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“Darling,” she said without looking back, “there won’t be a next time. I’m the fire. You’re just the heat.”

“You’re late, Noir,” B. Nasty purred, swirling a drink the color of a warning. She sat on a velvet throne, legs crossed, looking like sin carved into a gown. HotAndMean.24.04.04.Kira.Noir.And.Miss.B.Nasty....

The club’s lights dimmed. Two bodyguards stepped from the shadows. Nasty purred, swirling a drink the color of a warning

For a long second, the two women stared at each other. Then B. Nasty laughed—low, genuine, almost admiring. Two bodyguards stepped from the shadows

“You’re live?” B. Nasty’s eyes flickered. First time Kira had seen her blink.

Miss B. Nasty leaned forward, her smile sharp as a stiletto. “Then you should’ve brought something prettier than that attitude. See, I don’t give. I take . And right now? I’m taking your reputation.”

As Kira turned to leave, Miss B. Nasty called out: “Next time, I won’t let you walk.”