I stared at the club floor, watching the bodies move together. Despite everything falling in my lap and seeing Malcolm commit in gay acts, I felt something else stirring inside me. I was so turned on, deeply, and I had no idea why.
“Syx,” I muttered barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” His bushy brows rose.
“I’m, so fucking disgusted,” I spat. “But I’m sort of turned on. I just saw my ex husband getting his dick sucked by a man. Amid all of that I’m so turned on right now. What the fuck is wrong with me?” I shrieked.
My eyes turned to slits as I glanced over at him with widened eyes and a low gasp escaped my throat. “You put something in my drink didn’t you?”
“Nyne,” he scoffed. “Be fucking for real. I’on need to drug you to fuck you.”
Blankly, I stared at him, studying his expression. Childishly, I needed someone else to blame for my own pity. Did I really mean that shit? I didn’t, but I needed someone else to take my anger out on, but it wasn’t right. Syx didn’t do shit to me, so why I was making him suffer for the shame of another man?
Releasing a deep breath, my chest sank. “I know, I’m just?—”
He cut me off to say, “Irritated and need somebody to blame.”
I shot my eyes over at him and parted my lips to offer and apologize. “I’m?—”
“Ain’t no need to feel sorry for yourself, Nyne. You’re human and you’re entitled to feel shit.”
“I don’t want you thinking I have feelings for him at all.” I offered an explanation. “I don’t want to feel anything but hate for him.”
Syx’s brows hiked. “None of that is my concern baby. That’s a personal matter on the other side of your heart I don’t have access to.”
Yet, is what I really wanted to say, but I chose the safe side.
“That only answers one question, but not the other.” I retorted.
Syx licked his lips and said, “Lay back and relax for me.”
“What?” I questioned him, my voice laced in nervousness. “Right here, right now.”
“Yes. Do as I tell you to.”
Obeying him, I laid back. My bare back felt the coolness from the leather couch, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I sank deeper into the couch and anticipated his next move. Before I could blink, Syx bent down, parted my legs and slid my lace thong to the side and inhaled my scent.
“You’re here with me. You belong to me. You’re wearing my wrist band, so you’ll do as I tell you to until I tell you to stop. That’ll gone on for the remainder, as long as you’re here. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
He shot his eyes up at me and held the gaze for a while, neither one of us looked away. But I blinked, unable to hold the gaze.
“You’re staring at me,” I said softly.
“I know,” he responded. “You’re beautiful Nyne. And you smell so damn good. You always smell good. Shit drives me crazy. It shouldn’t but it does and your pussy,” he sighed and gazed down at my swollen, wet lips. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty. When I close my eyes, this is all I see behind my lids. I ain’t suppose to be thinkin’ ‘bout you like this. I’m breaking all the rules and that shit ain’t fair.”
My breath caught in the back of my throat. “Syx…” My voice trailed off.
“I know what I said about boundaries, and not catching feelings, but sitting here with you, watching you discover yourself and seeing you come alive, and closer to your goal, it’s getting harder to remember why I made those rules.”
My heart began to race. “Then maybe it’s time you stop following them.”
His chiseled jaw tightened. “That’s dangerous Nyne. This is dangerous. You make me break my own fuckin’ rules,” he spat angrily, and palmed his head. Then he muttered something I couldn’t make out to himself.
“I don’t care,” I retorted.
He raised his head, his eyes locking with mine, igniting a potent mix of need and something dangerous, a flame that burned too fiercely to extinguish.
