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Chapter 23

Prey

Isaiah

W hen Serwaa jerks Robyn out of Dell’s arms, I let out the breath I had lodged watching them grind together and makeout like ravenous teenagers. Not that I have experience with being a ravenous teenager, but I get the concept.

Serwaa’s been in the club for about an hour already. I saw her come in and get progressively drunker before she finally saw Robyn and pulled her away. But there’s a war inside me—one that simultaneously wants him to stop touching her and keep touching her.

Dell’s stands there shocked at Robyn’s abrupt removal and quickly turns his eyes on me, silently asking Do you know her?

I give him a tight nod to reassure him she’s safe in Serwaa’s tipsy hands. That’s when his demeanor switches back, his eyes going dark, and he stalks toward me as if to say Don’t move a muscle. My body freezes under his attention. Apparently I’m not the kind of prey that fights or flights. When it comes to Dell Breaux, I’m the kind prey that rolls over and begs for a merciful death.

Crowding me against the wall, my hunter cages me in, his thick arms on either side of mine and his warm, sweet breath ghosts over my ear. That little bit of dark blonde beard scratches so good . “You liked that, didn’t you?” he whispers, and the timbre of his voice sends a bolt of pleasure down my spine and my balls tense up.

All I can do is nod.

“You wish you could dance with her like that, don’t you?”

I nod again, embarrassed that he knows this about me. That he can see right through the facade I’ve created over years. He’s willfully rubbing my face in the fact that he can have her whenever and however he wants.

“Then show me,” his deep, velvety voice purrs. “Be a good boy and dance with me.” When I don’t move out of pure paralysis from being in his presence, he slides a possessive hand down my side and grabs my ass.

Oh my god. He’s hard. He’s hard against me. Hard for me?

“That wasn’t a question, Isaiah. Dance with me 1 .”

I don’t know who I am in this moment, but Dell somehow unglues me from the wall and places my shaking hands on his chest. I’m burning alive from his tenacious stare and the way his body rolls against mine. From the soles of my feet to the top of my head, I’m fully cooked, ready for any scrap of attention he’ll throw my way.

I’ve never danced with a man. I’ve never had a man built like a Greek god look at me the way he is—like he wants to devour and punish me at the same time. He holds me and dances like he did with Robyn.

Where is Robyn? I think, and turn my head to search for her.

A firm grip jerks my chin back, and I’m staring back into his chocolatey eyes. “I didn’t say you could look at her. You look at me.”

I swallow and nod because I’m fucking lost. I’m down bad.

“You’re not my client tonight, Isaiah. You’re just mine.”

1. The Motto by Ava Max & Ti?sto