Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Breathing through the anger, he didn’t know what to do.
Drive out to the Malone ranch?
Hmm. That was a possibility.
Perhaps she was visiting Ryleigh or Lilac.
He tapped his fingers on his steering wheel. And what then? How did he explain why he was looking for her? Or how he knew that she wasn’t home?
Fuck it.
He needed to do something that wasn’t related to Opal.
Yeah. He’d go to the club.
That would put his head on right.
10
Oh, this had been a mistake.
His head wasn’t on right.
Nope. It was turned around and upside down. And what he was watching right now wasn’t helping matters at all.
“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight,” Saxon said as he walked over to where Renard was leaning against the wall of the club.
Renard just grunted back. He didn’t have time for social niceties.
Like forming actual words.
His attention was on the scene across from him.
“You know that people have started to notice you standing here, staring at her.”
Another grunt.
What the fuck did he care what people thought?
“I know you don’t actually care about what others think, but I’m not sure that she’ll appreciate you standing here, glowering at her like a grouchy rabid bear.”
That’s what he felt like, though.
“You cannot interfere with a scene.”
Renard turned to look at him. “A scene? How is that a scene? It’s a clusterfuck.”
Saxon actually winced as they heard Opal telling the Dom she was scening with what he should be doing.
The guy had to be new because within moments he was bumbling around under her criticism and trying to please her.
“Fuck,” Saxon muttered. “I’m going to have to stop this.”
“Nope. You don’t have to stop this.”
“She’s Topping from the bottom. Soon, she’ll have him strapped to the chair and taking a paddle to his ass. Not only do I have to stop this before he becomes truly humiliated, but I’m gonna have to punish her.”
An actual growl escaped him.
Hmm. He was starting to sound like a rabid bear now.
“No, you won’t.”
“No? You don’t think she should be punished?” Saxon asked, sounding surprised.
“I don’t think she should be punished by you.” And he wasn’t completely convinced that she should be punished. It was obvious that this guy simply couldn’t handle her.
It was a bad pairing all the way around.
“Who the fuck okayed this scene?” he snapped. “It’s obvious he doesn’t have the balls or the experience to handle what she needs.”
“How would you know what she needs?” Saxon asked.
“Know it better than this dick. He’s the one letting her run rings around him. Maybe he should be punished.”
He stepped forward, hearing Saxon swear behind him.
“This is not your job,” Saxon warned. “She is not your sub. You aren’t even her guardian. This is my club and I’ll enforce the rules.”
Screw that.
No one was touching her except for him.
As he reached the place where they were scening, he noted that the Dominant she was with was starting to realize the predicament he’d gotten himself into.
However, instead of pulling out of the scene and ending it, it seemed he’d decided to get mad.
Idiot.
When you were in charge of a scene, of a sub, you had to maintain control of yourself.
Renard knew that.
Most of the time, he said what he liked, did what he wanted, and didn’t much care what people thought. But the only time he truly felt in control of himself was when he was in control of someone else.
The weight of that responsibility helped him, it gave him focus, a reason to keep calm.
But this dick didn’t seem to know how to keep himself under control. How had he gotten through the screening process?
“Shit,” Saxon said and Renard knew he’d seen it too.
This guy had noticed people watching, and that they weren’t impressed by what they were seeing. So he’d decided he needed to save face.
“Well? What are you going to, Principal Dean?” she challenged.
It was a school-girl scene with Opal dressed in a short, pleated skirt and a white top that she’d tied at the waist. She was wearing a pair of high-heeled black shoes and her hair had been secured into two ponytails.
She looked fucking hot and his dick had gotten hard as soon as he’d caught sight of her.
And it hadn’t calmed down since.
Suddenly, the asshole grabbed her arm and turned her toward the desk. It didn’t look like he did it harshly, but Renard still felt a burst of anger. He quickened his pace as she cried out.
What. The. Fuck.
Suddenly, he was seeing red.
That bastard hurt her!
“Renard! Stop!” Saxon yelled, getting between him and the soon-to-be-dead-asshole. “Leo, get over here! Get Dean to my office. Renard, you have to calm down. Fuck, Opal. Are you hurt?”
Was she hurt? She better fucking not be.
Renard shrugged off Saxon’s hold as one of the monitors led Dean away. He rushed toward Opal who was leaning on the desk, her face pale and breathing shallow.