“It was for your own good,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. The defiant act pissed her off. She wanted him to say something else.
“My own good? I was talking to a guy at a bar, James. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. You had no right to do what you did.” She poked his chest getting little satisfaction as the simple press of her finger did nothing. James was all muscle. She’d seen him without his shirt, once, while living at her sister’s apartment. That one look had kept her fantasies alive.
She was a horrible sister. James was her sister’s ex. How could she even think of having him for herself?
“This is my club, Prudence. I make the rules, and if I tell you what to do you’ll f**king do it, or else!”
His voice rose with each word. She heard the warning behind them. The rebel inside her was too hard to ignore. Prue stared up the length of his body, taking in every part of him. He was tall, not as tall as Dane but tall enough to crowd her. His shoulders were twice the size of hers with thick arms well defined with plenty of muscle. She could only imagine the kind of strength he possessed. All of him was larger than she. He made her feel small and delicate in comparison to his size and weight.
She stared up his body going to his lips. They were pressed together in a hard line of disapproval. She wondered how they would feel pressed against her own lips with pleasure being his only intent.
Stifling a moan she moved up to his eyes. They were brown and always made her freeze on the spot. Sometimes she was sure they were as black as the night depending on his mood. She’d spent way too much time analysing this man’s body. Next, his hair, which was black apart from the few shades of grey she saw streaking it. This man was twenty-three years old than she, and yet he was the most attractive man she’d ever seen.
Licking her lips, she looked down at the floor. Did James have any idea how she felt? His words finally penetrated her perusal of him. She frowned. Or else?
“Or else? Or else what, James? You’ll spank me? Put me over your knee and tell me what a bad girl I’ve been?” Once she started it, there was no stopping.
Prue closed the small distance between them, pressing her body against him. He didn’t push her away or pull her closer. Taking his silence into account she leaned up so she was able to whisper into his ear.
“I’ve heard all about this club, James. You’re a dominant man, and I know what dominant men do.”
He caught her arms pulling her back.
“I don’t know what has gotten into you. I suggest you take my advice and don’t come back here.”
James stared down at her. She gazed into his eyes, watched as they turned black. Heat swamped her pu**y. She waited for him to speak. When he didn’t say anything she placed her hand against his chest.
“I’ve never been good at being told what to do, James. I don’t like being told what to do.” She stroked his chest feeling the warmth vibrate against her palm.
“You’ll do as I say,” he said.
There was too much arrogance in his tone.
“And why would I follow your instructions when I wouldn’t even follow my parents’?” she asked.
He leaned down, freezing her to the spot. His hand came out to caress her cheek. She sucked in a breath when his thumb trailed along her bottom lip. What she’d give for him to put his lips on her.
Her heart pounded inside her chest. Her cl*t was swollen. She knew she’d need to find some release tonight.
“Because when I threaten, Prudence, I mean every single word. If you don’t listen to what I say then there will be consequences.”
He leaned in close. His lips were centimetres away from hers.
She closed her eyes waiting.
“There is a taxi waiting for you downstairs, Prudence. He’ll take you wherever you want to go.”
In the next moment he released her and then was gone. Leo stood outside the door waiting for her. She wanted to find James and kick him. She’d made a total ass of herself, and she didn’t like it.
Leo held her coat in his hand. She snatched it off him then followed him out of the front of the club.
“He means well, Prue,” Leo said.
“I don’t give a shit what he means. No one, especially not a guy, orders me around.” She wrapped her coat around her, climbed in the back of the taxi, and gave her home address.
She’d long since moved out of her sister’s apartment. Veronica was now a happily married woman with two young children.
Tonight, however, she was staying with Prue. The taxi pulled up outside of her home. She went to pay the driver. He reassured her that her taxi had been paid for.
Shrugging her shoulders, she got out of the car and made her way to her front door. The driver pulled away when she was locking her front door.
“You took a long time,” Veronica said.
That was it.
Prue turned around and confronted her sister. “How dare you ban me from Ravage or any club for that matter? How could you, Veronica?”
Her sister folded her arms staring at her. She saw the guilt written across her face. Prue cursed and charged past her. She was tired of being treated like a child. Her parents wanted to dictate her life to her, and Veronica kept protecting her in all possible ways.
“I did it for your own safety.” Veronica followed her into the kitchen.
Prue grunted while filling the kettle up. She placed it on the base and flicked the switch for it to start boiling.
“My safety? Everything you’ve done has been for my safety. When are you going to let me live my life the way I want?”
“Prue, it’s not that simple.”
“Actually, it is. When it comes to me, you simply butt out of my life.” She turned back to her sister, glaring at her perfection. Veronica was still thin even after a couple of kids.
No wonder their parents preferred her. She was the perfect housewife and mother whereas Prue worked in a dead end job with no boyfriend to speak of.
She shut all thoughts of James out of her mind.
“You’re young. I don’t want you to make mistakes.”
“They are my mistakes to make. You’re not protecting me. You’re smothering me, Veronica.”
“I want you to be happy. To have what I have,” Veronica said.
“I don’t want what you’ve got.”
Silence met her answer.
“What?”
“Marriage, kids, the house, and the perfect life you lead, I don’t want it. Never have. I love what I’ve got. I need you to back off.”