"I'm fine," she sighs, rolling her eyes. I hold her tighter, my body humming with her at my side. I can feel the curve of her hip beneath my hand, the heat of her skin.
"She said she was fine," I demand.
"Fuck sakes, I don't have time for this," the guy groans, shaking his head. He glances at Nikita again, and she smiles, shrugging. "I'm really fine," she says again.
"Whatever," he grunts, backing off. He never stood a chance against me anyway. No one does. Especially not when they're trying to interfere with something that belongs to me.
He walks away, and Nikita spins to confront me about it. "Stop acting like you own me!" she blurts out. But before she has a chance to say another word, I grab her jaw and kiss her.
The possessive sensations pulsing through me are heightened by adrenaline, need, and the insatiable desire to have her.
I've been controlling myself all night. But now… I can't anymore. I can't resist her for another second.
And to make things even worse, Nikita melts against me and doesn't hesitate to kiss me in return.
The moment our lips touch, a fire spreads through me. Each flame licking away at that control until there is none left.
Her fingers are knotted in my shirt, tugging, pulling me even closer. She moans against my mouth, and new sensations vibrate through me.
This is too much to bear.
She is too much to bear.
The burden of restraint leaves me as I run my hands down her back, over the curve of her spine and arch of her ass.
Fuck, she is perfect in every single way.
I need to get her out of here, to take her home.
But even as I think it, I know it isn't going to happen. There's no stopping what I've started. There is only this one carnal thought spinning through my mind.Take her. Now.
Nikita stands on her tiptoes and wraps her hands around my neck. She brushes her nails along the back of my shoulders, creating goosebumps over my skin.
I step away from her, breathless. Taking her hand, I pull her to follow me, and she does so without a word of protest.
There are private VIP sections, and it's the best place I can think of right now before I end up fucking her against the railing overlooking the dance floor.
I pull her around the corner into the hallway of glowing red lights. Connected to it are private VIP sections, but none of them have doors. There is no guaranteed privacy.
It will have to do.
The last few rooms are empty, so I pick the furthest one. Inside is a low table surrounded by a wide, circular leather sofa, which runs along the wall of the room.
The lights are red in here, too. The room glows with a lustful energy. Red on her skin. Red reflecting in her bright, wide eyes as she stares up at me, her lips parted, her breath heavy.
All I care about is that we're alone as I drag her back into my arms and press my lips onto hers once more.
She moans, loud and desperate as I push my tongue into her mouth.
My cock is achingly hard. Throbbing and bulging against my pants.
I lift Nikita and spread her legs around my waist, my fingers dipping between her legs and brushing over her panties.In my arms, her entire body shivers with pleasure, and I press my fingers harder against her sweet, swollen little clit.
I push her back against the wall and hook my finger into her panties, tugging them aside so I can brush my fingers against her skin. Smooth, soft, and warm. Delightfully soaked with her lust. I pull my hand away, and she gasps, but when I dip my fingers into my mouth to taste her, her eyes go wide with surprise.
"Fuck me… It's like honey," I growl.
Suddenly, the urge to have my lips against her pussy is the only thing I can think about.
