Free King (Grit Chapter Book 2) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow Page B

had gone too far, but she didn’t know if she was pissed about the whole thing, or if having King declare her as his was what she always wanted.

Chapter Seventeen

    C lara looked so fucking sexy. King wanted to bend her over the nearest surface and pound the fucking shit out of her. Instead, he was pissed off and angry. What was it about this woman that was driving him crazy?
    When they’d found out the women would be going to the club they’d been all for following them and making sure some motherfucker didn’t mess with them. They could have stayed at the club, watched the pussy that hung out at the MC walk around and be flaunted in his face, but King wasn’t interested in any of that. He just wanted one woman, and that was Clara.
    Then he’d seen that punk ass drunk touching her, and sanity and civility had left him. He didn’t want anyone touching what belonged to him, and whether Clara liked it or not, she belonged to him.
    Watching her curvy ass walk away from him pissed him off, but it also turned him on.
    King followed her outside and smirked when he saw how angry she was.
    “What is your problem?” she asked, spinning around to face him.
    “I don’t have a problem.” He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her.
    “You just went psycho on that guy for no reason.”
    He lifted a brow, his amusement fading. “No reason? Did you want his fucking hands all over you? He was drunk as a fucking skunk, Clara.”
    “You didn’t have to do that, though. I was handling it. I could have handled it.”
    “You do that a lot, don’t you, babe? You handle everything.”
    Clara folded her arms across her chest. “That is none of your business.”
    “Actually, when it comes to you, it is my business. My dick has been inside you, and you belong to me, so it is my business.”
    “And what in the hell are you doing here anyway? Did you three follow us?”
    He didn’t answer, and she looked as if she got even more pissed.
    “I wasn’t going to fuck him, King. This was supposed to be a girls’ night out, and yet you three decided to come and what, rescue us if things got out of control?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “And you know I’m pissed at Payne. Why bring him along?”
    “Payne and Vicky’s problems are their own. Don’t get involved in them,” King said.
    “She’s my best friend. She’s like a sister to me.”
    He stepped toward her. “Payne’s not going to let you interfere with Vicky. You’re lucky he let you get away earlier.”
    “He’s an asshole.”
    King reached out, grabbing her arms. “Let it go, baby.” He stared at her lips. “Is this what you do when you find someone you want, when you start to feel for them? Is this getting too deep, too heavy for you?”
    She shook her head.
    “You start to feel scared so you make sure it’s someone else’s fault for you to leave.” He was starting to see through Clara’s little act, and it pissed him off.
    “You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Clara said.
    “Yeah, I know exactly what I’m talking about.” He took a step toward you. “Finding someone scares the shit out of you, doesn’t it?”
    She shook her head. “This is crazy,” she whispered.
    “It’s not. You find a reason to leave every time someone gets close to you. What the fuck is it going to be, Clara? Are you going to run every chance someone gets fucking serious about you?”
    Clara laughed. “We’re not serious. You want me because I’m different from all that pussy at your club. Nothing is different here.”
    “Fuck you, Clara.” He shook her, annoyed as hell with her. He was so damn mad. Payne wasn’t mad at Clara but at himself for what he knew to be true.
    “There’s no one in this world that cares about me like Vicky does. That’s why I don’t want anyone messing with her or her emotions.”
    King shook his head. Payne wanted Vicky for more than club pussy—King knew that. Hell, everyone knew that, but Payne was too