NovelEnglishChapter Sixteen
DRAVEN
“What-the-fuck?” Paul frowns. Then turning tohe says, “Is there something going on between you two?”
I shrug. “We kissed, but he keeps saying that he doesn’t likeso-"
Paul's eyes widen. “Wait! He kissed you?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Yeah. Is that a bad thing?”
He doesn’t answer right away, just pours himself another glass of wine. I'm not sure yet.”
“I'm sorry if that puts you off. If you want to leave, I'll understand.”
He stares at me, a strange sort of recognition warring within the depths of his gaze. “He’s been acting funny
ever since you walked into the bar the other day.”
I laugh. “I wouldn't know. I've only just met you guys so-"
“Well, | would know. And he is. | just didn’t think much of it. But now, seeing how angry he is - | wonder.” Taking
another drink of his wine, Paul studies me. “Did you like it when he kissed you?”
| sigh, not sure if | want to be honest or not. “He doesn’t like me, he just wants me.”
Paul chuckles, rolling his eyes. “First, that doesn’t make a damn bit of sense. And second, that’s not what I asked
you.
| groan, dropping my face in my hands. “Yes. Yes, | did.”
| peek out from behind my hands, afraid that maybe I'd hurt Paul's feelings, just to see that he is grinning at me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Were you into him before | asked you out?”
“I-I don’t know. I mean, | thought he was sexy, but he was too much of an asshole forto like yet.”
“How does it feel when he kisses you?” he asks, a strange sort of wonder in his voice.
1 giggle, “I'm not getting into that one. You're not here for girl talk.”
He taps one hand on the table in front of me, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Draven. I'm not going to judge
you. You can tellthe truth. Do you like him more than you like me?”
| lower my head, “Yes.” | cringe, “I'm sorry. | probably shouldn't have agreed to this date.”
“Did he tell you to cancel?”
I sigh, “Yes. But he refuses to tellwhy. Just keeps saying that | won't enjoy myself.”
To my surprise he just laughs and pours more wine. “How about we flip those shades open and give that bastard
something to think about.”
DOMONIC
|
am
sitting in my living room pretending to watch Sportscenter when the shades open in Draven’s condo, and | am
was given front row
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tickets to her date.
They are sat too close first of all. | can see their knees brushing together under the table and a low growl!
resonates behind my chest. Immediately, my claws shift out and | have to coax them back in so | don’t shred my
furniture.
| want to tear him apart.
How can she do this?
We were minutes away from...
| groan. It doesn’t matter. It can’t.
But as much as | want to, | can’t look away from them. He is touching her hand, and she is sipping her wine.
They are laughing and smiling, and I am going to lose my shit.
| have to put a stop to this.
Before | even know what | am doing, | am back on her doorstep and waltzing inside without knocking. The pair of
them jump apart as | enter, which only serves to fuel my anger.
“What are you doing?” Draven snaps, but | ignore her and stomp over to the empty seat at the table.
| sit down across from Paul, then reach toward the leg of Draven’s chair and pull her seat over to mine. Then
strecthing across the table, | pull her plate away from his to rest in front of me. “Eat,” | say simply.
Meeting Paul's incredulous gaze with an unmistakable glare, | challenge him to say pne goddamned thing about
what | have just made painfully obvious to him.
Damn it. So much for keeping the whole thing a secret.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow everyone will know.
“Domonic, Draven whispers.
“Eat,” | repeat. “When you are finished, Paul and | will head to the meeting.”
Paul's eyes flare with recognition. “I see,” he acknowledges.
| meet his stare, an unmistakable command blazing in my eyes. ‘She’s mine‘ it says. “You do,” | confirm, causing
him to take a huge gulp of air. | nod, shifting my eyes to Draven who hasn't yet made any move to touch her
chicken. “Would you liketo feed you?”
She doesn’t answer, just stares atin awe. Glancing back at Paul, | reached under the table to place my hand
possessively over Draven’s thigh. She shivers at my touch, and | have to stop myself from stroking her further,
deeper between her legs
| watch them finish their food in silence, never once taking my hand off Draven’s leg. None of us has said a
fucking word by the tthey are done eating. Paul stands uncomfortably and smiles at Draven, throwing a
knowing wink her way before looking back at me.
“Ready,” he says.
nod, standing up and pulling Draven into my arms and ignoring the electric feel of her against my body as |
drown myself against her mouth. For the moment, this is just for show. If | seccumb completely to the haze of her
in my arms | won't make it out the door. | just want Paul to see. Need him to. She melts into my kiss with a moan
of approval, and | grasp her hips, pulling her intoso that she can feel the extent of what she does to my dick.
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