The shift was sudden. The men scattered, eyes wide and fearful as if an unseen predator had emerged. Confused, Sin stayed still, feeling the heat of someone behind her. He circled her slowly, moving until he stood in front of her, eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her pulse race.
“Having fun?” The question was smooth, teasing.
“Not nearly enough,” she breathed, heart pounding.
He tracked the way her chest rose and fell, a smile playing at his lips. “I doubt they’d be enough for you.”
She laughed, a soft, nervous huff of air. “And you think you, alone, would be?”
The hunger in his eyes spoke volumes, taking a step closer. “Care to find out?”
His eyes lowered, watching as her breasts lifted, accentuated by the waves of her dark hair, and smiled roguishly. As if that and her silence were answer enough.
“Just so you know,” she breathed as his large hand grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him, “you’ve given me high expectations.”
He chuckled, and she could feel the vibrations of it going down her torso, lower. “So have you, Little Blade. So have you.”
Her dress did shine like the sharpest blade, and suddenly she felt dangerous—confidence soaring to levels she never expected to have. His grip tightened as he lifted her into the air. As if on instinct, her ankles locked together around his waist, pressing against his back until she felt the hardness against her.
A breathy moan escaped her lips, anticipating what was to come. Hopefully her, and hopefully a lot. By the devious look in his serpentine eyes, she had no doubts.
Many of the stories she read ended with two people coming together, taking each other’s innocence before they did depraved things together. She hoped that wasn’t the case with him. She wanted him to know what to do, to already know how to send her body soaring before she was yanked back into hell.
Sin gracefully threw her hands in the air, and with a firm grip, he let her slowly fall backward, legs still tightly wrapped around his waist. He spun, and her body was smoothly lifted back up, where he introduced her lips to his.
It was a whisper of a kiss, and then he bit her bottom lip, keeping eye contact as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Those eyes kept her gaze locked, that she barely noticed his hand reaching up her skirt. Not until panties were pushed to the side, and large, calloused fingers were sliding through her core.
He chased her moan with his mouth, and the taste of his tongue threatened her wits. She had barely noticed they were no longer on the dance floor.
He swept her onto a table, dishes clattering to the ground as she arched beneath him. The crowd around them paused, drawn to the spectacle as he spread her legs wide, exposing her to their gaze. Heat flushed her skin, but shame had no place here—only the thrill of being claimed so openly.
The sound of panties ripping was echoed by a husky voice, rich with gravel. “I need a taste.”
In front of hundreds of people, the most attractive male she had ever seen in her life, devoured her. All throughout her core, his tongue explored as she had one thought while moaning louder than the music: Every girl deserves to get her ass eaten at a ball.
He devoured her at a raw, relentless pace, his fingers joining the fray as he slipped them inside, stretching her and igniting an ache that bordered on blissful pain. Her hips moved instinctively, pressing against his mouth, urging him deeper. The dual sensation made her mind blank, leaving only the all-consuming need.
A soft whimper slipped from her lips as he added another finger, his serpentine eyes flicking up to meet hers, satisfaction gleaming at her helpless response. She clutched at the table, nails scraping the surface, dishes crashing to the floor.
What looked like scales shifted around the shaft of his cock as he stood over her, stroking himself slowly, teasing her with every movement. The sight made her mouth water, eyes locked on the ridges that would give her unimaginable sensations.
“What is that?” she asked, her voice deepened with pleasure.
He licked his lips, a smirk playing at the corner. “Meeting your expectations.”
Max
The scent of her nerves had Max’s pupils narrowing to slits.
He was about to take her in front of everyone—just like any other time, indulging in the wild debauchery that these parties encouraged. An intoxicating blend of body heat, laughter, and moans pulsed through the room. Bodies entwined, moving without inhibition, and the scent of wine and sweat hung heavy in the air.
But tonight was different. For the first time, he didn’t want anyone else to see him taking her. The sight of her vulnerable, wrapped in that too-tight gown, was meant for his eyes only.
He thrusted forward, making his scaly, rigged cock slide through her core, dragging a desperate moan from her lips. The surrounding murmurs sharpened as his hand tightened in her hair, pulling her towards him, forcing her to sit up. Gasps erupted, eyes darting toward them and how he practically cradled her head to his chest.
But something inside him shifted, raw hunger twisting into something darker. Not just dominance.
Possession.
