I toss back the rest of my drink in one swallow, the burn of the Hennessy doing little to cool my simmering irritation. Standing abruptly, I reach for Blair, my fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist.
“Come dance with me,” I say.
She looks up at me, startled but compliant. I don’t spare Dylan another glance.
“Calvin… what are you doing?” Blair asks, her voice barely audible over the thrum of the music.
I don’t respond. Instead, I lead her onto the crowded dance floor, the pulsing lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors over her flawless skin. As soon as we’re surrounded by a sea of bodies, I spin her around, pulling her flush against me.
The beat is unfamiliar, but it doesn’t matter. Blair moves with a sensuality that’s effortless, magnetic, like she was made for the music. Her smile is electric, laced with a teasing challenge I can’t resist.
It doesn’t take long for the vibe to shift. She turns, grinding her ass against me, moving to the rhythm like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. Every roll of her hips fans the fire inside me, until I’m hard and aching against her.
“Peach,” I growl into her ear, gripping her hips tightly to keep her close.
She spins back around, her eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger, and I snap. I crash my mouth onto hers, kissing her like I might die if I don’t. It’s rough, messy, consuming. She moans into it, giving just as much as she takes, her hands gripping the front of my shirt like she might tear it open.
“I need to fuck you.Now,” I rasp against her lips.
Her breath catches.
I lean in again, catching her earlobe between my teeth before I whisper, “Let’s get out of here.”
“What about the others?” she asks.
“I don’t give a fuck about the others. They’re grown, they’ll figure it out.”
I brush my lips along the shell of her ear, letting my voicedrop dark and low. “Now you either walk out with me, or I carry you. Your choice.”
She laughs, sweet, wicked, knowing. It only makes me hungrier.
“Okay, let’s go,” she says, slipping her hand into mine.
I don’t waste a second. I weave us through the crowd with a firm, possessive grip on her.
The door clicks shut, and I’ve got her in my arms before the echo fades. Her legs lock around my waist, arms looped tight around my neck as our mouths collide, hungry, breathless, insatiable. I carry her to the bedroom, bumping into walls and laughing between kisses that turn dirtier by the second.
Inside, I drop her onto the bed like something I own, something Ineed. She scrambles to her knees, pulling off her red dress teasingly, painfully slowly. Her heels follow, and then she’s bare beneath the soft glow of the room, golden skin, flushed cheeks, and fire in her eyes.
It takes everything not to tear into her right then.
I strip fast, my dick already painfully hard. The air crackles between us, thick with lust. She reaches for me, but I’m already there, pinning her to the mattress with my weight, our bodies a perfect fit.
I kiss her again, slower now, deliberate, devouring. She melts beneath me like she’s made to be there.
Her scent, the soft gasp she lets out when my fingers graze her skin, the way she grips my shoulders like she’ll fall apart without me, it drives mewild. Tonight, I’m not just claiming her, I’m reminding her who she fucking belongs to.
I move to her neck, kissing, biting, sucking until I leave a mark that saysmine. My hands find her breasts, fingers drawing lazy circles around her nipples until she squirms, chasing more. She arches, needy. Desperate.
So, I stop.
“What are you doing?” she breathes, uncertain.
I don’t answer. My hand trails lower, fingers hovering just above her soaked heat, so close she can taste it, but never quite there. She whimpers, thighs trembling, breath ragged.
“Sir,” she groans.
I smirk. My dick is throbbing, begging for her, but this isn’t about me. It’s about teaching her a lesson.
