Page 47 of Property of Fang
Fang exhales, gaze dipping to watch as I rub the moistened flesh together.
And then, as though reading my goddamn thoughts, as though we share the same fucked up intrusive desires, he leans down and sets his mouth to mine. Tasting. Curious. Hesitant.
The fuck is he thinking?
Both palms flat against his chest, I shove him—hard. “What the hell?”
The man lifts both palms to face me and takes a cocky step backward, gaze hard. Jaw set even harder.
“Why would you do that?” Despite what I say, my fingers brush my lips as though searching for evidence. Confirming itwasmadness to give in.
“You gave me all the fucking signals you wanted me to.” Fang shrugs, nonchalant but hurt, as though I bruised his pride by not wilting into his arms and succumbing to his charm.
Allowing him to play the hero.
Not that I can argue what he damn well says. Ididwonder how he’d taste.Wascaptivated by the heat of his skin so close to mine. But I can’t trust my own thoughts. My head is a fucking minefield of unanswered questions, naive beliefs, and desire born from the ache to be wanted. Loved.Valued.
I’m in no goddamn place to fuck around with a stranger. No matter how good-looking he is. Even if the guyismy twisted white knight and the momentary high would be an amazing escape from reality.
“You should have known better,” I grumble, aimlessly brushing off my clothes. Brushing the tingles his brief kiss elicited from my skin.
He watches me fuss, eyes critical, arms folded. “People will only put up with your shit for so long, Jenna.” The asshole takes a step forward, then another, stopping when my back hits the door again. “They’ll tiptoe around you for the next week or two while this whole thing is fresh, but give it time, and there’ll be more girls. More trauma that’s newer than yours. And you’ll find patience isn’t something you’re met with as often. You need to figure out what it is you want from us while you’re here. What you’re gonna give back too.”
“You’re a great life coach,” I snap. “You know that?”
“Telling it how it is over giving you false hope, darlin’.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He tilts his head, showcasing the sharp line of his jaw.
He’s still close enough that I inhale his intoxicating musk—all warm skin and spice. My body fucking reacts of its own volition.Traitor. “Because I’m not one of your baby mamas, Nibbles.”
He jerks his head back with an amused smirk. “One of?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t give me bullshit about how you’re a stand-up, loyal kind of guy.” I meet his predatory gaze, unblinking. “I think we both know that’s not true.”
He huffs a small laugh out his nose. “Everybody around here knows what to expect from me, Freckles. And everyone around here knows I have a daughter to theonebaby mama I messed up with.” Realization flashes in his eyes. “Is that what this is about? You saw my daughter downstairs, so this is, what, some jealous tantrum now that you know I’ve already been caught, tagged, and released?”
A snort rips free. “Are you fucking delusional?”His daughter isdownstairs?
“Am I right?”
I sidestep before I fulfill the urge to rub the sweater all over him to refresh the smell. “So far off it isn’t even funny. Not everything is about you, you know?”
“Shame.” He shrugs. “Would have been fun seeing how wild with jealousy you got if I was right.”
I spin, arm arcing before I think through the consequences, and slap the fucker. Hard.
He’s one of a kind, that much is true.
He raises a palm to the pinked flesh of his cheek. “You’re fucking lucky I don’t condone violence against women.”
“You’re fucking lucky I don’t call what you just did predatory behavior,” I spit back, moving away from the giant red flag. “You fucking let me out of a locked roomyesterdayafter I was trafficked, and all you can think to do to pass the time is fuck with my emotions. Fuck withme.” I drop a bitter laugh. “You’re a real piece of work, Fang. No wonder she released you.”
All traces of humor slide off his face, nose twitching slightly. “Nobody’s keeping you here, Jenna. You can leave any time you want.”
“Can I?” I narrow my gaze on the fucker. “You sure about that? You’re standing in the way of the door.” I lift an eyebrow.
