CHAPTER 62 #2
“That black wrap top with that plunging neckline makes me want to bury my face in your boobs!” Charlie winks.
I burst out laughing and glance down.
“Do it!”
She does, it tickles with her eyelashes, and with the high sensitivity of the shots, causes me to laugh like a kid.
My cropped black wrap top is held together by thin straps crossing over my chest before wrapping several times around my waist, leaving my midriff bare.
I paired it with a low-rise black micro skirt with a subtle flared hem and sheer black thigh-high stockings.
And since that little demon stole my boots, I had to wear my new chunky black platform heels with thick block heels and oversized soles.
They hurt like hell, I don't care.
“What’s this though?” Jules asks, pointing at the Charger charm at my waistband.
“Oh!” I smile softly, turning it over “Evren made it.”
Charlie and Jules, despite the shots, stare at me in pure disbelief.
“We knew he was obsessed with you,” Charlie starts “But this? This is different girl, he is in deep for you.”
I instantly rejected the idea, I recoiled from it.
But my chest tightened and the knot in my stomach became impossible to ignore.
I don’t want to think about it now.
Admitting it means I’m admitting that part of myself—the darker part that can’t fucking live without him being a pain in my ass.
Jules grabs Charlie and me by the hands, dragging us out of the booth and into the middle of the dance floor.
I don't give a damn about the sweat anymore. Tonight, I just want to enjoy myself.
I have no idea how long we danced. Time completely lost all meaning.
“I'm gonna grab some water at the bar!” I shout to the girls before weaving into the crowd.
I sway as I shove people out of my way.
This is life or death.
“One—no, three waters, please.” I hold up a finger. “Gotta stay hydrated, right?” I nudge the person beside me.
My elbow hits nothing.
No one.
I shrug, pay for the waters, grabs them, tucks one under my armpit, the other between my legs—its fucking cold—and open mine.
Suddenly, hands settle on my waist, the touch is electric with the touch sense enhanced.
I whirl around and throw my water straight into the face of whoever dared touch me.
“Having fun?” the voice asks through the water, droplets spraying back into my face.
That voice.
Oh.
“Evren?” I tilt my head.
Squinting, I watch him rake a hand through his soaked hair, slicking it back before looking at me again.
Fuck, he is damn hot, makes my pussy tickling and aching.
“You're ignoring me,” he growls. “At least now I know you'd throw water at a stranger who touched you.”
He leans closer.
“I won't have to gut them.”
“Evren!” I grin, genuinely happy to see him, the alcohol clearly making my walls go down.
“Ignoring you? What the hell are you talking about?” I sway slightly where I stand.
“I've been calling and texting your comm like a fucking maniac.” He clenches his jaw. “Then I checked the little camera I installed and saw you were with your friends... but then you left your loft.”
“Oh!” I punch him in the pectoral.
His eyes flick down to where I hit him before returning to mine.
“You seriously need to stop watching me through that thing. It's creepy, you freak.” I point a finger at him. “Besides, my comm's off. Tonight is a no-comm night.”
I nod proudly.
Then I suddenly gasp before he can make one of his smart-ass comments, I grab his jaw and yank him down until we're eye level.
“How did you know I was here?”
“The charm.” He shrugs. “There's a tracker inside it.”
My eyes widen.
I instinctively look down at the little Charger charm he made for me, clipped to the belt loop of my skirt—I always, since, clipped it to my waistband when I go out.
I genuinely don’t know why, it just makes me feel good.
I think.
“You monster.” I accuse.
“Yeah.” He smirks. “But I'm your monster, and you're stuck with me, troublemaker, so...” He raises a finger toward the bartender. “Deal the fuck with it.”
“What can I get you?” the bartender asks.
“The same she had.”
The bartender nods and lines up another pair of Devil's Shots.
I scrunch up my face in anticipation.
I want him to grimace, something like we did with girls.
Evren looks down at me, one hand settling possessively on my hip, then throws both shots back.
He doesn't even flinch.
I'm actually disappointed, he is clearly not human.
“What?” he barks. “I got something up my ass for you to stare at me like I just murdered someone?”
He leans closer until our lips are barely a hair apart.
“Because I did.” He pulls back with a wink.
He seems completely fine. The shots don't seem to affect him at all.
“You're not drunk?” I tilt my head, studying his face.
“No,” he says flatly. “I thought your rich-people shit would actually—”
He cuts himself off, his eyes suddenly glow and his grip on my hip tightens.
“Well... forget what I just said.”
Fuck.
Why do I suddenly want him so badly?
The shots. It's the fucking shots.
Do they have a sort of aphrodisiac inside?
He laces his fingers through mine and his other hand leaves my hip to cup my chin.
“Either we fuck right here, right now,” His voice drops to a rough murmur as he rolls his hips against mine.
I feel his hard undeniable cock through our clothes, and a shiver races down my spine.
“Or we go dance but I can’t promise I will be a gentleman.”
I blush furiously, then I move before I can think twice, I yank him and start walking to the toilets.
I shove him through the doors.
He lets me push him. I'm definitely not strong enough to force him if he doesn't want to move.
A dark grunt rumbles from his chest, followed by that infuriating grin.
I lock the door, my back turning to him.
His hands are on my neck and my hip in the next heartbeat, pressing me back against the door while he grinds himself against the small of my back.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “I should take those clothes off you before anyone else gets to see you in them.”
I feel his hand leave my hip and slowly trace its way up on my inner thigh.
The sensation is fucking addictive, sending hot knots twisting low in my stomach.
“I don’t want a fucking gentlemen…”
His fingers find my pussy and rubs it through my thong, I start moaning softly.
My hips grind shamelessly against his hand, matching the slow rhythm of his fingers.
“You’re dripping,” He nips at my earlobe “I should check the quality.”
He withdraws his fingers, drops to his knees, his hands on my thighs and forcing them open.
Suddenly, I feel his nose buried between my legs, with his tongue flicking in and out through my lace.
My knees buckle at the sensation.
“Evren…”
“Ssshhh.” He growls and hooks his finger and sliding my thong aside.
The flat of his tongue laps eagerly at my clit and slides along my wet lips.
“F-fuck!” I shout.