Obsession (Magnetic Desires Book 4) Read Online Free Page B

the bathroom to take a leak.
    Standing at the urinals, one hand planted on the wall above his head to keep his drunken ass sway from taking him to the ground, was the shit stain I’d never wanted to see again. Tamping down on the surge of anger that rose up, I stalked over to relieve myself.
    “Knight. That pretty little whore of yours around tonight?” He sneered as he pissed on his boots. Funny how he could barely get the words out around his alcohol thickened tongue, but he could remember who the hell I was.
    “Fuck off, Rabid.” I finished off and tucked my cock back in my pants. There was no point in rehashing the night I’d found him with his dick inside my girl. I’d been ready to destroy him, but the guilt in her eyes before she turned away from me had been enough to tell me she knew what she was doing. Every muscle in the back of my neck and along my jaw tightened, and my fists itched to land in his face. That had been my fault, my doing, but it still filled me with nausea, cutting me apart. Turning away from him, I went back to the bar.
    “You want another?” Angel rested her elbows on the scarred wood in front of me as I took my seat. “Maybe scotch this time?”
    “What’s with the fucking scotch, Angel? I haven’t drunk it in years.”
    “You might want to tonight.”
    Behind us, her laugh rang out clear in the crowd, and I spun around. Mellie leaned over the pool table, cue in hand, lining up her next shot, while a group of salivating dogs crowded around behind her. Not surprising when she was putting out all the right signals. A black mesh top over a black bra didn’t leave much to the imagination, but who needed an imagination when I had memory. Pink areolas, the same color as her lips, and nipples that hardened to stiff peaks under my gaze. Or they had, when they’d been mine to look at. There was a nipple ring through one, or rather, a little silver bar, with round ends. The outline of it visible through her shirt when she was cold. My mouth watered with the memory of rolling my tongue along the metal, and the way she used to moan my name.
    I stalked toward them, unable to keep my fists from clenching when a huge guy in dirty jeans and a leather vest ran his filthy paw up the back of her thigh to the hem of a tiny leather skirt which barely covered her ass. She slapped him away. “Hands off.” 
    He laughed and grabbed her hips, pulling her back against him. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.”
    She whirled on him, the stick between them. “I told you to get your hands off me.”
    Anywhere else and she would have had control of the situation. But this wasn’t Blazers and these guys were harder than she was used to. Hell, I’d told her never to come out here alone, made her promise not to even after we were done.
    His palm found her ass, dragging her to him, the stick useless between them, and her tiny skirt lifted, to the delight of the others watching. Not that it wasn’t a perfect view. The curve of her ass, and the sliver of black panty that peeked out beneath, was distracting. With a growl I crossed the distance. The chill in my words the only giveaway of the anger coursing through me. “Get your filthy hands off her.”
    Both heads snapped my way, her eyes widening as she breathed my name. He glared at me, a half smirk marring his face, while he made no effort to let her go. Instead, he dragged her hips closer. “Fuck off. Find your own pussy.”
    I blinked, a slow, tension-filled shut and open of my eyes. The only sign I was about to let loose was both pointer fingers tapping out a staccato beat on my thighs while the buzz of anger filled every cell. No clenched fists, no clenched jaw. When they’re big like that you want to take them by surprise. “She is my fucking pussy.”
    Her intake of breath was audible while every head turned in our direction, silence descending.
    “Is that right?” He glanced down at her, and for a moment I thought we would get out of there