Chapter 23 #2
We dance until we're sweaty and drunk—only stopping to get refills—while Elias and Nolan sit at a table off to the side.
Nolan watches us from across the dark room, sipping his whiskey while Elias socializes, glancing at me occasionally with a hungry gaze that causes wetness to pool between my legs.
Like I'm his prey again. And I wonder when he's going to do something about it. He promised to punish me when he got home; I wonder if he meant it.
I hope he meant it.
Dax's hand slides up my inner thigh and then beneath my skirt. "You really didn't wear anything under these, did you?" he asks. "My fingers are wet already."
"No," I say breathlessly.
"Why don't you open your legs a little and let me take care of your pussy?"
I widen my stance and then, reaching behind Dax, I slide my hand up his back, gripping his shirt in my fist when he slips his fingers between the fishnet leggings and then inside me.
"Ah!" I cry out, resting my head against his arm.
"Shh…" he says, wrapping his other arm around me while he fucks my wet pussy with his fingers. "That's a good girl, baby. Just relax. You deserve it—you know that?"
I nod, watching Elias and Nolan watch me.
Neither looks away now.
"Anyway, you're probably going to get torn apart when you get home. You realize that, right?"
"Yes," I moan.
"I was surprised your big brother didn't take you upstairs and fuck your brains out as soon as he got home. That probably means it's going to be worse for you. You're going to have to crawl to your stepdad's car tomorrow morning."
I hope so. I watch Elias's hand tighten around the drink in his hand—focusing on the veins in his forearms—and then picture it, instead, wrapped around my throat. I can't help but rock my hips a little against Dax's hand.
He curls his fingers a little, fucking them into me faster, bringing me closer to my release. My pussy throbs; I'm about to come—for him, for them—right here in the middle of the club.
"Oh, god," I gasp, digging my nails into his flesh.
"So much for discretion," Dax says. "You're riding my hand, fuck doll."
My cheeks burn; I realize he's right, but then he swirls his thumb against my clit, and I can't stop; I can't slow down. I bite my lip while circling my hips until the tension finally spills over into my release.
"Yes…" I moan. "Dax…"
My eyes lock onto Elias's as I come hard, clenching my thighs to keep my legs from buckling beneath me, whimpering while the pleasure rolls up my spine.
Elias looks like he wants to tear me apart with his fucking teeth.
Dax finger fucks me through the orgasm, and I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him while the aftershocks roll through me, pulling away when he removes his fingers.
"You want a drink, princess?"
I nod, and he takes me back to the table. After I grab my drink, Elias says, "You need to lick his fingers clean. You made a mess on him, like a slut."
I smirk. No problem. "Fine."
I take Dax's hand, but Elias stops me again. "Not like that."
"What do you mean?"
"Since you think you're so cute—"
"You think I'm so cute."
"Fine. Since I think you're so cute, I want you to kneel in front of him and suck your pussy juices off his fingers."
I drop to the floor, doing my best to hide my discomfort when the netting digs into my knees, and then grab Dax's fingers, maintaining eye contact with Elias while I slowly suck them clean, my cheeks hollowing around them.
"That's…pretty hot," Dax says.
I look up at Elias. "Anything else need sucked clean while I'm down here?"
"Don't tempt me, Saige."
"Okay." Shrugging, I stand, and then take the cherry from Elias's drink, sucking it from the stem before tossing it back into the glass.
Elias looks at the stem floating at the top of his drink and then glares at me.
"You really bring out the brat in her; you know that, right?" Dax asks.
"Yep. And she knows exactly what she's doing—don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." I take a drink from my own glass and then turn to Nolan. "Hi, Nolan."
"Hi, baby."
"Are you having fun?"
"Only a little bit."
"Well, I—"
"Hey, Saige," a familiar voice says from behind me.
Holding my breath, I turn to face her. Elias immediately goes into protective mode, rising to his feet beside me. "What the fuck do you want?"
For once, she looks terrified of him—as she should be. "I brought you a peace offering," Kira says, holding out a drink to me.
"You think I'm going to take that? I've had about as many near-death experiences as I can handle this year."
She sighs and sets it on the table. "I just wanted to say sorry…for the way I treated you. It was fucked up, and then what happened to you was fucked up."
I scoff, crossing my arms in front of me. "Yeah, it was."
"I miss you, and I feel really bad about it. I understand if you never want to talk to me again, but if you did, I'd really like it if we could be friends."
"Isn't that sweet, Saige?" Dax says, nudging me.
"I'll think about it," I say flatly.
"Okay…well, Happy New Year, guys. See you around."
"You're not really going to be her fucking friend again, are you?" Elias asks.
"What do you think? I learned how to hold a grudge from you."
He nods. "Exactly."
"I don't know, Saige," Dax says. "It might be nice to have a friend again."
"I thought you were my friend."
"I mean a different kind of friend."
"You told me you didn't see the point of a different kind of friend."
"I guess I did say that, didn't I?"
"Saige never forgets," Elias tells him.
No, I don't. And I remember you telling me you'd never want to be anywhere without me—that you couldn't take it.
"What?" he asks. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Maybe we should go home."
"No way. It's five minutes until midnight—we can't leave yet. It's bad luck," Dax says.
"Is it?" I ask.
"I don't fucking know; I made that up."
"All right—five minutes," Elias says.
"Do you want a midnight kiss, sexy?" Dax asks Nolan.
"Here? Absolutely not."
"I didn't think so, but I had to ask, just in case. Come on, Saige."
I throw back the rest of my drink and then follow Dax through the sea of people once more, dancing until the DJ lowers the music for the countdown to the new year.
When the clock hits midnight, he threads his fingers through my hair, kissing me hard, until a hand falls onto my shoulder, pulling me away.
I turn, looking up at Elias.
Slowly, he wraps his arms around the back of my thighs, using it to lift me. I press my forehead to his and then lean in, kissing his mouth.
And in this moment, I don't care who's watching, and I don't care what they think.
I don't care about that older, wiser version of myself, wishing she could just forget and go back to sleep instead of replaying it in her head.
I bathe in this kiss like I might never get another chance again—etching it into my memory, allowing it to leave a mark.
This is what I couldn't explain that night on the bathroom floor. This is the kind of pain you can write about—the hurt that haunts you, the kind that seeps into your bones.
The kind I hid from for so long, but I can't escape it now.
Once I feel sufficiently scarred, I pull away. "Can we go home now?"
"Yeah," he says. "Let's go."
I'm not sure if it's the alcohol or if it's the high I'm feeling over the inevitable crash and burn, but I barely notice the cold on the way back.
Once inside the warm, dark house, I go to the kitchen and drink a glass of water before heading to my room.
"I'm going to change," I say.
"Stop right there, Saige," Elias says.
"Make me."
He glares at me, and I smile before darting toward the bedroom, but he catches me, pulling me by my hair back to the living room.
"Nice try. Take off your top."
I look from him to Nolan and Dax on the couch before pulling my shirt over my head. Then, I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra, and let it fall from my shoulders.
"Don't move."
His hands find my tits, gripping them in his hands, roughly pinching and pulling at the nipples. I bite down on my lip as that pulse between my legs aches all over again, and when I yelp, jumping back, he squeezes harder, rolling both nipples between his first finger and thumb.
"You moved," he says. "I'm going to have to punish you for that, you know. And for all that mouthing off you've done…"
"Good."
"This is what I'm talking about, Saige." One hand traces the wings tattooed under my collarbone. "Angels don't ask their brothers to punish them. They don't taunt them with their bodies."
His open hand comes down on my tit, just hard enough to sting, and I whimper.
"How'd that feel?" he asks in a low, feral tone.
"It hurt," I tell him.
"You think you deserve another one?"
"Yes."
He slaps the other side—once, twice, and then three times. On the third, my hand shoots up, covering myself.
"Saige…" he cautions. "You're only making it worse for yourself."
"I'm sorry," I tell him, lacing my fingers behind my back. "I'll be good."
Elias's breath catches while he stares down at my reddened tits.
He reaches down, unbuttoning his pants, and runs his hands over the hard ridge of his cock inside his boxer briefs.
Then, he toys with my nipples, pinching at them, his eyes daring me to move.
When I don't, he smacks each side again. And again.
I smother my cries in the back of my throat while digging my nails into my own flesh, trying not to move.
Then, his eyes meet mine and he says, "Get on your knees."
Just as quickly as I drop to the floor, his hard cock pushes up against my lips. Both of his hands grip my hair, pushing it away from my face, and I open, holding onto his thighs as he thrusts slowly and fully into the back of my throat while I suck him.
I look up at green eyes, my own watering while I gag around him, watching his feral expression with satisfaction. When I taste cum on the back of my tongue, I moan around his dick, and he looks like he's about to fucking lose it.