Seduction’s Canvas (Crimson Romance) by K.M. Jackson Read Free Book Online

other man and twisting, just as Samara was about to open her mouth to say something.
    “If you don’t get your fucking hand from between my girl’s legs, you can say goodbye to the use of your goddamn fingers forever.”
    Mark stared at the man, letting the truth of his words sink in, and watched as the shock passed and reality sunk in. But unfortunately for Nine, it didn’t sink in fast enough. The bastard actually smiled. “How the fuck was I supposed to know she was taken with the way she was coming on to me.”
    He felt Samara tense beside him and shook his head.
    “That was so the wrong thing to say.” He twisted Nine’s fingers back and was rewarded by the sounds of his bones popping and his squeal over the sound of the hard thumping music.
    Samara quickly stepped back and stumbled. With his free hand, he reached out to catch her and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her in toward him. Her body was warm and everything in him went hard as their eyes made contact and he watched as a soft flush bloomed beneath her brown skin.
    “So it looks like I can’t leave you alone for one minute, sweetheart.”
    Her eyes narrowed and she shot him a hard look of anger as she push at his chest. “Okay, tough guy, I think he’s taken enough punishment.”
    And with that, Mark remembered the asshole he had gripped in his other hand. He looked down. The guy was turning blue and falling to his knees. He let him go. “I suggest a splint for a while and then you watch where you put that hand from now on. The next man may not be as nice as me.”
    He watched as Nine went running off and disappeared into the crowd that had gathered around them.
    Samara stared at him, her brown eyes flashing fire. “What the hell was that? Now you’re some knight in … ” She paused, looking him up and down, taking in his black long sleeved tee and jeans. “Knight in I don’t know what, but it doesn’t matter. I could have handled him. He was just a drunk guy off his ass.”
    “Yeah, a drunk guy off his ass with his hand up your skirt. Sorry to tell you, but you weren’t handling him for shit.”
    “Well, I was about to before you came over like freaking Superman. News flash, I didn’t need saving. Scratch that, I don’t need saving.”
    Mark held up a hand. “Well, excuse me for helping out. My mistake. I’ll take note. Miss Leighton does not need saving.”
    She looked around the club. “What are you doing here anyway?”
    Mark shrugged then pulled out his cell.
    “Hello. What are you looking for? I asked you a question.”
    Mark turned back around and tried to put a bored look on his face. “I was here for some business. Checking the place out. Also thought I might meet my boy here, but I guess he must have hooked up with someone. So much for an easy night out.”
    Samara gave him a glare. “So that’s what’s you’re here for? A hook up, an easy one at that?”
    He raised a brow. “Nah. Maybe I’m here to practice my superhero skills. Thanks for helping me make my quota for the night.”
    She let out a snort.
    “So what are you here for?” he asked.
    Sam looked down the bar and raised a hand. The bartender came over and gave her a suggestive look that he squelched when Mark gave him a return look that said pour and step off. He did.
    Samara took her shot and kicked it back.
    “Wow.”
    She peered at him now through slightly watery eyes. “Wow what?”
    He shrugged. “Just wow is all.”
    Samara leaned back and frowned looking up at him with eyes blazing fire. “You know what? Screw you, Superman. Add to my list. I don’t need saving
or
your judgment.”
    With that, she turned to walk away and before he could stop himself, this time he did reach out and touch her elbow. But quick, even quicker than he could have guessed, she turned on him and clocked him in the gut. He doubled over in surprise.
    “And I was being kind. It could have just as easily been a knee to your balls,” Sam leaned down and purred in his