Chapter Thirteen #3
Holding my hands up as I scooted onto the dancefloor and backed towards the wall, I tried to reason with him. The glint in his eye, the darkness that rolled from him, literally sent tingles over me. No, I couldn't be attracted to the man who was backing me into a corner.
“I won't deny you that.” I stepped in front of the stage as he came to the side of the dancefloor, his footsteps calculated, but purposeful.
He was giving me a moment, but he would get exactly what he wanted, no matter what it took.
“Just not right now,” I muttered.
He growled and ran for me.
My heartbeat tripled as I rushed across the dancefloor, towards the bar. He caught my arm, wrenched me round and pushed me against the hard surface, pinning me with his bulk.
“Alia,” he muttered, bringing his head down so his lips were against my ear. A shudder vibrated through me and he inhaled sharply. His fingers came around my neck, resting gently on my throat. “Don't push me. I need this.”
Shaking my head, I reached for his arm, holding onto it tightly. “Let's release all this tension first,” I whispered, not quite sure what the fuck I was doing. “Please.”
My free hand cupped his crotch and he instantly got hard, his cock pressing into my palm.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His throat was tight, his voice strained as he spoke into my ear. “You're playing with fire, and this time, you will get burned.”
His hand tightened on my neck and I tried to suck air into my lungs. The pressure flooded my pussy as I reached up to his waistband, undoing the fly and digging my hand into his briefs. The heat of his hard cock warmed my hand and I moaned as the pressure in my head intensified.
He thrust against me and released his fingers slightly, allowing me some oxygen. I gasped as I worked him, sliding my palm up and down the length of him. He groaned and buried his head in my neck, sniffing my hair.
“I suppose this is your way of getting me back?” he muttered. “For taking you on my terms.”
At least this time he was allowing me to lead the way. I had to calm him down and he was right, it was my turn to take what I wanted.
His hands came up and stroked my sides as I clenched him tight, flicking my fingers over the top of his foreskin, stretching it back down again. Our gaze met and something flashed between us, an intense heat that fired my insides.
All reason fled as I pushed him back gently and dropped to my knees in front of him, not breaking eye contact. It had been a long time since I’d craved someone, and even though he was my enemy, my desire for Moth had become obsessive.
My lips wrapped around the head of his cock as I sucked him into my mouth.
He bit his teeth together and breathed through his open lips, an angry sneer still marring his expression.
Our gaze was locked as I ran my tongue up and down him, almost daring him to look away.
My body ached, desperate for his touch, even if it was against the enemy rules.
His jaw tightened the more I moved my head, teasing and sucking his cock until a small grunt got caught in his throat.
“Fuck!” He bent and gripped me under the arms, lifting me to a stand.
Picking me up, he pushed me to lie back lengthways on the bar.
I tried to reach for him, but he batted my hand away and tugged my skirt up, moving my panties to the side.
I bit my lip as he shoved his jeans and briefs down his legs, his jaw clenched tightly and his cock so swollen, it looked ready to burst.
“Open your legs so I can get to your pussy,” he barked, his anger still brimming beneath the surface.
I spread my legs, revealing how sopping wet and ready I was. He was dark, he was dangerous, but fuck me, he was hot.
Running a hand up and over his cock, he came closer, hitched one of my legs in the air with a hand under my thigh and positioned himself at my entrance. “This might hurt, Sunshine,” he muttered, “so you better hold on.”
Resting my head back on the bar, I held either side of the surface and surrendered.
My whole body hummed as he grabbed hold of the opposite shoulder to my leg and thrust himself deep.
I gasped, my whole body shunting against the wood as he instantly pulled out and pushed back in again.
My pussy sucked on his cock as it dragged back and forth, so violently, I banged my head on the bar.
And yet, I clutched on hard, moaning under my breath.
The idea that someone could walk in on us only heightened the excitement.
I opened my eyes as the pleasure grew, my gaze clashing with his as his jaw clenched.
His pounding jolted me, and I loved it, savored it.
Panting in short bursts, I stared at him, showing him that I was completely surrendered to his cock as it pounded me.
Something snapped in him and he sped up, pushing into me as hard as he could, his breath coming in short bursts.
My thighs screamed as hit my clit, rubbing it with continuous thrusts.
Tingles heightened with every smash of his cock, building until my orgasm exploded from me, sending my head back and my mouth stretching open in a silent shout.
I was so wrapped up in my own pleasure, I didn’t even feel him cum. He held me tight so I didn’t fall, only relaxing his grip when my body started to soften. He was still buried in me, breathing hard and fast.
“I have a plan regarding Brandon.” I huffed as he pulled out of me and tucked himself away. “Let's work together on it together so you can still go about your hit list and oath or whatever you have going on.”
He scowled and stepped away. “You have no business knowing about that. I wasn't thinking straight, I–”
Getting up, I righted my clothes before returning to him and placing a hand on his chest, almost thumping it directly in the middle with my palm. “Let's not ruin a perfectly good orgasm.” I grinned at him. “We'll figure out our revenge plan together. Like Bonnie and Clyde.”
Scoffing, he backed away from me and went to retrieve his helmet. I appreciated the tightness of his butt as he bent over, his jeans hugging in all the right places. When he straightened, he sighed loudly before turning to look at me.
“Don't confuse…” He pointed between us. “…this …with something more than it is.”
My skin turned to ice and I hugged myself, shaking my head at the same time. “Don't be fucking stupid,” I replied, trying to hide the shake of my voice. “This was just a way to stop you from doing something outrageous.”
His sneer marred his handsome face and I turned away, making sure that my clothes were straight and my hair wasn't too messy. My fingers got caught in the knotted strands as I breathed hard, suddenly realizing that I really was playing with fire.
I went still when his hand gripped mine and detangled my fingers from a knot in my hair. I stayed facing the bar, not able to look into his eyes. I hadn't been completely honest, something had blossomed inside me as he'd laid me on the bar and taken me, even though it had been rough.
“Don't get me wrong,” he whispered in my ear, “I enjoy fucking you, a little too much. But…” He inhaled sharply as he leant his hips into my butt. “…I still hate what you did and I can never…” He moved my hair from my neck and put his mouth next to my ear. “…love anyone. I'm too damaged, too numb.”
Opening my mouth, I went to reply, but the rush of air as he moved away snapped it shut. I didn't want him to fall in love with me. Why would he think such a thing? I spun to ask him, but he was striding off so fast, he was already near the exit.
Turning as he grabbed the handle of the door, he stared coldly. “I'll come to yours tomorrow, first thing, to arrange what we're going to do. No more distracting me or I’ll have to take you out of the equation.”
Unable to reply, I swallowed as he shut the door behind him. Being around him was like being on a fucking rollercoaster. We'd fucked twice, despite our vast differences, but it wasn't thawing his hatred of me. He was clearly more messed up than I'd imagined.
Still, I had managed to calm him before he’d done anything crazy. I stood by my reason for calming that beast within him. Brandon was an asshole. However, sending him to jail was going to do much more damage than getting rid of him permanently. He deserved to suffer, just like I had.
I hadn’t contemplated my own revenge on Brandon, not until Moth had shown me that it was possible. Now, I was being drawn to the dark side, and I was ready to make my stalker pay.
And if Moth didn't like my plan, he could go suck on his own cock. I wasn't about to let him take my revenge away from me, when he'd only just met the motherfucker. It was time to play the game.
Today, it was Alia 1 Moth 0.