Chapter 4 #2
“Take off the sash,” I demand. Maybe I can get back to my plan if she loses the reminder that she’s getting married.
She doesn’t hesitate to pull the offending material over her head.
A song starts playing. Not one I recognize, but the beat is good.
A lot of men avoid dancing, but I’ve always liked it.
It’s as close to fucking you can get away with in a crowded room.
I grab her waist and pull her close to my body.
“While I think about what I want to do with you, how about you dance with me?”
I don’t wait for her answer, instead I shove my leg between her thighs, shoving her scrap of a dress up her legs. Not like she was going to say no. Not judging by the way she’s grinding against my thigh.
We move to the music. I’m getting angry because my dick still isn’t getting the memo that we’ve got access to easy pussy. Perhaps that’s the problem though. I’m in the mood to do battle, not have a woman just fall at my feet.
The sounds of moans filter above the music, making me turn my head to see my friends. They both have two women on either side of them. West has taken it further than Asher, but that’s not a surprise. He’s always been a bit on the exhibitionist side.
His hand is up the skirt of one of the women while the other kneels between his legs. Her head bobs up and down leaving no doubt she’s giving him head.
Asher is more tame in comparison kissing one woman while the other trails kisses down his neck. There’s some groping going on too, but I don’t really study them any longer. I try to turn my attention to the little cheater in my arms.
I couldn’t be less interested.
She continues to grind her ass against my very uninterested cock. I don’t know if it’s her, or if the pills and booze have ruined any chance of me ever getting it up again.
I don’t know how long I keep the dance going trying to get it up, but several songs have passed and I’m about as turned on as if she kneed me straight in the balls.
A loud commotion sounds over by the bouncer. I look over and see him manhandling someone. She’s too small to see much around him, but as she thrashes around in his hold I see her long dark hair fly out around him.
“Bring her up,” I shout for him.
His head whips around. “Sir, she isn’t on the list.”
Weston’s head lifts. “Unless you want to be on our list, do as he says. Spoiler alert, it would be our shit list.”
Sloane climbs the last few stairs looking like a prissy librarian. Her pencil skirt is sexy as fuck, but it’s definitely not club wear. I bet she can’t even dance as tight as it hugs her curves. Her eyes widen when she makes it all the way into our section.
Her face turns a vivid red when she takes in the hedonistic scene in front of her. Her bee-stung lips fall open in an O, and my dick finally wakes up imagining those fat lips parting around my cock.
The little cheater in my arms mistakenly thinks that the resuscitation of my dick is due to her efforts, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. My eyes are on Sloane the entire time. Hers burn with anger, and maybe a hint of lust. The fire in them spurs me on, and I kiss the woman back.
She tastes like tequila and regret, but I give it my all, putting on the performance of my life. In truth, the only way I would be able to fuck her is if Sloane continues to stare daggers at me. Her irritation is like an aphrodisiac and I need more of it.
I wonder what her hatred would feel like.
The passing thought has me harder than a rock. I know it’s a horrible idea, but I’ve been really good at bringing those to fruition lately.
“We’re going,” she demands, and taps her toe.
Something in her tone has the girls scrambling to get up. I was expecting them to pull the usual bitchy puck bunny move and argue with her.
Weston is less than amused when the one working his cock starts to abandon him. His hand fists in her hair and holds her in place. “Where are you going? You aren’t finished.”
Sloane makes a gagging sound, but instead of registering it as disgust different images come into my mind. Different ways of making her gag run through my head, and I’m positive now that my dick isn’t broken after all. My morality is, but my dick apparently functions just fine.
She pulls her phone out of her small purse. “Let’s go or I’ll call Gerald and let him deal with you.”
I push the bride away, and hand her back her sash, giving her a small shove toward the stairs. “Fuck off. I hope your fiancé finds out you’re a cheating whore.”
She huffs, “Asshole,” under her breath.
I shrug. “I’ll own that, but at least I’m not a cheater. I fucking hate cheaters.”
I don’t spare her a second glance when she stomps down the stairs. Her friends reluctantly follow her back down to the lower level. I said I’d give her a story, but I never promised it would be a good one.
When the women leave I jerk my head silently asking West and Asher to give us some space. They know I’ve been saddled with a publicist, but they haven’t seen her until now. I’m not loving the hungry way they’re looking at her.
We don’t have long up here alone. It is only a matter of time before they’re recognized on the main floor. Not that they won’t work it to their advantage, but I know eventually they’ll find a couple more women and retreat back to this space.
I put my hand on her throat and walk her backwards until her back is pressed against the wall. “Did you just threaten me?” I ask in a low, menacing tone.
Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. “I’m just trying to do my job, and you’re making it harder.”
I chuckle, and have an urge to tell what she’s making hard for me. Instead I refocus on my anger. “Listen here, little girl, you do not control, manage, or handle me, got it? Gerry isn’t going to swoop in and save you from losing your job by sending me to bed with a slap on the hand.”
“Then what can I do? I can’t lose this job, and you’re up here feeling up a bridal party.”
“I’m pretty sure there was more than feeling up happening.” By the guys, but I leave that part out. I find I like playing the villain in her story.
“If you want me to go to bed like a good boy, you’re going to have to put me there yourself,” I grumble.
“Wh…what do you mean?” she stammers.
“I mean, unless you are going to be willing to step in for the puck bunnies, you are going to have to learn to spin the story in front of you.”
Her large gray eyes blink up at me. “I’ll lose my job.”
I shrug one shoulder. “There are other jobs.”
She shakes her head emphatically. “I won’t graduate, and my brother—”
“Not. My. Problem.” Yes, I’m aware I’m being the king of dicks, but I let myself have a soft spot for a woman and got humiliated for my compassion and care.
“What can I do?” Her question comes out in a whisper.
My thumb swipes up and down her pulse point. “If you want me to stay in and avoid any situation where I might make a spectacle of myself, then you are going to have to entertain me.”
She’s not even raising a fuss that I’m holding her by the throat, something I am very aware of.
“I…I can’t do what I think you’re asking,” she says in the same quiet voice.
“What am I asking you to do?” I need to make her say it. I’m pretty sure she’s innocent, not sure how when she’s got a body built for sin, but her level of discomfort screams her inexperience.
She flaps her hand in the direction of where Asher and West were entertaining when she first came up here. “You know.”
“Am I going to make you blow me?”
Her face turns an even deeper crimson, and she nods.
“Have you ever sucked a cock before, baby girl?”
She shakes her head as much as she can with my hand still around her throat.
I lean close to whisper in her ear. “You’re well and truly fucked now, because if you want me to play along, help you keep your job, you will be mine. At least as long as I want you to be.”
I pull away from her so she can see the seriousness in my facial expression.
“I’m not offering you romance, love, or to be your boyfriend.
Don’t get any notions like that. I will fuck you, in every way you can imagine, and many ways your innocent little mind won’t let you consider yet.
But you will. When I’m done with you, and there will be an end date, you will have shed every bit of the innocence I see burning in your face.
If you can accept my terms, I’ll put on the facade to the world you need me to in order to keep your job. Take it or leave it.”
“I could call Audra,” she says, but I think even she knows that her cutthroat manager won’t have her back.
I level her with a look, and watch her shrink in on herself. For some sick reason watching her moral dilemma play out is the best foreplay I’ve ever had.
Her eyes drop down, and I know she’s going to say yes.
I also know she doesn’t want to.
I’m sick, because knowing that won’t stop me from taking advantage of her.
Sloane Cordero just became my favorite toy.