Patience – I have to have patience.
“Look at that. You’re turned on, aren’t you?” Rizwana misreads my body language, and it only spurs her on. She starts pushing her hand in through the waistband of my underwear, but a sharpbangof a door slamming shut makes her stop abruptly.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” comes a voice that immediately slithers itself over me; wraps itself around me. “You’re touching a woman who’smine.”
Rizwana pulls back, and I promptly step away from her before pivoting on my feet.
Dorran is standing a short distance from us, with his hands in his pant pockets, and his crew by his side. He gives Rizwana a look that’s laced in flesh-tearing ice, and I can’t help but admire him for the way he looks right now.
Dorran is night personified – a blanket of darkness that overpowers everything in its path.
“Ledger,” Rizwana all but spits his name. “Fancy meeting you here.” She appears both shocked and terrified, but it’s impossible to say which of the two emotions takes precedence over the other.
Dorran tilts his head and gives her a smirk. “Hey, Riz; sup?”
She scoffs. “Didn’t know you’d recruited a posh bitch in your group of fuck-ups.” She glances sideways at me to emphasize her point.
Dorran starts reducing the space between us by taking slow, deliberate steps in our direction. “I’ll repeat myself to you, but just this once: I’d becarefulif I were you, Rizwana. Using slurs on Cignette isn’t exactly going to work in your favor.” He stops directly in front of her, then looks at me and lifts a brow in silent question.
I nod, letting him know I’m okay.
“As if I have a chance,” Rizwana says.
Dorran grins at her. “You’re right, you don’t.”
She steps back and starts running towards the dining room’s entrance, but as soon as she reaches it, Varsha tackles her and drops her to the ground.
Alex hops onto a nearby table, and starts swinging his legs as he watches Varsha punch Rizwana in the face.
Dorran sighs and rolls his eyes, then lifts my chin. “You look a bit shaken, Little Swan.”
I swallow and shake my head. “I’m alright.”
He runs the back of his fingers over my jaw, then leans in to press a long kiss on my lips. “I’m glad,” he whispers, then moves behind me before wrapping his arms around me. “You wanna watch as Jayce ends her?” he asks, then gestures ahead. “Or do you wanna get outta here?”
I swallow again and look at Rizwana. Jayce has a thick chain wrapped around her throat, and she’s struggling fruitlessly against it. Something about the strain on her face, and her mere helplessness, intrigues me, and I want to see where it all leads.
“I’ll stay,” I tell Dorran.
He chuckles. “Good girl,” he says. “Jayce?”
He looks up at us. “Yeah?”
“Bring her closer,” Dorran orders.
Rizwana continues to struggle as Jayce drags her over to us with a hand on his chain, and the other in Rizwana’s hair.
Dorran places his chin on my shoulder, then parts my dress enough for my underwear to show.
I suck in a breath. “Dorran…” I whisper. “What are you–”
“You trust me?” he asks.
“Of course, but–”
“Good.” He cups my pussy, making me arch against him.
Alex and Jayce seem unfazed by what’s happening, but Varsha’s face flushes pink. She averts her gaze, but I notice a slight smirk on her face regardless.
