Free Taurus (Galactic Cage Fighters (Book Three)) by KD Jones Page A

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    “My time is up, sweet Maya. I hope you have a much better evening.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Then he was suddenly gone.
    She was left on the dance floor alone, with a very angry Taurus coming at her. What did she do to piss him off now? She shouldn’t care. She was still upset about the whole thing with the Venetian, though she shouldn’t be. She turned her back on him and started across the room. She didn’t make it far before he stopped her with a large hand on her arm.
    “Where are you going?” Taurus demanded. He was furious to rush here only to find her in Zen’s arms. The male slept with any female he could.  He was going to beat the crap out of Zen the next time he saw him.
    “I’m tired and want to go back to my suite.” She tried to pull her arm out of his hold, but he was much stronger.
    “You didn’t look too tired rubbing yourself all over Zen. Are you planning to meet up with him later? Is that where you were going?”
    She stared at Taurus in complete shock. Who was this male? This wasn’t the shy and quiet male she had first met. This male was angry and aggressive. She had never seen or heard him like this before. 
    Though she was intimidated, she also felt herself reacting to him physically.  Her nipples hardened and she felt an uncomfortable wetness between her legs.
    Taurus sniffed in her direction. He growled and suddenly pulled her against his body.
    “What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
    He walked her back to the edge of the dance floor and began a slow sway to the music.
    “Dancing.”
    This wasn’t good. “I don’t want to dance,” she protested, but it was half-heartedly. She found herself pressing closer and rubbing her breasts against him. She placed her hands on his chest but didn’t push him away. She didn’t want to.
    “Why were you leaving?” he asked again, keeping his hands moving slowly over her body.
    “Why don’t you go look for your little Venetian. I’m sure she is sleazing around somewhere.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Nothing. Never mind. I just want to leave. The banquet has turned into a personal hell for me,” she admitted, feeling herself relax in his arms.
    “It’s like that for me every time. What made it hell for you?”
    “They keep replaying my accidental split over and over. The male VIPs can’t keep their hands to themselves, and the female VIPs are pissing me off, too.”
    “Which males touched you inappropriately?” Taurus pulled back to glare around the room.
    Maya giggled. “It’s okay. Zen saved me from the gropers. That’s why we were dancing.”
    He growled but kept looking around the room for the culprits that touched her. “Why are you mad at the female VIPs?” he asked.
    “All they want to do is fuck a halfsie to see what it’s like.” She looked at one female in particular across the room that was glaring back at her. “I want to rip out her fake blond hair out of her scalp till she is completely bald.”
    This time Taurus chuckled. His little female was vicious. He frowned realizing that he was beginning to think of her as his. That wasn’t right. He just wanted to fuck her. Nothing more. At least, that’s what he was trying to convince himself of.
    “That mentality is common here. Halfsies are good enough for one thing, and one thing only.”
    “Yeah, I’m getting that.” She was actually talking with Taurus, this had been her dream. It was happening, but all she wanted to do was go and hide out in her suite. What must he think of her? She looked down at her feet. “I need to sit down for a little bit. These heels are killing my feet.”
    Taurus’s eyes trailed down her body, taking in the tight, sleeveless dress that wrapped around her body showing every lovely curve. The dress was short and showed off her bare legs, which seemed longer to him. Her petite feet were inside a pale gold pair of high heels. Zen would call them ‘fuck me’ heels. That’s exactly