With shaky hands, I shove open the door and flinch when I find the man himself waiting for me, leaning into the adjoining wall. “Took your time.” He smirks.
As much as my insides are churning uncomfortably, I narrow my eyes on him, trying to act normal. “Ah, creepy stalker much? Why are you waiting for me outside the women’s bathroom?”
He closes the gap between us so quickly it sends my heart into overdrive. “Because I don’t trust you. What chick runs off when she’s about to orgasm?” His eyes bore through me, dark and unhinged.
Shit, why is he being so intense? Does he somehow know what we were just talking about? He couldn’t unless they have surveillance with sound in the bathrooms, and that is an icky thought. He grabs my hand and pulls me behind a curtain with him into a backstage area. From here the music Bodhi’s band is playing is even louder. His voiceis hypnotic, almost haunting as he belts out “Your Heart Is as Black as Night.” I wish I was in the crowd watching him.
Kasen backs me into a wall, one hand on my waist, the other fisted into my hair. “What did I tell you?” His eyes flash with darkness.
“If I took too long you would come find me and make it hurt. I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”
His lips twitch at the sides into an evil smile he does so well. “Yeah, it was something like that.”
His hand closes over my throat, and he tests out his grip like he’s about to strangle me. “You ready to stop running from me, birdie?”
Fuck, I should say no, especially after what Miss Arnott just told me, but with his hands on me like this, I’m useless. He’s about to make good on a promise. I can’t resist, even though I know it’s a terrible idea.
Every so often, Slater circles the stage, his eyes darting back toward us as if he expected to find us here. His eyes lock with mine when he does, just as dark and intense as Kasen’s, and I know he might be happy to watch what we’re up to, but he’s not going to save me from his mate.
“Eyes on me.” Kasen’s fingers tighten around my neck.
I flick my gaze back to him, a shiver running through me. I’m panting, so turned on I’m going to fall apart, and he’s not even done anything to me yet. I’m that pathetic for him. His other hand moves under my dress, and he tugs my panties down my legs, letting them fall to the floor.
“Where were we?” He pushes three fingers deep inside of me.
A cry flies from my mouth at the sudden fullness.
“Shhh, birdie, you don’t want all those nice people out there to hear you, do you?” He pumps his fingers in and out of me roughly like he wants me to cry out and be heard. Like this is an impossible challengehe’s setting me, and I’m sure it is. This is him at his best, playing a game, toying with me.
“Fuck you,” I sneer.
He gets his knees in between my legs, knocking them out wide so he’s the only thing keeping me upright. The grip on my neck constricts, making each shallow breath a desperate struggle to draw air. “You’re going to cum for me just like this, with me controlling your body, literally having the power to cut off your air supply with the tightening of my fingers. But you’re still going to cum for me because I own you and you know it.”
Oh my God, he’s lost it. I shake my head; it only makes the pressure worse. His face blurs, and I regret every decision I made up to this point in my life. But I make no attempt to escape him.
His fingers take control, stretching me, curling inside of me deliciously just like they did last time he had me at his mercy like this. Tingles run through my body, making me feel crazy. I shouldn’t be into this. He’s an asshole. The worst kind of human. But I am.
The fingers deep inside of me move in a rhythm that has me in a frenzy. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he releases his grip on my throat. “Now,” he demands, his voice laced with dark desire.
I try to fight it, I really do. I’m not about taking instructions from him, especially at a time like this, but my needy body wants his prayers, and the way his fingers are playing me like an instrument has me tumbling. My pussy tightens, and I cum in a rush, trying with everything I have not to moan out loud and let him know.
He shakes his head as if disappointed. “Bodhi’s right, you’re a brat. Can’t even follow instructions when you’re filled with my fingers.”
I shake my head, but I can’t find words. I find Slater watching us again as he reaches for a different guitar, beginning his band’s version of “Back to Black.” His brow rises, and his lips twist up at the sideslike the two of us are in on an inside joke or some shit, but in reality, I think it’s him and Kasen who are.
When Kasen removes his fingers, they are covered in my juices. He shows me, studying them in fascination as my slickness glistens in the low light. My cheeks glow with heat. “You like what I can do with my hands, birdie?”
I swallow the lump in my throat, gaping back up at him in some sort of dazed state I don’t understand. Words, why can’t I find them?
“So good you’re lost for words. Just wait till I fuck you.” He scrunches up my dress and in one move tugs it over my head, discarding it on the floor. My bra is removed next before I even know what’s happening. Then he takes a step back, studying my quivering naked body. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
I have no idea what he’s going to do next. I need to run, but I can’t like this, he’s made sure of it. “K…”
He shakes his head and places a finger to his lips. “Turn around, hands above your head on the wall.”
For a beat, I just stare back at him. Fuck, this is hot but so messed up. If we do this, I’m giving him another part of me. And he said so himself, he doesn’t trust me. I know I can’t trust him. So why do I obey and turn around? Even scarier, why does a stupid thrill run through me?
“Good girl.” His lips come to my neck as his fingers dance over my ass and up my back, tracing the line of my body.
