Chapter 38

• Kane
• “Don’t speak to her again.” Kane grit his teeth, but his hands remained gentle, and one of her hands came to rest over his hand that was still cupping her shoulder.
• The guy didn’t respond but did his best to scurry away, looking like the coward he was. Wilder began slow clapping, standing and making a spectacle of himself and their whole table. A few people joined in, but the majority of people who had noticed looked confused. Even over the mindless chatter and music, more people noticed and turned to stare at them, which made Celeste try to hide her face in her hands. Kane fisted his hand in her hair and pulled hard enough to make her look up at him. He could see the desire she had for him there. She bit her bottom lip, and he groaned, curling his fingers tighter in her hair. If she kept looking at him that way, he wasn’t going to be able to control himself. He was going to bend her over this table and bury his cock so deep in her pussy that no other idiots would dare try to approach her.