Page 37 of Monsterland Mayhem

Krolic snorts, leaning back to drape his arm along the top of my chair. He’s next to me, leaving me sandwiched between him and Master Pillar.

Which places Craze directly across from me, giving me a perfect view of his flirtatiousfun.

The redhead leans into him, her long nails meeting his sternum as her fingers begin walking a path upward while her pouty lips move over words I’m no longer hearing.

Because she’s touching Craze.

Touchinghim.

Some part of me, one I’ve never met before, springs to life. A part of me that suddenly wants to rip that woman’s hand off and feed it to her.

I blink.What the hell is that?

Why is she still touching him?I think in the next second.He’s not hers to touch.

He’s not mine either,I remind myself, causing some part of me to growl.

All three men look at me.

Oh. Okay. So I made that sound… out loud.

Craze cocks his head, his dark eyes glittering sinfully in the low lighting. “Would you like to know my definition of ‘a good time’?” he asks as he shuffles his card deck.

“Yes, I would,” the redhead tells him. “I really,reallywould.”

But he doesn’t answer her.

Instead, his gaze is on me, his eyebrow cocking upward again.

He wasn’t asking her about the good time. He was askingmeif I wanted to know his definition.

Do I?

No. No, I do not.

Because he isn’t mine.

And my reaction is… ludicrous.

But it’s been a really long day. Week. I don’t even know. It’s just… this is a lot. I’m exhausted. I don’t want to play whatever game he’s dragging me into now.

I nearly say that when the female traces her nail across his jaw, heading straight for his mouth.

His jaw clenches in response, telling me he didn’t appreciate that move at all. However, the woman is oblivious because she tries to touch his lips again.

Craze moves so quickly that I barely understand what’s happened until the woman is cradling her fingerless hand against her chest and screaming.

Krolic shakes his head.

Master Pillar simply puffs on his pipe, the epitome of boredom.

And Craze looks directly at me as he says, “My idea of a good time involves anything that pleases you, gorgeous. As for the things that displease you, well, let’s just say I have no problem handling those items for you.”

He wipes his bladed card on a napkin, cleaning the blood from the edges. Once he’s finished, he discards the napkin in the direction of the furious redhead.

“You’re insane,” she seethes.

“Why are you still here?” he asks her. “I think I made my rejection pretty fucking clear.”