Mine to exact vengeance on.
Mine to…
Fuck.
I shifted when another boy came up to the line.
“Hey, Raleigh,” the boy said.
I turned my glare on him as she responded, her voice surprisingly soft sounding, almost lyrical.
“Hey, Dylan.”
The boy opened his mouth to say something else when he noticed my gaze. He blanched and took a step back.
I wondered if he’d recognized me.
There weren’t many pictures of me out there, and what the press had gotten were crappy shots at best.
Which was the way I preferred it.
Most news outlets in California were bought, bribed, or threatened by Dominic.
I doubted the boy recognized who I was, but he obviously recognized my angry, possessive, dark look.
I smiled at him, and he swallowed.
“I’ll… uh, see you later, Ryleigh.”
Oh good. He was leaving.
“Aren’t you going to buy coffee?” Raleigh asked with a frown.
He stuttered some response I didn’t care to hear as he stumbled his way out.
From the corner of the cafe, Kai let out a booming laugh.
I ignored him and watched Ryleigh move up the line, my gaze homing down to her ass.
Fuck.
I could feel my dick twitching in my pants, and I wondered how well she would take to me spanking her.
I had big hands, no doubt I could really hurt her, but that wasn’t what I wanted to do.
No, I just wanted to bring a little bit of pain and a hell of a lot of pleasure.
So much fucking pleasure.
I shifted on my feet.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I shook my head and listened as she put in her order. “A caramel macchiato, please.”
Fuck, the way she did something as simple as ordering her coffee was getting to me.
She walked to the waiting area, and I placed my order.