Every touch.
Every heated glance.
By the time we got home tonight, she’d be strung-out and desperate for me.
Her cunt was squeezing me as I thrusted into her again and again, railing her as hard as I possibly could.
My thighs tensed as my pace changed, much to her dismay. A deep, throaty grunt rumbled in my chest as my cock twitched inside of her, just before my cum shot out, filling her up. The quick, brutal fuck left a tingling sensation at the bottom of my spine, like I wasn’t done.
And I wasn’t.
But we had somewhere to be.
“Stay,” he commanded as he got out of the car.
“Sir—” the chauffeur started, his door also open, but even he knew it was hopeless to argue with Rowen when he had his mind set on something. So, he shut his door and sighed, giving me a playful wink in the rearview mirror.
I sat impatiently as he rounded the car and opened my door. His hand stretched out, demanding mine, and he helped me to the sidewalk.
“Thanks, Bernard,” Rowen said before shutting the door.
His hand settled on my lower back as he guided me toward the club, where a huge line of people stood along the building, waiting to get in. We didn’t go to the end of the line. Rowen led us to the front, where a large, muscular bouncer stood, looking terrifying.
“Hey,” he greeted my stepbrother with a smile. “Head on inside.”
“Thanks, Mike,” Rowen replied.
I didn’t have time to express my gratitude, since Rowen whisked me inside so quickly, a blast of cool air blew my hair off my shoulders. His touch disappeared as he shook the hand of someone just inside.
“Wow,” I whispered, my breath caught in my throat.
My chest was flooded with the beat of the deep bass. The lighting was low, but deep reds and soft whites washed over the room in waves.
There was a giant crystal chandelier above the central floor—a sunken dance floor. Every time the lights hit it, glittering stars painted the ceiling.
Booths made of dark wood and lined with leather bordered the outer edge. They all had high backs, keeping their occupants private.
A second floor, lined with a glass railing, revealed more space, though it seemed like a different atmosphere up there—elevated, more exclusive.
People wearing silk dresses and fancy suits filled the large room, gliding through the space with a sense of ease, as if they belonged. Just under the music, there was the hum of talking and laughter as they clinked their glasses.
The room evensmelledexpensive, like pricey perfume and exotic flowers.
I tugged at my dress.
What am I even doing here?
His firm, comforting hand found the small of my back just in time to stop me from running out.
He leaned in, his breath tickling my ear. “Breathe.”
One word, but it was all I needed to quiet my nerves.
He pulled me to his side, his body heat relaxing mine. Then, we were moving, and while I looked around nervously, feeling like everyone’s eyes were on me, judging me, he walked like heowned the damn place. People moved out of his way, watching as we passed, like they were mesmerized by him.
And I understood the feeling.
Rowen led me past a bar, where several people were watching the bartender make their drinks, and into a short hall that led to a staircase.
