Chapter 3
Mina
“Iwant your eyes on me, Lulu. I want your thoughts only on me tonight. Can you do that?” he says. His voice is low, and I can practically feel it wrapping around me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Good lord. Who the hell is this guy?
He’s tall. Even in my heels, he’s still at least half a foot taller. Those dark copper eyes study me as if he is trying to peer into my soul. I can see the slight grays shimmering against his long, shaggy, dark hair. He’s hot as fuck.
My lips part to ask him his name, but I’m silenced as he crushes his lips to mine.
One hand cups my face, the other is tangled in my hair.
It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. This kiss is pure, heated desire.
His tongue presses past my lips as his fingers tighten the tension on my hair.
My moan is covered by the growl from deep in his chest. My fingertips press into the soft fabric covering his shoulders as I bite his lower lip.
He tastes like a mixture of whisky and amaretto. It’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.
“Wait,” I manage to squeak out as I gasp in a bit of air.
He pulls away but keeps his hands cupping my chin and wound in my hair. His eyes scan my face, then my body.
“What is it?” he asks. He’s out of breath. We both are. The depth of his kiss was like he was searching for something.
“I thought you wanted a dance?” I say coyly as I take a step back toward the bed.
“I suppose I did agree to one dance, didn’t I?” His lips tilt into one of the hottest smirks I’ve ever seen. His copper eyes greedily look over my entire body before he meets my gaze again. He takes a step forward.
“Would you be more comfortable on the bed or in the chair?” I ask as I take another three steps back away from him.
“The bed. It’ll make it easier for you.” He takes one step and closes the distance that took me three. He’s drunk, but he barely sways. Judging from how many glasses were on the table, he had at least eight shots, plus the two just now.
“Easier? I can dance for you using either. It’s whatever is most comfortable for you.” I glance at the bed and the chair. Both have wrist and ankle restraints already hooked up, so both will work.
“I’m not talking about your dance.” He sits on the bed. His feet are firmly planted on the ground. His legs are spread, as if he’s trying to tempt me closer. “I was talking about after your dance…When you ride my face.”
He reaches toward me, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to straddle his lap. My body feels like there’s a live wire thrashing around inside of me. Declan put me right at the edge, and this man’s about to push me over.
His fingertips barely touch my skin as his hands run up and down my legs. Goosebumps pebble along his path. He grips onto my ass, grinding me against the bulge in his jeans. The thin red lace thong does nothing to stop the feeling of the coarse fabric rubbing along my pussy.
I can feel his hot breath against my chest as he forces me to roll my hips again. I can feel his cock throbbing beneath me. His hair is soft as I wrap the strands around my fingers. The groan that leaves his lips is buried between my breasts.
“Fuck. Are you sure you don’t want to skip that dance?” he groans against me before his tongue licks up my chest. He traces the line of my collarbone before stopping at my neck.
“It's whatever you want, baby. You’re in charge.” I tug on his hair to lift his head. I want to look at him more. This man looks so familiar, but I don’t know why. I still don’t know what Dec wants with him.
When his eyes meet mine, they’re stunning. They’re a coppery color with dark brown flecks swirling in them. They’re dark…Mysterious. Deep pools that I could get lost in.
“What if I don’t want to be in charge? What if for tonight…” his voice trails off as a sadness takes over those deep copper eyes, draining them of the spark they just had.
I cup his face and pull his lips to mine. Looking at this man earlier, all I could see was darkness seeping from him. But now, all I can see is a man desperately trying to escape something. There’s a pain hidden behind that facade, and I want to know why.
“Then let me take control,” I whisper against his lips.
I can feel his body relax. The tension left him with those words. He kisses me again, but this time it’s different. It’s passionate and almost sinful how good this man can kiss. My nipples harden, rubbing against the lace bra as I roll my hips again.
“Are you okay with restraints?” I ask. He tilts his head, contemplating what I just asked. He glances at the two bedposts at the foot of the bed and finally notices the restraints.
“That’s fine,” he says as he lifts me off his lap and sets me on my feet. Good lord. Strong and hot as hell.
He adjusts on the bed so his arms and legs are outstretched. I quickly loop the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, then straddle his hips again.
He looks up at me with drunk, lustful eyes. His cock seems to be larger. I can feel it throbbing beneath me.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Myles.”
I slowly start to unbutton the rest of his shirt. I slide it open, revealing a small patch of dark chest hair. My nails drag down his chest to his belt.
The lazy smile that creeps along his lips is adorable. This isn't going to last long. The alcohol is taking over, and he is starting to fade.
“Hmm. So, tell me, Myles…What do you want me to do?”
He stares up at me, his gaze running along every inch of my body before closing his eyes and taking a slow, deep breath.
“Please…I just want you to make me forget.”