Beg for It (Pact of Seduction 2)

He stood and glanced down at Reed. “Her time to think things over has ended.” Now he was fueled by motivation to fetch his sub and teach her a lesson. “I'm going to straighten her out."

"I'll call Marley and tell her you're on your way so that the girls don't kick your boys when you get there."

Kole said nothing more, wound up tight, and he exited the condo. He made quick time to his car in the parking lot and approached his black Dodge Charger.

The lights in the parking lot were dim, but the shine of the paint on his car glistened. Yeah, his car could make him smile, even though right now his unhappiness at Bella masked it.

Once at his car, he pressed the Key Lock button to open the doors, just as a voice sounded behind him. “Give me your money."

Kole slowly turned. “Pardon me?"

"Your money.” The kid of no older than seventeen appeared hopped up on some hard drugs waved a gun at him. “Give it to me."

"Kid, go home."

Wide brown eyes stared at him so bloodshot and crazed. The teenager glanced around frantically before waving the gun at him again. “Now. Give it to me."

He heaved a sigh, wanting to get to Bella—to deal with her, not this shit in front of him. He reached into his back pocket, took out the four twenty-dollar bills in his wallet, then handed them to the kid.

"The credit cards too."

Kole narrowed his eyes. “No."

"No?"

"I've given you money. My generosity stops there.” His fist tightened in preparation for the fight ahead, readying to knock this kid out. “Go home."

A long second passed before the teen lurched forward. Kole grabbed the hand closest to him and twisted to get him on the ground, but at the same time, the teen hit him above the eyebrow with the gun. Pain laced his forehead, and a warm gush of blood slid down his cheek.

He groaned, kicking the kid and sending him sprawling to the ground. The idiot, with gun in hand, scrambled away and ran.

Go beat the kid?

Another gush of blood along his face reminded him that he had a slice in his head. Cursing, he yanked his shirt off and held the cotton against the wound to stop the bleeding.

He opened the door to his car and sank into the seat. Then he glanced up into the rearview mirror and pulled his shirt away—the deep wound needed stitches.

Fuck.

He started the engine, tied the shirt around his head, and made a beeline out of the parking lot.

Stitches first, then Bella.

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Chapter Six

Heat burned through Bella as she replayed the night with Kole in her mind—the sensations he offered, ones she never knew possible. More than just getting off, more than just

a simple orgasm, an explosion of sensations that held no beginning and no end.

The time that passed, which should have been her sleeping, was actually spent tossing and turning as she mulled over what happened between them. How her pride had made her leave him.

She had opened herself up to him, expected him to say...something. Ask her on a date, for another scene...just something. When all that stared back at her was disappointment, failure entered her soul, and her walls rebounded.

Never let anyone in. Be stronger than the men around you. Prove your worth.

She'd let Kole in more than anyone before. Let him overpower her, make her beg for him, and she had been exposed. His disapproval sickened her.