Chapter 3 Serena #2
Before I can even form a concrete thought, he whispers into my ear once more, “Be on your best behavior. Don’t flirt with anyone and turn me into the bad guy.
That’s the last thing I want for both of us.
But if another man touches you at this party, I can’t say what’ll happen next, but I know damn well he won’t do it twice.
And then I’ll have to remind you who you belong to. ”
My lips are parted. Jaw unhinged. Pupils blown. Pussy soaked.
He pinches my chin between his thumb and finger as he rights himself, and I can’t help but admire the veins bulging in his forearm. “I’ll be watching.”
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can’t help but ask, “Who are you?”
He cups my cheek. “You’ll know soon enough. I’m not ready to reveal that just yet.” He pauses. “Remember what I said.”
“And if I don’t?” I challenge him.
He rolls his shoulders back and somehow straightens up even more. My confidence wavers.
“Then I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”
He turns on his heel and strides away, his two friends following suit. I’m left alone and fucking dumbstruck.
I have no time to process it because I hear Ker’s squeals growing louder as she races over to me.
“Was that him? That was him! Oh my God!”
My gaze hasn’t left the trio, who are still crossing the room. I remain silent as I watch them find an empty table and sit down, my masked man facing me while the other two fall into conversation.
“Ker …” I exhale her name in disbelief at what just happened. “I’m, like, shaking.”
She sucks in a breath. “Good or bad shaking?”
I chuckle, loving that at any moment, she’s still ready to call the police or face him herself if I’m uncomfortable. But the uncomfortableness is part of what I love.
Finally, I turn to her, unable to fight the smile that’s taking over my face. “Very good.”
She squeals again, practically vibrating with excitement. “What’s the plan?”
My gaze flicks back to him, and my stomach flutters when I find him still looking my way. I turn back to Ker. “He told me to be on my best behavior.”
The most devious smirk lifts her lips. “Are you going to?” Leave it to Kerrigan to immediately think of being a brat. “If you want his attention, I say do the opposite.”
I’m torn between behaving and doing whatever it takes to bring him back out of the shadows. He says I’m not ready for whatever comes next, but there’s only one way to truly find out.
Oh God. This will either be the best or worst thing I’ve ever done.
Grabbing Ker’s hand, I drag her away from the crowd and tables, feeling his eyes on me the entire time. I pull her toward one of the mobile bars set up in the corner. If I’m going to step out of my shell, I need some liquid courage.
We each order two shots—mine of vodka and hers of water. One of us has to stay on our A game tonight for this event in case anyone needs anything. Downing them both, I welcome the warmth and confidence that follow.
“You got this.” Kerrigan grabs my shoulders and cheers me on with a gleam of pride in her eyes.
I nod sharply and force out a quick breath. When I stride forward, she slaps my ass as I head over to a standing table, where a few guys are hanging out—the same group that was flirting with me at the beginning of the night.
All four give me their full attention as I approach, turning to face me.
“Are you guys enjoying yourselves?”
For a split second, I wonder if this path is disastrous for many reasons. Maybe these guys won’t even talk back to me, and then my plan and my ego will be squashed.
Perhaps he will freak out and kill one of them, which wouldn’t be great either. I’d be an accomplice for baiting him, and then, boom, I’m in prison forever.
“You’re gorgeous.” The guy with dark brown eyes and a cocky smile, wearing a name tag that reads Derek, looks down at me. “If only the mask rule didn’t apply to you.”
My hand falls to Derek’s arm as I softly chuckle at his compliment. Something pulls my gaze, and I look past the guy, my eyes landing on the one man I really want. I suck in a sharp gasp.
Even with his expression hidden behind the mask, I can feel the intensity in his stare, locked on me from all the way across the room. A shiver shoots through me like a lightning strike. His body is rigid, pure stone as he watches me.
My heartbeat thumps even harder in my chest, and I force my attention back to the table of guys. It’s working, and I’m scared this was all a big mistake.
“You’re sweet.” I smile up at him.
A twinge of guilt tugs at my heart. I shouldn’t toy with these guys. They’re here for actual connections, and I know for a fact that it won’t be with me. I’m just leading him on which is both wrong and unprofessional.
I clear my throat, preparing my customer-service voice. “I’m one of the event organizers. I just wanted to check in and see how you guys were doing.” I retreat a step, pulling my hand from Derek’s arm. “Please let us know if we can do anything for you.”
They all share their thanks before I stroll away from the table and even farther away from my secret admirer, my pace quick, like a dog running with their tail tucked between their legs. That was such a bad idea.
My throat feels tight, and suddenly, my entire body does too. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I’m overwhelmed and hot. I need to step away for a moment and gather myself. I’ve never felt more off-kilter than I do right now.
Ker’s by the double-door entrance, resting against the wall, eyebrows raised with concern as I approach. “Did they say something? You okay?”
“No, they didn’t. Yeah, I’m good. I need a second to catch my breath.” I flash her an assuring smile, a genuine one that will prevent her from following me out and double-checking.
Shaking my hands, I stride through the open doors, heading toward … I don’t even know. Somewhere that’s preferably a thousand degrees colder.
God, I’m so hot and bothered and wound up from a simple conversation with Mr. Heart Eyes.
He’s got me stepping so far out of my comfort zone that I’m nervous I won’t ever be able to go back.
He’s ruining me for everyone else, and I’m torn between continuing to trek into the unknown or stopping the whole dynamic before it gets too out of control.
A strong arm snakes around my waist as someone falls into step beside me, and I yelp. It takes me less than a second to know exactly who it is.
He clicks his tongue in disappointment. “You just couldn’t listen, could you?
” His voice is boiling and shaking with anger.
“Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit and watch that and not snap his arm in two for even knowing what your touch feels like? Don’t worry; he’ll be gone when you get back. ”
“W-what?” I stutter.
“My friends are taking him for a little walk.”
Embarrassment floods my cheeks. “You can’t do that.” I try to wiggle and free myself, to no avail. “This is my job. He is my guest and client.”
He scoffs, his tone definitive, leaving no room for argument. “Not anymore.”
His fingers dig into my waist as he charges forward and pulls us toward a janitor’s closet.
Throwing the door open, he drags us into the dark and locks the door behind us, the only light illuminating from the cutout hearts in his mask.
My front is flush with his as the echoes of our breathing fill the small space, and his massive hard-on pushes against my stomach.
“Look, I get you’re trying to protect me but–”
He cuts me off, his hand sliding over my mouth, suppressing my voice. “No buts. I gave you a warning to be on your best behavior. Instead, you chose to act like a brat. And then you touched him. You chose his fate; I simply enacted it. No one gets to feel your touch, no one but me.”
A snarky remark builds on the tip of my tongue, but I decide to keep it to myself.
Firmly, his fingers leave my mouth and find my throat, squeezing in that perfect, tender spot. My eyes flutter for a split second, my core humming and ready for more.
Should I tell him to stop? This is insane.
His other hand grips the outside of my thigh, rough, ragged, and uncontrolled. He’s nearly panting as his masked face inches closer to mine, and there’s something so satisfying about knowing that I’m his undoing as much as he is mine.
He tortures me, trailing his fingers around the curve of my thigh and toward my center at the slowest rate humanly possible.
He guides his hand higher and higher until he flattens two fingers against the lace of my panties. I cry out as his fingers suddenly massage my clit with vigor, his other hand tightening around my throat simultaneously.
Dramatically removing his hand from my thigh, he lifts it to his mask and sneaks it beneath, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm, soaking through your panties just so I can have a taste. You get off on toying with me, don’t you?”
I’m not in control of my body right now. I’m simply desire and passion personified, desperate for his touch.
I nod as his hand disappears beneath my dress. This time, his fingers slip into the waistband of my panties and slide into the wetness waiting for him.
He groans as he sinks a finger inside of me, and I gasp. The sensation is almost foreign; it’s been so long since anyone’s done this. Even when I masturbate, I just use my vibrator externally.
When he adds a second finger, my body struggles to adjust, and he clearly notices.
A shaky growl leaves him. “You have no idea how much willpower it’s taking me to not really stretch your tight pussy out. Fuck. I can practically feel it now.”
My body catches fire as he begins pumping his fingers in and out in tantalizing strokes.
“You only get one.” His voice cuts through my ragged moans. “This is what you wanted, right? This is why you disobeyed me? So I would prove to you that you’re mine.”
His fingers hook inside of me, hitting spots that nearly take my legs out from under me. I clench my core, not wanting this to end, but resisting the inevitable is becoming impossible. He plays me like an instrument, and I’m moments from singing for him.
“Cry out for me when you come on my fingers. I don’t care if this entire place hears you. There’s no shame in being mine. And if anyone dares to say so, they’ll regret it.”
I’m climbing up the mountain, seconds from shattering into oblivion.
“Stop fighting it, Serena. I promise this won’t be your last time coming for me.”
“Oh fuck,” I exhale, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my fingertips dig into his shoulders.
I’m soaring into the heavens with his words. Electricity explodes through my body. I’ve never experienced anything close to this. I’m a mess, an absolute puddle in his hands as my orgasm rolls through me like a tsunami.
He pumps his fingers a few more times, riding my orgasm out with me before his hand retreats. Lifting it to his mouth once more, he sucks his fingers clean, practically moaning with enjoyment.
He straightens my dress out for me, and I slowly release his now-creased shirt as he mutters, “Go back to your party. I’ll see you soon.”
Light floods the room, and I squint from the sudden change as he disappears and leaves me without another word while I struggle to catch my breath.
I force a few deep and slow inhales through my nose and out my mouth.
This has been the craziest night of my entire life, and all I can think about is how much I want it to happen again.
I want more. I need more.
He was right all along. I am his; mind, body, and fucking soul. And I’m totally screwed.