Always Wanting (Consumed)

Pussy.

I smile at him, knowing he’d love nothing more than to kick my ass out of the club, but he can’t. Lukas wouldn’t allow it. Tera would nail his ass to the wall if he tried to.

When I open the door, it slams against the wall. A feeling of satisfaction flows through me when I see the surprise on Lukas’s face with my entrance. His head jerks to the side, facing me, and his lip curls up into a snarl. Yeah, he doesn’t care for me too much, either.

“Where in the fuck is she?” I growl.

His snarl turns into a smirk, and it makes my blood boil.

“You don’t want to know,” he says cryptically, arching a brow. His arms move from the arm of the chair to his lap.

I take three st

eps toward him, not in the mood for his games, when there’s a loud bang underneath the desk, followed by a soft curse. My eyes flicker down to the top of his desk, like I can see the person through the wood, before lifting them back to Lukas. His smirk has switched to a full-blown smile. As much as I don’t want my sister to be under there, it better fucking be her, or he’s a dead man.

Seconds later, my sister peeks her head up over the desk in front of Lukas and gives me an embarrassed look. Her hair is mussed and her cheeks are flushed. There’s also a small smear of lipstick by the corner of her mouth that turns my stomach.

“Told you,” Lukas says, chuckling.

I mentally kill him with my eyes, before looking back at my baby sister.

“Goddamn it, Tera,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

She slowly gets to her feet, causing a smug looking Lukas to push his chair back to give her room. Her green button up shirt is half undone. I rake my hands through my hair and turn to the side.

“Fix your fucking shirt, for Christ’s sake.”

I only give her a minute before I turn back to see Lukas out of his chair, crowding Tera against the desk in the guise of helping her. I glower at them both, ready to snatch her away and pummel the shit out of him for touching her. He’s damn near old enough to be her father.

“Knock it off, Colt,” Tera says with narrowed eyes, seeing my death glare.

Keeping my eyes pinned on Lukas, who is still watching me with mirth, I groan, “Let’s go.”

“Go? I’m not going anywhere,” she argues, smoothing out her shirt.

“Yes, you are. Mom wants you home.”

“That’s bullshit.” She fumes, throwing her hands on her hips. “Mom knows I’m an adult, unlike someone else I know. She knows not to demand I go anywhere.”

I ignore the jab about me not treating her like an adult. “I’m not going to tell you again, Tera. Let’s. Go!”

I’m at my wits’ end, and if I have to look at Lukas’s smug face too much longer, I won’t be able to hold back my wrath. I’ve been dealing with this shit for almost a year. Yes, they started dating, or fucking, or whatever the hell you want to call it two months after she turned eighteen. Hell, legally she’s not even supposed to be here, but I can’t damn well call the authorities on the fucker because he owns half the city.

No matter how much I try to talk Tera out of seeing this asshole, the more she pushes against me. She doesn’t know him like I do. She doesn’t know what type of man he is. She doesn’t know what he’s capable of, especially in the bedroom. Or I hope like hell she doesn’t. My teeth grind together with the thought of Lukas doing the sick things I know he likes doing to women in his bed. No fucking way would Tera be okay with that.

Tera starts around the desk, heat blazing in her eyes, and I know she’s about to blow up in my face. She hates when I try to boss her around, but damn it, she’s practically a kid.

Before she makes it all the way around, Lukas snags her around the waist and pulls her back against his front.

“She’s not going anywhere if she doesn’t want to,” he says calmly. The smug look of before is gone, now replaced with a hard edge.

“Stay out of this,” I growl.

“Fuck you, Maverick. Tera’s a grown woman and can make her own decisions. If she wants to stay, she stays. Butt the fuck out of our business.”

Tired of his self-righteous ass, I move swiftly to the desk, ready for his face to meet my fist. When Lukas tries to shove Tera behind him, she plants her feet in place and holds her hands up to ward off both of our advances.

“Oh my God!” she yells. “Both of you, fucking stop it! Colt.” She moves her eyes to me and pokes my chest with her pointer finger. “Stop treating me like a child. I appreciate you looking after me, but you don’t need to do this. I like Lukas, and he likes me. We’re having a good time.” She turns to Lukas next. “And you,” she says, now pointing her finger in his chest. “Stop antagonizing him.” Back to me, sans chest poking. “Go home, Colt. I won’t be much longer here. I’ll call Mom before I leave.”