Chapter Four
Entitled Animals
Crystal
His words grated on old wounds, and his voice did things to me I couldn’t even describe. My skin prickled at his accent and enunciations, and I craved whatever contact he was willing to provide. Whether it set fire to my scalp or left me reeling in the morning.
It was a fucked-up combination, an inner storm of chaos, lust and pride.
“I’ve never let any man inside me.” Truer words were never spoken.
I’d never willingly laid down for any of them. Men had taken from me, but of my own free will, I’d only ever experimented with women.
The way his eyes flashed at the words made my teeth tingle and for the first time in my life, the idea didn’t seem all that terrifying.
Especially when he pinned me to the wall and kissed me like he never meant to stop. I came up on my toes a little as his hand slid between my thigh, disappearing under the micro-skirt to firmly clutch my pussy.
“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, while staring into my eyes.
The bass of the music beating outside channeled through the funny bricks.
It gripped my lungs and heart, until it felt like everything was in time to the music.
He started to grip and relax his hold on me, and I bit back a whimper at the sensation.
When he rolled the heel of his hand against my clit and licked my lips like I was about to be his next meal, my thighs clenched around his wrist. That pulsing, lyrical demand met with the suctioning sensation, and the friction threw me over the top.
I came hard.
He drank in my every moan, sampling them and sucking at my lower lip and tongue in a way that left a second orgasm chasing the first before he’d even taken a stitch off me.
I was lost to him, the music, and the vibe in general.
His every touch sizzled, spreading chills and charging everything in its path with a delicious tingle that left me craving more.
“Hey, Asshole, the bouncer wants to know what song you want played,” someone crowed from the doorway, and I sucked in a surprised breath, realizing the music outside had come to an end and the DJ was introducing the next dancer.
I stared at him like he was my God, and for a minute, he looked just as lust drunk staring down at me.
“When can I see you?” The need in his voice made me clench inside all over again.
I licked my lips, as the many warnings from the other girls sounded in my head. I’d never taken a man home with me, and it seemed everyone but me had a horror story.
“Anthony? You alive in there, son? That girl ain’t big enough to suffocate your narrow ass.” His friend taunted from outside the door.
“Fuck off, C.C.!” Anthony yelled toward the door.
I knew better, but there was something besides the thundering bass, and electric charge between us. I was trembling inside and out, and every time he looked at me, I forgot how to breathe again.
“Fuck, Anthony, get out here.” C.C. roared, all the play gone from his voice. “Hurry the fuck up, Mak’s got something brewing out here in the parking lot.”
Anthony’s hand slammed against the wall beside me, and I screamed, my shoulders pinching protectively toward my neck.
“Give me your fuckin’ number, I don’t have time for this hard-to-get shit.”
I blinked, my lungs suddenly failing me for an entirely different reason. Those lust-filled eyes were hardening right before me. His jaw set and he scoffed, shoving off the wall.
My lips tested a slew of shapes, but my lungs still couldn’t lend wind to words. I watched him storm out of the champagne room, slapping a hand over my mouth to catch the sob.
How close had I been to a horror story?
How the fuck could an entitled animal look so good?