Married to the Bad Boy(34)
His voice strokes my ear. “Are you begging me for more, or do you want something specific from me?”
“Specifically, I want your cock. Inside me. Now.”
A small growl rumbles in his throat. “It’s rented for the night.”
My hand slides around the back of his neck. “Aren’t you tired of mediocre sex?”
His eyes lighten at that, and a smile spreads over his rugged face. “Who says I’m having mediocre sex?”
“Can that girl suck your dick like I can? Can she fuck you like I can?”
Tony’s smile never falters, but it darkens. His eyes are all over me.
“You’re fucking crazy, aren’t you?”
Lust heats his face until I can almost feel it radiating off his skin. My fingertips brush over his cock, and he suddenly grabs my arm. My heart leaps as he pulls me onto his lap and crushes his lips against mine.
It’s like instant electricity. It shocks me to feel the sudden rush of blood. Then my back hits the bar counter as his tongue slips into my mouth. I cling to his shoulders because all the energy evaporates from my limbs. I kiss him back and gasp as he grabs my tits, right in the middle of this bar. Everyone can see, but he doesn’t give a shit. He pulls back with a grin that sends a jolt of anxiety through my heart, and I realize I’ve just given myself to another monster.
He’s deadly. Just look at him.
“What the fuck!”
A shrill, feminine voice makes him break apart from me, but only barely. I taste the sweetness from his tongue, and I want more.
“Ah shit.”
“Putain de merde!” The tall brunette screams herself hoarse, looking mad with rage.
The whole bar turns their attention to the pretty girl, screaming her head off. They laugh behind their hands and even Tommy emerges from his office to see the commotion. He leans against the doorway, spotting me on Tony’s lap, and frowns.
My face burns as she turns away from us, angry tears glittering in her eyes as she stalks away. Another man attempts to comfort her, but she storms out of the bar.
Her tears give me a stab of guilt, but it dissolves when Tony turns back toward me with a shrug, extreme indifference all over his face.
“Well, I guess that makes your decision much easier.”
He takes my head in his hands. “This is all your fault.”
“Yeah, but I’m not sorry for that.”
Deep laughter shakes from his barrel-like chest, and my face flushes with pleasure. My hands play with the hair behind his neck. It’s just at a length where I can curl my fingers through his strands.
“Let’s get out of here.”
“Don’t you have work?”
“Fuck work.”
He smirks at that. “Ask Tommy if you can cut out early. I’ll wait.”
“You better.”
As I slide from his lap, I feel his hands on my ass. There are people watching us as he gives me a rough squeeze and then slaps me, sending me on my way. He winks at me when I turn around, and I feel like shrinking on the spot.
The men jeer after me as I enter the back and look for Tommy. He’s on the phone, a mess of paperwork scattered on his desk. He’s frowning.
“All right, I’ll—yeah. Thanks, Vince.”
At the mention of his name, fear stabs my chest. The high from successfully asking out Tony pops like a soap bubble, and a chill creeps up my arms.
Vincent. There’s only one that Tommy and I know.
He hangs up the phone and folds his hands into steeples, looking unhappy. “Listen, Vince just found out that one of his men was detained for resisting arrest. He doesn’t know why, but he wants one of us to bail him out. Whatever you’re going to do, you better do it fast.”
My face drains of color. “Thanks—I was going to leave with Tony. Is that all right?”
He looks like he wants to say something else, but he stops himself. “Yeah, okay.”
Shit. He’s getting bailed out a lot sooner than I thought.
I gather my things and head out, fixing a smile when I rejoin Tony at the bar. The sooner I ask him, the better. The tension in his face dissolves somewhat when I take his hand. A dark, searching look descends over him as he squeezes my fingers.
“Are you hungry? I was going to take that girl to dinner.”
Surprised, I look up at his expressionless face. “Yeah, a little.”
“Great. Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
He leads me out of the bar, holding the door open for me with a self-assured smile. God, the man exudes confidence. All of Dad’s men seemed like that, at first. It took a few months for me to realize the difference between confidence and cocky assholes flying off the handle at every perceived slight.
“So what kind of food do you like?”