Strong hands gripped my waist, twisting me around to allow me to grind on the man who’d initiated. He licked the shell of my ear, and I was so far gone I didn’t carewhathe looked like. I needed dick, and if he’d provide,perfect.
At the end of the song, I turned around, allowing my hands to roam over his chest. Blonde hair, green eyes—a smug smile highlighting his clean-shaven face. His nose was slanted, like one of those Greek statues. By anyone else’s standards, he’d be gorgeous, but I liked my men rugged, a bit deranged, yet willing to submit. He was the complete opposite, but with at least four drinks in my system, I didn’tfuckingcare.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled him in for my final test as my lips pressed against his. It was wet, sloppy, andhighlyinfluenced by the amount of alcohol he’d drunk, but it was okay. No spark, but I was here for casual. I didn’t do long-term, and he’d suffice.
My fingers tangled in his hair as my leg hooked around his, grinding against him as his tongue fought for dominance. He wouldn’t find it with me.
His hands settled on the patchwork of flowers covering my ass, a hiss leaving me at the contact. Three weeks of hell wasn’t worth just a kiss. I pulled away slightly, panting. “Want to get out of here?” It was breathless, but if Simon and Liam were taking bets, I’d definitely won.
“No, he doesn’t.” The rugged, gravelly voice interrupted before the blonde could respond, belonging to none other than the man I’d desperately tried to escape.
I waited for my breathing to even before flicking my gaze to the asshole. Wrapping my hand around the guy I was leaving with, I glowered.
“Yes, he does. We were just leaving,” I spat, tugging him away.
What the fuck washedoing?
Thorne’s fingers slipped through my belt loop, ripping me back toward him. “No. You’re. Not.”
“I don’t need this shit,” the blonde muttered before ripping his arm from my grip.
My jaw slackened as I tugged, but Thorne’s finger was still wrapped around my belt loop. “Not enough to fuck with me at base that you have to do it here, too? What?Daddygot mad and sent you after me as a chaperone?”
A sneer spread across his lips, his eyes darkening as an oak brown replaced the usual golden hue of his irises. “I don’t follow your dad’s orders on the weekends. So, despite your attempt to piss me off, you’re spewing false accusations.”
“Oh, so you’re doing it forfunthen?” I snapped, brushing beads of sweat from my forehead. The lights were relentless, heat trapped on the dance floor as bodies hovered around us. My finger pressed against his chest, digging into the bruise I remembered seeing when he’d lifted his shirt. “I thought you said I could have apleasantnight.”
“I did,” Thorne replied, his hand curling around mine and ripping it away from him. “Though I didn’t specify whatthatmeant. You won’t be leaving here with anyone. Indulge however else you wish.”
My brows furrowed, my cross necklace swinging as I yanked away from his grip. “I can do whatever I want. I canfuckwhoever. I cankisswhoever, and I sure as hell can leave with whatever goddamn person I want to.”
My shirt plopped to the floor, and I reached over to grab it, my balance almost faltering. Snatching it from being trampled, I stuffed it back into my pocket. And before I knew it, his arm snaked around my waist, lifting me from the ground with sickening ease.
“What… What the hell?” I wiggled, but liquor flowed through my veins instead of blood, my head pumping with the vile shit.
“You want to argue with me? Fine. But we aren’t doing this outhere.”
Snaking through the crowd, he hauled me off as if I were a suitcase filled with feathers. Every attempt to free myself proved useless, and before I knew it, we were in one of the single-person bathrooms lining the far wall of the club. Thorne locked the door shut behind us, dropping me to the ground.
I scrambled to my feet and chucked my shirt at him. “Let me out. Fuck, this night’s ruined already! I’ll just walk back to base.”
“No.” He folded his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door that sealed my fate.
“So you’re just going to kidnap me?” I yelled, lifting my palm to wave it in the air. “I’ll addthatto the list of fucked up things you’ve done to me.” An anxious laugh bubbled from me.
His lengthy stride closed the gap, his hand finding my throat as he shoved my back into the wall. He glowered at me, leaning forward until his scent greeted me—forest pine with a hint of something darker.
“You’re fuckingmaddening,” he growled, his nose inches from mine.
“Maddening? At least I’m not the one with a fucking hard on. What? Torture turns you on? Can’t wait to break me again?” I spat, my hands spreading against the wall to give me leverage.
“No,Oren.Youturn me on.” His words slammed into me, but he gave me no time to rebut. “God, I don’t know what it is about you, but you’re inescapable. Every moment, every fuckinginstantI am away from you, I can’t help but find my mind wandering to possibilities I shouldn’t even be considering.ThingsI want to do to you, for you to do tome,thatmytitle makes damn near impossible. You’re a fucking drug, more addictive than the alcohol I drown myself in, and I can’t figure outwhy.You’re fucking infuriating.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Quit fucking with me,Graves.”
He grabbed my hand before he could continue, bringing it to rest on his hardened member. “Doesthisfeel like I’m fucking with you? I may be a fucking asshole, Oren, but I amnota liar.”
I swallowed, the sheer size alone making my mouth water. “Stop… Stop whatever game this is, because it’s one thing to fuck with my body, but it’s another thing to mess withmy head.”
