Brianna

“Why do you insist on pissing me off past the point of reason, huh? You think you can dress like this in my club, run around with my men and then give me shit when I respond accordingly? You think a man doesn't take one look at you in this fucking dress and the last one, not lose his goddamn mind?” Callan, the gravel in his tone made my thighs clenched.

When he mentioned the dress, his other hand came up my side against the material of it. The hand that had been holding my throat started to graze down my chest until just the tip of his thumb...