He growled.
His hand slapped my inner thigh…just enough to sting.
“Don’t call me that,” he snapped.
“Unless you want to get pinned to this bar and f****d like a bad little girl who can’t keep her legs closed.”
My whole body shuddered.
“You think I didn’t see how you looked at me?”
I couldn’t breathe.
“You wanted me to see this cunt through that dress. You wanted my c**k so deep in you you’d forget your own name.”
He leaned in. Pressed his hips against me.
I could feel every inch of it.
That thick, angry c**k.
Right there.
Right against my slit.
Not in. Not moving. Just pressing.
“I’m not going to f**k you,” he said darkly.
“Not tonight.”
I whimpered.
“But I want you to feel what you’re missing.”
And then.
He rolled his hips once.
Just once.
And dragged the length of his c**k against my p***y.
Through my folds.
Through the mess.
Slow. Deliberate
I moaned so loud it echoed off the f*****g ceiling.
III
Midnight Sins
He didn’t stop.
He did it again.
And again.
Just dragging it through my slit, over my clit, through the slick that made it glide like silk.
I tried to buck.
He held me still.
“Not inside,” he growled.
“Not yet.”
My body was on fire.
Every nerve ending was begging.
My cunt was twitching. Clenching. Screaming for something that wasn’t coming.
He leaned down. Bit my lip.
Then pulled back.
And again.
He rolled his hips against me one more time and let out a low moan that sounded like it hurt.
And that’s when my phone started ringing. The ringtone was f*****g loud and relentless. It annoyed me. Who the f**k was calling me?
I gasped, reached for it with trembling hands, glanced at the screen.
Tasha.
Her name lit up with fire emojis.
I answered, still breathless, dress hiked to my waist, thighs spread, p***y wet against his c**k.
Her voice burst through the speaker.
“b***h! Come downstairs now or I’m leaving without you!”
I tried to speak. Failed. Swallowed hard. Tried again.
“…I’m sorry,”
I said weakly.
“I gotta go. I have to-“
I stepped off the bar. Legs shaking. Face flushed.
Turned toward the door.
But before I could take a step, Damon grabbed my wrist.
His grip was firm yet commanding at the same time.
His voice was low.
“Stay away from the boys at the party.”
I turned slowly. Looked up at him.
“And if they come near me?”
I whispered.
His eyes burned through mine.
Midnight Sins
He leaned in.
“Wanna find out?” he asked.
Then he smacked my ass.
Hard.
I gasped.
He smirked.
“Now leave,” he said, “before I rip that f*****g dress off your body and f**k you into next week.”
I didn’t breathe again until I was out the door.
But even then.
I was still wet.
Still trembling.
And still his.
The front door slammed behind me.
I didn’t breathe until I hit the night air.
The wind was cool against my flushed skin, but it didn’t help. Not when my cunt was still soaked, not when my thighs were slick and shaking, not when the scent of him was still on me like a second skin.
I hurried barefoot across the driveway, the stupid mesh dress clinging to every curve, the slap of my heartbeat louder than the breeze. Damon’s warning echoed through my head with every step.
Stay away from the boys at the party.
Wanna find out?
Leave before I rip that dress off your body and f**k you. f**k.
My body was still in that room. Bent over that bar. Soaked in the ache of almost.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.