Page 12 of Knight’s Dominion

Yes, apparently, he was.

Grace wanted to shove the creep away, slam her fist in his face, but Vince was still watching them, still looking worried. It was obvious the idiot was up to his eyeballs in something that reeked, and it had everything to do with Oden. If he was in some kind of trouble, punching the fucker holding her painfully tight, while he dry humped against her could make things worse, so she forced herself to endure it as he upped his efforts, ramming his dick against her inner thigh repeatedly.

If he wanted to walk out of here with a wet patch on the front of his pants like a sicko perv? Fine with her.

He made a rough sound and shuddered against her.

So fucking gross.

“Like an audience, huh?" she said, still on his lap when she wanted to jump the hell off and take a shower to wash off the smell of his sweat and overpriced cologne.

"How much?” he said as he ran his thumb across her lower lip, stretching the skin painfully, and smearing her lipstick.

"I'm not for sale."

His jaw tightened. “Everyone has a price.”

She smiled and began to ease off his lap. His fingers gripped tighter for a second before he let her go. “It's been fun, Mr. Oden,” she said.

His gaze traveled over her curves. “Just Oden.”

She nodded and backed up several steps, not wanting to turn her back on him. He was a predator, there was no doubt about it. Finally, gaining some distance, she spun and headed across the now full club.

When she found Vince again, because he was suddenly nowhere to be seen, she'd brake his goddamn arms, followed by both his legs. He was so far out of his league it wasn't funny, and if he thought he could whore her out to get in good with his new buddy, he was in for a major wake-up call.

But her plans to beat Vince’s ass were waylaid when a wall stepped out in front of her. A hard, hot, growling, very pissed-off wall.

She'd been expecting him, but...

Fuck.

CHAPTER 4

Chaos clamped his hands down on warm, bare flesh. The skin beneath his fingers was smooth, supple. The muscle of her upper arms, firm and defined. Jesus, that corset barely covered her nipples, the mounds of her modest breasts forced up and together. And if she turned around, he had no doubt he’d be able to see the curve of her ass cheeks.

She looked up at him, defiance clear in her mahogany eyes.

The female was maddening…tempting.

And right then he wanted to throw her over his shoulder, walk out of this place, and spend hours punishing her—for attempting to recruit more demi into her little army and risking the lives of more ill-prepared civilians. But most of all, he wanted to punish her for what he’d just seen her do with fucking Oden.

Why the hell do you care?

He bit back a growl as she lifted her chin, looking up at him, and all that pale gold hair fell back, brushing her waist. She smirked. “How’s the nose?”

His groin tightened. What the hell was it about this female? After what he'd just witnessed, he felt like a sleazy bastard, no better than all the other panting, desperate males in this room mentally fucking the hot blonde staring up at him.

“You never trained at the compound.” He would have remembered if she had. All demi-demons trained with the knights when they came into their powers. Grace had not.

“Nope.”

“Who trained you?”

“Not your business.”

Jesus.

She eyed him from head to toe. “You found me quicker than I expected."