“Tell me your name,” Her lips flinched, but I didn’t give her a chance to disappoint me before specifying, “and don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”
Her eyes subtly widened and I felt her weave on those stilettos just a little bit, before her fingers latched onto my shoulder and she hauled herself to her tiptoes, whispering beneath the obnoxious beat of the showroom, “It’s Crystal, but I can’t tell you that.”
I smiled, a sense of victory carrying on the adrenaline that pumped through my veins.
She broke the rules.
For. Me.
She felt it, too, whatever the fuck this was, how the hell could she not?
“Who are you supposed to tell your secrets to?” I murmured, stepping back just enough to allow room for my hands to slide up and frame her face instead.
“N-no one.” She sounded like she was in a daze, before she repeated with a bit more conviction, “I don’t have anyone.”
Her hand drifted down to my chest, allowing me to take control of the encounter and more importantly,her.
I came into the room for a quickie.
I came into this room to set fire to this girl and leave her haunted by the memory of my touch when I left…
So, why the fuck did I lean down and smash my mouth to hers like I was laying claims and erasing prior trespassers?
I kissed her aggressively, sampling the flavor of her lips and testing them for lies. When I came up for air, the vulnerability in those blue jewels convinced me of her words.
She didn’t have any man.
I slid my hands back, tangling my fingers in that gorgeous blonde hair, and tightening my grip until the tension on her scalp surely conveyed how much of a mistake it would be to mislead or disappoint me, “You ain’t been letting anybody in that pretty little box of yours? Hmm? That’s what you want me to believe?”
Chapter Four
Entitled Animals
Crystal
His words grated on old wounds, and his voice did things to me I couldn’t even describe. My skin prickled at his accent and enunciations, and I craved whatever contact he was willing to provide. Whether it set fire to my scalp or left me reeling in the morning.
It was a fucked-up combination, an inner storm of chaos, lust and pride.
“I’ve neverletany man inside me.” Truer words were never spoken.
I’d never willingly laid down for any of them. Men had taken from me, but of my own free will, I’d only ever experimented with women.
The way his eyes flashed at the words made my teeth tingle and for the first time in my life, the idea didn’t seem all that terrifying.
Especially when he pinned me to the wall and kissed me like he never meant to stop. I came up on my toes a little as his hand slid between my thigh, disappearing under the micro-skirt to firmly clutch my pussy.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, while staring into my eyes.
The bass of the music beating outside channeled through the funny bricks. It gripped my lungs and heart, until it felt like everything was in time to the music. He started to grip and relax his hold on me, and I bit back a whimper at the sensation. When he rolled the heel of his hand against my clit and licked my lips like I was about to be his next meal, my thighs clenched around his wrist. That pulsing, lyrical demand met with the suctioning sensation, and the friction threw me over the top.
I came hard.
He drank in my every moan, sampling them and sucking at my lower lip and tongue in a way that left a second orgasm chasing the first before he’d even taken a stitch off me. I was lost to him, the music, and the vibe in general. His every touch sizzled, spreading chills and charging everything in its path with a delicious tingle that left me craving more.
“Hey, Asshole, the bouncer wants to know what song you want played,” someone crowed from the doorway, and I sucked in a surprised breath, realizing the music outside had come to an end and the DJ was introducing the next dancer.
I stared at him like he was my God, and for a minute, he looked just as lust drunk staring down at me.
