Chapter 35 #3
“I. Don’t. Care. Sparkle,” I growl out, thrusting my finger in and out of her as I enunciate each word, making her gasp.
“If you want to fuck Koen, if you want to fuck Alaric, I’d be right there, telling them how to make you scream.
” My hand stills as I clench my jaw. “But Harrington? He’s the goddamn enemy. ”
She shifts away from me slightly, searching my face. “What if he isn’t?”
“And what if he helped murder one of my favorite people?” I push harder against her then, rubbing her clit, and her hands fly up to my shoulders, fingers digging in.
“Enough with your what-ifs,” I snarl out, my touch relentless.
“I’m done hearing them.” Her body tenses as she teeters on the edge, then trembles in earnest as her breaths turn to ragged gasps.
Then, when she’s about to break, I stop.
She lets out a frustrated sound, her eyes narrowing as they meet mine. “Are you… punishing me?”
I let a slow, wicked grin cross my face as I reach into my pocket for the small toy I brought tonight. Her eyes widen when I reach past her and turn on the tap, running the toy under hot water, keeping my gaze locked on hers, daring her to guess my next move.
“What… what are you doing?”
I turn off the stream as I widen her thighs with my free hand. Bringing the toy between them, I brush the lace of her panties aside once more and slip the toy inside, watching her eyes carefully for her reaction.
Except I don’t have to. It’s all in her body, in the way she tenses for the briefest moment before melting into my touch like she did when I barged in here and kissed her.
“This isn’t a punishment,” I murmur, my lips brushing against hers as I press the button on the remote, smiling as I feel the subtle vibration against my hand where I’m still palming her pussy. My pussy. “It’s a reminder.”
“A reminder of wh-what?” She stumbles on her words as she shudders and drinks it in before I push again to increase the intensity.
“Of the perks of owning me.” I love to see her body squirm under my control, but when she reaches the edge again, I switch off the toy.
Her eyes blaze as she glares up at me, breath coming in shallow gasps. “Why does it feel like a punishment then?”
“That’s a new look on you,” I whisper. “Annoyed… and a little desperate. I think I’ll add that to my list of favorite expressions. Now come on,” I instruct as I attempt to straighten her skirt. “Get up and back to the party.”
“Sylus… this is serious business. We can’t play around like this here.”
“Why not?” I challenge, tilting her chin up with my finger when she doesn’t meet my gaze. “You’ve got him where we need him, right?”
She hesitates, then nods almost reluctantly. “Yeah. He asked me on a date for Tuesday.”
“You’re so damn good, baby.” I grin, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “You can think of this as your reward.”
There’s still hesitation behind her eyes as she sighs. “Sylus.”
“What?” I brush a strand of hair from her mask, giving her a challenging look. “You scared?”
That does it. She shakes her head, adjusts her panties, and slips off the counter.
But before she can take a step, I grab her wrist and tug her to me, capturing her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss.
Her hands find my hair, gripping tight, and I’m not stopping until she remembers exactly who she craves.
When I finally break the kiss, I hold up my pinky finger between us, eyes locked with hers. “Promise me,” I murmur, the words a low, rough command wrapped in a question. “That I’m the only one who gets you this worked up.”
She looks at me, breathless, hooking her pinky around mine. “I promise,” she whispers, and I hold her gaze as I brush a kiss across our locked fingers.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur against her skin before letting her go, giving her a smack on the ass. “Now go back to him and try not to think about me.”
I’m grinning like crazy as she walks away with that slightly irritated twist to her lips. Yeah, let’s see if she keeps looking at him that way while she’s dripping for me.
I wait several moments, then head back to the guys, weaving through the party, smug in the knowledge that I literally have the remote to her pussy in my hand.
It’s hard to wipe the smirk off my face as I catch sight of Levi and Ezra talking and laughing together.
Koen’s watching me intently as I approach, his expression unreadable.
“Where were you?” Koen asks suspiciously as soon as I’m close enough to hear him.
“Bathroom.” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Really?” Koen raises an eyebrow, then gestures toward my face as he adds, “And you look like this because of it?”
I flash him a grin. “What can I say? Bathrooms are underrated.”
Koen lets out a frustrated huff, then admits, “I want to go home. This shit sucks.”
My gaze drifts across the room, and I catch sight of Sparkle as she returns to Harrington’s side. They’re back on the dance floor, picking up where they left off, and while she’s handling herself perfectly, I find that it still gnaws at me, seeing her so close to him.
“Same.”
Koen follows my gaze, watching her with thinly veiled annoyance. “Looks like she’s doing good.”
“Yeah,” I agree, though I feel the prick of jealousy again as she smiles up at him.
My fingers find the remote in my pocket, and I turn up the intensity a notch, watching with satisfaction as her shoulders stiffen a split-second before she shudders.
A moment later, she casts a glance around until her gaze lands on me, shooting me a death glare.
Which prompts Harrington to pull her closer to him, his hand a little too low on her back for my liking. I press the remote again, watching as she fights against a tremor, trying to keep her composure, though her eyes flash in my direction again.
Oops.
“Is she okay?” Koen frowns in concern. “She looks rattled.”
“Oh, she’s more than okay,” I assure him, unable to contain my amusement.
Koen’s gaze drops to my hand in my pocket, and his brow lifts. “What are you doing? We’re in public.”
“Shut up.” I snicker, pulling the remote out, and without missing a beat, I pass it over to him. “Give it a go, brother. Let it sparkle.”
Koen twists the dial experimentally, and I watch as Sparkle shifts unnaturally on the dance floor, her previously graceful movements turning a little more erratic as she struggles to hold it together.
“Nothing’s happening.” Koen glances around, his expression puzzled. “What is this?”
“Something’s happening, all right,” I reply, biting back a grin as Sparkle almost trips over her own feet.
“Are you messing with the lights or something?” Koen looks around, his confusion growing as he continues guessing. “Did you steal the remote for the sound system?”
He turns up the knob again, assessing the large room. This time, Sparkle actually jumps, and I see the moment she leans toward a bewildered Nicholas, probably to deliver an excuse, before she practically stumbles off the dance floor, striding directly toward me with fire in her eyes.
She stops right in front of me with a glare, her voice a breathless whisper as she holds out her hand to me. “Give it to me. It’s too much. I can’t—”
“Nope.” I hold up my hands, all innocent, as I cut her off. “Wasn’t me.”
Her eyes snap to Koen, who’s still clutching the remote, frowning down at it.
“Koen,” she says sharply, taking a step closer to him the exact moment he absentmindedly twists the dial a notch higher.
She gasps, and her knees almost give out, but she manages to grab onto his arm, her fingers digging into the fabric of his suit.
Her entire body shudders against him as she presses her face into his shoulder, then she lets out a trembling, breathy moan. “Fu-uck, Koen…”
Koen’s face goes bright red as he stands there, wide-eyed, gaping at Sparkle’s display. His arm hovers awkwardly around her, his fingers twitching as if he has no idea what to do.
I relish every second of it.
Fuck, she came hard.
I shift, trying to keep it together, my cock twitching with each soft gasp she lets out. The urge to reach down and give myself a hard squeeze is almost overpowering—if only we weren’t in the middle of this damn ballroom.
When my eyes flick down, I catch the situation in Koen’s fitted suit pants. Well, well, looks like I’m not the only one she’s got squirming.
I swallow my laugh, but it’s pretty difficult to do as I watch him try to adjust himself without losing his grip on her. Poor guy looks like he’s about to come in his pants.
Finally, she pulls herself together enough to snatch the remote from Koen’s hand, immediately shutting it off. When she pushes off him, her gaze flicks between the two of us, and it’s the burning fury in her eyes that does it.
I let out a deep, full-bodied laugh that has a few people nearby glancing our way. Koen, looking mortified, stammers, “I… I didn’t know… I’m…”
“Shut up.” She hisses, her eyes narrowed to slits. “Thanks to you two, I can’t go back over there.” She darts a quick glance in Nicholas’s direction. “I had to tell him I wasn’t feeling well so I didn’t end up… combusting in his arms.”
“Glad to hear you’d rather do that in Koen’s,” I muse, not bothering to hold back a grin as her glare sharpens even more.
“Fuck you, Sylus,” she snaps, and that’s when Levi, catching the tone, steps over.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she answers with a sigh. “Let’s just go. I’ve done what we came here to do.”
“So,” Koen starts, but then has to stop and clear his throat, obviously still a little dazed. “You’re going to see him again?”
She nods, then continues flatly, “We’re going on a date Tuesday.”
“Let’s get out of here, then.” I slip an arm around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. “You did good tonight, Sparkle baby. Really good.”
As we head toward the exit, I smile down at her, satisfaction simmering beneath the surface. She glares back at me, lips pursed like she’s two seconds from another scathing remark, and it only makes me want her more. She’s fire wrapped in glitter, and I’m more than willing to get burned.
I pull her a little closer, and despite her attitude, she leans into me. It’s one hell of a rush, loving this girl. But it helps to know she can play the game and still come back to us exactly where she belongs.
Let Harrington have his date. I know where she’ll be at the end of the night.