He made her feel alive, like what she’d been thinking her life was this whole time was nothing but a dream … a lie. She had loved her parents, cared about her fiancé, too.
But they’d caged her in, so to speak, making her feel like her life was nothing more than something for them to mold, to shape into what they saw.
Even now, after she’d been with Vengeance, her body lit up just thinking about him, the area between her thighs sore, sensitive. He’d been so big, so thick and long. He’d made her feel like she’d been splitting in two, but only in the best of ways.
Her phone vibrated and she pulled it out of her smock and glanced at it. The message was from Vengeance, and she couldn’t help but smile, the pleasure filling her.
I miss you. Let me take you out tonight.
Of course what she thought about was dinner and a movie. But she also wanted his hard body on hers, his masculinity making her feel feminine.
She typed out a reply, saying she wanted to see him too, but she wanted to see him first, to take that initiative. What would he say if she just showed up at his club, made that extra step to show him she was serious about this … about them?
Constance looked up where the club was, not knowing if this was smart or dumb, but she wanted to be the one who was strong and who went after what she wanted.
And that’s Vengeance.
“Yo, some female is here for you,” Weasel said.
Vengeance glanced up from some of the paperwork he was looking over for Demon. “What?” He felt his brows draw down. “Who?” There shouldn’t have been anyone here to see him, least of all a woman.
“Yeah, pretty little thing. Looks like she might be blind in one eye, because it looks off.”
Vengeance stood, his heart thundering.
Constance.
He wanted to see her, but not here, not like this. The club could get gritty, crude, lewd. He wanted to protect her, shield her from the life he led.
The club life could be hardcore as fuck, and she was so soft and innocent, sweet and kind. God, how did an asshole like him get such a perfect woman in his life?
“Where is she?” he asked Weasel.
“Main room. I think one of the club girls, or a prospect, was going to talk to her.”
That’s fucking great, and not a disaster waiting to happen.
11
“You came here?” Vengeance asked.
Constance took a deep breath. “Surprise. I—I wanted to see you. I hope that’s not too forward, or is it? I don’t know. I’m not. Wow, this seems really stalker-like, right? I didn’t think of this while I was on my way here. You must be really embarrassed.” She was so nervous. “This place is totally awesome, just so you know.” Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t believe that she had taken the risk in coming here. This was not like her, not at all, and right now she was slowly freaking out, which again wasn’t good.
“Come here,” he said, taking hold of her hand and pulling her forward. The instant that he touched her, everything seemed to fall into place. It was like he grounded her fears and made everything seem right once again. “Stop panicking.”
“Is it stalkerish?”
“I don’t think you’ll be the first girl to arrive at the clubhouse, and I know for a fact you won’t be the last. I’m also talking about my other club brothers’ women. Don’t worry. I kind of like this. What did you do?”
“I looked you up on the net, and yeah, I decided I’d give you a surprise instead.”
“Is this because people close to you are talking?”
She shook her head. “Well, they’ve all had their say. They’ve told me to think about what my parents would think, and so on, but I don’t want to think about that. I’m tired of thinking about that. How do you handle people judging you for what you’ve done?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I’m in a club, and we are always judged on what we’ve done and not done. I just don’t give a fuck about it.”
“Teach me.”
“You want me to teach you how not to give a fuck?”
“Yes. Don’t you think that would work?” she asked. All she wanted to do was to spend time with someone who wasn’t constantly watching her, waiting for her to have a meltdown and screw up. She placed her hands on his chest, over his leather jacket, and marveled at how strong and powerful he felt in her arms. “I’ve missed you.”
“I had club business.”
“That’s fine. I’m not complaining at all.” She stared at his lips and nibbled on hers. “Will you kiss me?”
He chuckled. “Rule one of not giving a shit. Don’t ask. There’s always a chance that someone would say no.”