Page 107 of Wicked Little Darling

Resigned.

I hated that.

He shouldn’t beresignedto this kind of treatment.

I was going to fucking kill them.

Dakota didn’t turn around and look at the guys, just went and picked up his violin and bow and tried to put them back in the case, but now it wouldn’t shut because the clasps had broken. “Shit. I’m gonna need a new case.”

The intensity of my anger boiled over into something completely unmanageable, and all my thoughts shut off. I was just a seething ball of rage now.

The three guys were about to turn around and walk away, so I charged toward them.

The one who’d taunted Dakota paused when he saw me, looking down at me with a raised brow. “You?—”

I drew my arm back and punched him in the mouth. His friends cried out and grabbed onto him before he could fall on his ass, the shorter one looking at me like I was insane. He shoved me back and said, “What the fuck is wrong with you, are you crazy?! Do you know who we are?”

“Do I look like I give a fuck who you are?” I snarled, reaching out to grab the asshole’s shirt. “You think you can just—” I grunted when two strong arms wrapped around me from behind, dragging me back and lifting me off the ground.

“I look away for two seconds,” Dakota rasped in my ear. Shivers racked my body, but I squirmed and tried to get out of his hold.

“Put medown!”

“Okay.” Dakota set me on my feet, and before I could pull away from him to go beat those pieces of shit into the dirt, he forcefully spun me around, bent down, pushed his shoulder into my stomach and lifted me like a sack of potatoes.

I grabbed the back of his shirt for something to hold onto, then tried to push myself up and look over his shoulder. “What the fuck, Dakota! Let me down!”

“No.”

“Just wait ’til my dad hears about this,” whined the guy I’d punched. I twisted and glared at him over Dakota’s shoulder. Seeing him only made me want to punch him all over again. He was holding his jaw as his two lackeys tried pulling him away from us. He shook them off and kept talking. “I’ll fucking sue you, you?—”

God, someone needed to slap him. “Fucking do it, you little?—”

Dakota’s hand came down so hard on my ass that the immediate and intense flash of pain made my mind go blank. I sucked in a breath as the sharp sting faded slowly into a torturous pleasure, heat spreading across my ass and between my legs until all I wanted to do was rub myself into him.

Oh, fuck.

I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping and squeezed his shirt as I shuddered against him. Every muscle in my body tensed up as I tried to stop myself from dry humping Dakota’s shoulder in the middle of the courtyard.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Don’t make me play the nepotism card. I’m not above anything, Delroy, so why don’t you back the fuck up. Tell your dad. I’d love to see what he says.” Dakota said, his voice way calmer than it should have been in this situation.

Calm and deep and gravelly and slowly scraping through me like another delicious point of pain. I started getting hard against Dakota’s shoulder, heat curling low in the pit of my stomach at the ruthless tone of his voice.

Fuckme, he was sexy when he talked like that.

“Fuck this shit, it’s not worth it,” the short guy said. “Let’s go, Chad.”

Chad?Chad?

A laugh slipped out of me, and I watched as the three asswipes walked away.

“Of course his name is Chad,” I muttered. “You can put me down now.”

“Nope.” Dakota turned and picked up my violin, slinging the strap over his shoulder, then grabbed his broken case and positioned it under his arm so it would stay closed.

“What? Why the fuck not?”