Page 60 of Ravaged By a Devil

"Get away from that table, Alexis," I rumble into the mic, my voice sharp and final. "Right now. Do not go back over there."

I know I probably will hear more if she stays, but I really cannot stand it anymore. I’m so close to destroying everything.

Through the crowd, I catch the slight tilt of her head as she rolls her eyes at me. But she obeys, stepping back from the booth with a polite smile, making a smooth excuse about having to check on another section.

Thankfully, there's only an hour left in her shift, and she manages to stay completely out of Nolan’s sight for the rest of it. Nolan and his brothers finish their drinks and pull out of the club thirty minutes later. Only when the front doors close after them does the blinding red haze in my vision finally begin to clear.

Five minutes after they clear out, Alexis weaves her way through the remaining crowd, heading straight toward my dark booth carrying a fresh glass of bourbon on a small silver tray.

I track every inch of her movement, my blood still running scorching hot, a lethal combination of raw fury and thick, unyielding lust hardening my cock against my pants.

She glides up to the table, setting the tumbler down right in front of me with a soft clink of glass.

"You sounded pretty jealous over that wire, Cain," she murmurs, leaning slightly over the table, her dark eyes glinting with pure, teasing mischief.

"I don't get jealous," I growl, taking a long, slow sip of the liquor without breaking eye contact.

Alexis leans closer, her pink lips curving into a wicked little smirk. "Right. That's why I could literally hear you grinding your teeth through my earpiece every time I smiled at him."

The air between us turns instant, suffocating fire. My hand shoots out across the smooth wood, my fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her just an inch closer until she can feel the wave of heat rolling off my skin.

"When your shift ends in twenty minutes, you go straight to my car," I command. "The doors are unlocked. Sit inside and wait for me."

She tilts her chin up, her pulse fluttering wild under my thumb, but she doesn't try to pull away. "Oh? And where are we going?"

"To my house," I snap softly, tightening my grip for one second before letting her go, letting the promise of my unspoken words hang between us.

Alexis bats her long lashes at me, a slow, gorgeous smile spreading across her lips as she steps back out of my reach, smoothing down her skirt.

"I’ll think about it," she whispers, turning on her heel and melting back onto the club floor.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

ALEXIS

The interior of Cain's car is dark, quiet, and smells completely of him—leather, cedarwood, and that underlying hint of dangerous spice that always makes my pulse race.

I know I should be heading back to my own apartment. My shift ended ten minutes ago, and my bed is waiting for me. I don't even fully understand why I'm sitting here, but as I trace my thumb over the leather upholstery, I know deep down I couldn't have brought myself to leave if I tried.

I want this. I want the thick, suffocating tension that’s been brewing between us all night, and more than anything, I want the raw, wild heat I saw burning in his eyes when he gripped my wrist back at the table.

Through the tinted glass, I catch sight of his towering shadow stepping out from the front doors of The Blackwood. He moves toward the car with that slow, deliberate stride, broad shoulders squared, looking entirely lethal against the midnight backdrop.

He pulls open the driver’s door, slides his massive frame into the seat, and slams it shut before kicking the engine to life. He doesn't say a word. He just grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white, his sharp jaw locked tight.

He is absolutely tense, radiating waves of pure, coiled energy—and a sharp, thrilling shiver runs all the way down my spine. He was jealous. Watching me smile at Nolan Devlin drove him out of his mind, and the realization makes my blood hum.

Does he feel possessive of me? What does that even mean for a man like him?

Neither of us utters a single word for the entire twenty-minute drive back to his estate. The silence inside the cabin is electric and charged with everything we're holding back.

The second we walk through the front door of his house, Cain tosses his keys onto the entry table with a harsh clatter. He stands there in the foyer, his posture stiff as a board, staring straight ahead as if he's actively trying to keep himself from snapping.

I can't help it. I roll my eyes at his ridiculous, unyielding rigidity, a slow, teasing smile curving my lips as I step into his path.

"Are you going to keep standing there like a statue, or are you going to admit how insanely jealous you were tonight?" I ask smoothly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Cain's head turns slowly toward me, his dark eyes flashing with a sudden, dangerous intensity that could melt steel.