My laughter caressed her neck as I dropped kisses on it and dragged my hands up her sides.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t wonder what this was like when you watched those depraved acts out there. I saw that look in your eyes.” I dipped my fingers into the top of her dress, rubbing her peaked nipples. Her whimper sent a sharp bolt of pleasure through me. “I bet you’re fucking drenched right now.”
The flush on her cheeks deepened, and her irises glazed over, pupils blown out. “Don’t,” she pleaded as I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress.
“Don’t what? Find out how much you’re enjoying this?” I gripped her ass and shoved my leg between hers, forcing her pussy against my thigh.
Her ragged cry had me in a chokehold.
Fuck.
What was it about this girl that stripped me of all my defenses and actually forced me to feel—every damn thing?
The dampness between her legs soaked into my black slacks.
She could take my cock right now. No further preparation needed. She might not be mentally ready, but her body was.
“I knew it,” I growled into her ear, biting it and earning another moan. “Tell me to stop now, and I will.” Even the fucked-up parts of me weren’t sick enough to force a girl.
She went very still.
For a moment, I thought she might end this before it got good.
Then, she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
Her hips rocked against mine, and her back arched as she strained in the bindings.
Angels could have descended from the heavens, and I wouldn’t have paid them a lick of attention, not while I had this sweet girl at my mercy. After tonight, my unchained darkness would tarnish and taint her innocence.
And for some fucking reason, she seemed to like this perverse side of me. Most girls would’ve run.
But she stayed.
She enjoyedme, not the Davenport name or my perfect mask.
Me.
Could I have misjudged her? Maybe she was more dangerous than I thought.
Either way, I wouldn’t let this one go until I’d had my fill.
My hand moved from her ass, and as I snagged the edge of her thong, poised to rip it clean off, a scream tore through the party.
CHAPTER 8
SOMETHING REALLY BAD
Lexi
My entire body froze at the sound. “What was that?” I screeched.
The guy released my panties with a grunt, and a tiny dark part of me was disappointed before I snapped some sense into my lusty pussy and tried to wriggle free of the gilded manacles. And what the hell was wrong with me, letting some stranger handcuff me to a wall?
His musky, expensive cologne lingered between us, dragging up memories I’d tried to bury. For once, I hadn’t been the terrified girl trapped in the passenger seat of a stranger’s car. Tonight, I’d been the one choosing.
As messed up as it sounded, for once, I hadn’t felt powerless.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “I have to go.” He took a step back, and my body slumped forward the instant I was freed from the unyielding cage of his broad chest.
