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But the second I found

Mia—the second she saw the look on my face—I knew she had plans of her own, and before I could even open my mouth to insist, “We need to leave,” she took both my hands and pulled me in to dance with her and the two guys from the bar. And before I knew what was happening, I was letting loose, saying fuck it with my whole body and dancing everything away.

First with Mia, then with her and the guys, then finally with just one of the guys as we officially paired off for the night. The hurt, the rejection, the stupid, childish tears—they all faded slowly but surely as I felt the tequila seeping into my bloodstream and the music pulsing through my body.

I could feel the laser heat of eyes pinned on me from the bar, but with my own eyes closed, I refused to look back. Instead, I reveled in my stranger’s hands rubbing up and down my sides, his fingertips teasing the bottoms of my breasts as I rolled my head back onto his shoulder. Dancing against his warm body, I let myself get lost in the feeling of being wild for once. The thrill of being treated like a woman and having my body finally touched all over like this. I was like a ball of pent-up arousal, all hot and sweaty. Thrumming with anger and desperately aching for release.

It was why I gladly agreed by the time the guys suggested we take it to some hotel.

Something about a “sick rooftop.” An infinity pool. I was barely listening because my stranger had just squeezed my ass with both hands and murmured something dirty in my ear. Mia didn’t even hear it but it made her squeal with delight, and next thing I knew, we were all staggering outside, piling into a car.

The music and AC were already blasting, and I felt a full-body rush as I slid into the back, the last one in. Right away, my stranger’s hand found my thigh, and Mia let out an exuberant whoop as I closed the car door.

But I had barely slammed it shut before it opened again.

My heart stopped like a rock in my chest as I looked to the side, processing the sight of Iain’s shiny leather shoes before I heard his two-word command.

“Get out.”

8

HOLLAND

“Iain!”

My heels scraped the pavement as he held his grip firm on my arm, marching me from the car like a teenager caught sneaking out with her friends. People stared as we passed, and my cheeks burned as he hauled me toward the side of the building.

“Iain, what are you doing?”

The second we were around the corner, he pinned me hard against the wall.

“I should ask you the same,” he growled, his chest nearly touching mine. My breath trembled in my throat as I absorbed the closeness of his body, and I did my best not to melt under the scrutinizing heat of his stare. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?” Iain demanded furiously, searching my eyes as if he could find the answer without my saying a word. “Do you even know his fucking name?”

I was speechless as for a moment, my senses drowned in his touch. His scent. The snarling ferocity in his voice, and the sight of that emerald gaze burning just inches from mine. He stood so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and it was impossible not to luxuriate in it. To get lost for a moment.

But then with a curl of my lip, I forced myself back to earth.

“What do you care?” I jerked my arm, wrestling in vain against his strength. “I’m just Adam’s annoying kid sister to you right? The last girl in the world you would ever want to fuck?”

Iain glared.

“Should,” he bit out with irritation. “You’re the last girl in the world I should ever want to fuck.”

Satisfaction unfurled in my belly at the sound of that semi-confession, but I didn’t let him off the hook.

“Right. Because I’m too young and innocent and naive for you. I got that,” I said, my voice like an audible eye roll as I finally yanked my arm out of his grip. “But if you’re too scared then at least let someone else do it, because I’ve been waiting a really long time and like it or not, I don’t need your permission to have sex. I already told you. I moved out here so I could finally do whatever I want, and what I want is for someone to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before in my life. I want someone besides me to make me come, and if it isn’t going to be you, it’s going to be that guy in the car, so either man up, Iain, or leave me the hell alone.”

My chest heaved by the time I was finished, and I forced myself to look Iain dead in the eye despite how intimidating he was as he towered over me, an entire wildfire blazing behind those green eyes. He was absolutely livid. Six feet and two inches of bottled-up fury.

But when he spoke, his voice was cold. Unfeeling.

“You want me to fuck you, Holland? Is that what you want?”

I wet my lips at the sound of those words from his mouth. I was pretty sure my thong was just a flimsy strip of soaked cotton between my legs now as I stared up and said, “Yes.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for here.”

“Except I do,” I countered straightaway. “I want you to take me home with you, Iain,” I said, pausing to let the words sink in. “I want you to take off my clothes.” I held his stare for a moment before dropping my gaze down to his package. “And I want to feel your cock inside me,” I finished softly, letting myself look a little longer and imagine just how big he was under there before I finally brought my attention back up to him.


Tags: Stella Rhys Irresistible Romance