“No,” I growl. “Not tonight.”
I don’t want to think about how it’s just a few days until Christmas. I don’t need to.
Across the club, I spot one of the Fiorelli drug peddlers. I make a b-line right for him.
“Whatever pills you got, I want two on the house,” I demand.
He eyes me. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“You don’t know our fucking deal, just give it,” I glare at him.
He digs inside his jacket and pulls out some pills, handing me two of them. “If you’ve been drinking—” he starts, and I cut him off.
“I’ll worry about me, you worry about you.” I pop the pills in my mouth, swallow them dry, and turn back around to find Sasha.
The buzz is starting to get warm and fuzzy. The cold feeling of loneliness and sharp edge of pain leaving me as the shots kick in.
“Sasha?” I mumble, looking for her, but she’s not where I left her. I step around one of the booths, and walk directly into her.
She’s not alone.
She’s being fucked by a guy I’ve never seen before from behind.
“You couldn’t fucking wait?” I ask her.
Her face is red, sweaty, and she’s barely able to talk with how much she’s moaning.
“Why don’t you join?” the guy asks breathlessly.
I walk over and grab him by the back of his hair. “This is my club, I make the rules. Get your dick outta her.”
He laughs, which surprises me, but pulls out of Sasha. She whines in disappointment.
As irritated as I am, seeing the two of them fucking has turned me on. Whatever pills I took are also already starting to get to me. I can’t help but laugh in return.
“No, come on…” Sasha complains. “Someonefuck me.”
My skin is tingling. My hands feel…like they aren’t quite my own. Too big for my body, and my legs move on their own accord without me having to think about my next move.
It’s all a blur, the next twenty minutes.
I’m fucking Sasha until she comes one second and the next, the guy whose name I still don’t know is spitting on my dick and sucking me off until it hurts, and I’m hard again.
Sasha leaves, kissing me on the cheek, but I barely notice. The guy leaves too, but I think he’s just getting us more drinks.
My entire body feels like it’s floating way above the club, and I’m so hot and sweaty that I want to take off all of my clothing.
People have noticed us, they had to have, but no one says anything. No one wants to. Several others run away to get off after seeing us themselves.
I feel a hand on my shoulder from behind, and turn around ready to down whatever drink the guy has brought back.
“This is a bad idea.”
Soren.
He’s staring at me with dark disapproving eyes and his voice is both right in my ear and miles away. He looks hazy. Like he’s moving side to side very fast and very slow at the same time. Maybe that’s me.
“Soren…what do you want?” I ask him, but I can’t stop smiling even when I feel annoyed.
