Page 11 of Lethal Salvation

Meathead men would never learn to stop under-estimating women, and it would be their downfall every single time.

The top floor was as she expected, and similar to Carter’s other nightclubs in Leeds. A bar along the back, a balcony area with a dance floor that overlooked the main dance floor below, and comfortable black leather couches to the left of the bar area with low tables. Scattered around the right side were high tables with bar stools.

The waitresses were all stunning girls, of no more than twenty-five she’d guess, with short silver sequin dresses that left their backs naked and exposed to the lecherous looks and, most likely, touches of the men.

Duchess looked around the dance floor, which was mainly women, her gaze aiming toward the couches where a few known associates of Carter’s sat around drinking. Two had girls in their laps, their hands wandering up their dresses.

Knocking back a little of the drink in her hand, she set it aside and headed that way. As she passed the bar, she saw a commotion at the top of the stairs. Carter and two of his men had arrived.

Excitement buzzed through her. This was perfect, she could hover on the periphery and see what she could make out. He was greeted like a king, hands shaken and a drink placed in his hand before he could ask. She watched him devour the waitress, his hands on her ass, lifting her dress as he kissed her neck and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

It disgusted her on every level, mostly because she could see past the veneer to the snake underneath. Andrea, Charlie’s sister had been taken in by his charm in the same way. Getting pregnant by him and ending up locked away as part of ‘Project Cradle’ until they’d rescued her.

She wanted to get these girls away from him, to scream at them that he was poison dressed up as the dream they all craved, but she couldn’t. The best she could do was take him down, and his criminal friends with him, and to do that she had to stop standing there like a voyeur at a sex club and head over and engage with them.

A hand wrapping tightly around her upper arm made her whirl automatically towards the threat. Duchess stopped the upward momentum of her fist just in time when she found herself pinned by the furious, electric blue eyes of Gideon Cavendish.

Chapter 4

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

When he’d first seen her across the dance floor of the VIP section of Inferno, he’d had to take a second look. This woman wasn’t the buttoned-up Miss Benassi he had to deal with at work. No, this woman was a fucking menace. She was fierce and more beautiful than any human had the right to be and seeing her exposed with all that stunning artwork on her warm, silken skin only enhanced his attraction to her. He’d thought earlier he’d been getting a handle on his wild attraction to the annoying woman but this raised it so many levels it was a wonder he hadn’t dragged her to the nearest dark space so he could shove his dick inside her wet cunt.

“Get your fucking hands off me.”

Duchess wrenched her arm from his grasp, and he let go, but kept himself in front of her body, shielding her from the wandering eyes of every man in the room. She had no idea how beautiful she was, or how thirsty she made every man who looked at her. “Why the hell are you here, Nadia?”

“Well, duh, why would I possibly be at your brother’s club?”

She placed a finger over her red lips, and he felt his body respond. He gritted his jaw and ground his teeth, trying to resist the urge to throw her over his shoulder and leave with her. “I told you I’d get you access.”

“It’s taking too long.”

“What’s the matter, Nadia, can’t you handle working for me? The pressure too much for you at the top?”

He watched her roll her eyes and cross her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts higher in her dress. His eyes dipped to the warm skin and his fingers twitched to see if she was as soft as she looked, so he closed his hand into a fist to stop the reaction.

“I can handle whatever you dish out, Gideon. So don’t worry your little brain about that.”

“You’re a bit of a bitch, you know that, right?”

“Better a bitch than a controlling asshole.”

“I’m a controlling asshole? That’s rich coming from you.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Not even if our only job was to repopulate Earth after a fucking asteroid strike.”

“Liar. I bet if I slipped my fingers between your legs right now, you’d be soaking wet for me.” Gideon wondered if she could hear the desire in his voice.

He saw the pulse in her neck beating hard and knew he was right. His hand grasped her hip and pulled her close, her body seeming to move against her will, her hands falling to his chest.

“Are you, Duchess? Are you wet for me?”

“Fuck you.”