alerted already if he’s causing enough problems,” Stephen said.
“I know, but if they haven’t been alerted then please don’t. I don’t want that kind of attention. Please, hurry and stop pissing about.” She clicked off, making him laugh even though he shouldn’t. “I’ve got to go.”
“What’s going on?” Sean asked.
“Ursula’s in trouble. I’m going to go help her.”
“I’ll come with you,” Sean and Lucas said together.
“I’ve got to get home,” Cadeon said.
Tate and Kevin made their excuses before leaving. Stephen didn’t argue and let Sean and Lucas follow behind him. The journey was short as he broke most of the speeding laws to get to her. If he found her in any other state than perfect he’d kill the bastard. Her apartment didn’t have a machine to buzz him in. He opened the door, which was unlocked, and ran up the stairs to her door. Stephen had memorised her address when she’d given it to him for work.
Sean and Lucas were behind him as he knocked. Seconds later he came face to face with her boyfriend. He wore a stained white vest, his belly causing the bottom to ride up. Looking up, Stephen saw he was unshaven and looked ready to do violence.
Stephen clenched his fists ready to pummel the bastard. This man had mistreated his woman. He’d lost any right to call himself a man. As he went to throw the first swing, Lucas stopped him. “We’re not here to deal with him.”
“What do you want?” Paul said, running his hand over his nose. Stephen was repulsed by the sight of him. He pushed the man out of the way calling Ursula’s name. “Ursula, it’s Stephen. Come out.” The door in the corner looked positive. He stood in the doorway as she was walking around the bed.