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CHAPTER9
Sariah
Imake my way to the club on Monday night. It’s not the Friday, as we normally plan, but my need to see him is overwhelming. I don’t think I can last another few days. I have no idea if he’ll be there, but I hope he will. Getting out of the house is becoming harder. The closer I get to the wedding, the more the hold my father has on me heightens. I know he’s worried something might happen to me before I have a chance to say my vows.
If only.
I queue outside for what feels like forever, shivering against the cold, before I am finally granted access to the club. Tease is busy. Sweaty bodies are pressed together, swaying in time to the music that thumps through the floor. I scan the room, searching for his blond hair, but I don’t see him anywhere.
I make my way over to the bar, and the man behind it gives me a dimpled smile. He moves away, grabbing his phone from the back shelf of the bar and texting something before coming back to me. “What can I get you?”
I order a glass of wine and move towards the end of the bar, leaning against the wood as I keep scanning the space. It was a longshot to imagine Luke would just be hanging out here all the time, but I had hoped. I’ll finish my wine, and then I’ll leave if he is not here by then.
When I finish my drink, I slide the empty glass back onto the bar and start to push away, but the bartender shakes his head. “You wait. He’s on his way.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “How do you know that?”
“Because I let him know you were here. He told me to message him if you turned up.” He pushes another glass of wine in front of me, and when I reach into my purse to pay him, he shakes his head. “He’s opened a bar tab for you.”
The way Luke takes care of me even when he’s not here makes me feel loved in a way I’ve not felt in years. It makes me feel wanted, desired, beautiful. As if I’m worthy of someone’s attention. I didn’t know that was possible.
After what feels like forever, I see him moving through the crowd. His blond head towers over most of the crowd, and his eyes find mine as soon as he gets close. He locks his gaze to mine, and a smile forms on his face. My heart skips a beat. He’s just as handsome as I remember—more so in fact. Every time I see him, I fall for him a little more. If I’m being honest, I’m already besotted with the man who showed me attention.
“Little dove.”
He trails his fingers down my cheek, stroking me softly as he does. The heat in his eyes dampens down the darkness and is less threatening. I have no doubt he is still dangerous, but not towards me.
“I wasn’t sure if I made a mistake by coming.”
He brushes his lips over mine, and I can’t stop from melting against him. I could easily give my heart to this man, let down my walls, and I wish that could be our future together. I wish I could have him and he me.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
As am I. We are surrounded by people, some dancing, some waiting to get drinks at the bar, so when Luke slips his hand under my dress, I stiffen. My eyes dart around as I grab his wrist, stopping his exploration of my pussy. I’m wet. I have been from the moment he walked up to me. He makes my body react in ways I didn’t know it could. He makes me feel alive, like my skin is flaming with heat.
He continues to kiss me, ignoring my protest as his finger slides under my underwear and through my folds. I shouldn’t do it, but I widen my stance a little, giving him better access to my most private part.
To onlookers, we are a couple making out and nothing more. No one can see that he has his fingers inside me, slowly pushing in and out of my tight hole. It is the single most erotic moment of my life. It feels naughty, filthy even, and I love it.
He continues to move his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing over that tight bundle of nerves that has the power to unravel me. I can feel my orgasm starting to build. My legs feel shaky and my chest is tight, as if someone is sitting on my ribs and stopping the air from pushing out of my lungs.
I lick my lips, trying to get some moisture back into my mouth as waves of pleasure start to build in my pelvis. I’m not going to last long. Not at this rate. I cling to him, as if he is lifesaving driftwood. He is all that’s keeping me upright. I can’t hear my pants over the music, which is just as well because I’m sure I would be making a fool of myself.
He kisses down my neck, touching the most sensitive part there and making me gasp. Then he moves to my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, little dove?”
I do. I need to feel him stretching me. He’s an addiction I can’t get enough of. When he’s inside me I feel powerful, different. I feel like an individual, and not just the daughter of Declan Easton. I crave that feeling more than I’ve ever craved anything.
“Please fuck me,” I moan out.
I have no idea if he can hear me over the music, but I don’t care. I’m just focused on the sensations that are rolling through my pussy. Everything down there feels tight and contracted.
My thoughts scatter as I go over the edge, murmuring his name as I do. I lean forward, clinging to him so tightly I must be leaving bruises. He pulls his fingers out of me and moves them under his nose, as if sniffing them. Then he puts them in his mouth and sucks my juices off. My mouth dries. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is.
When he kisses me, I can taste myself on his tongue.
He takes my hand in his. “Come and sit with me.”
He moves me through the club, the crowd parting to let us pass and into the VIP area. He finds an empty booth. He sits first, letting me slip in behind him. His hand instantly goes back between my legs. I don’t fight him. I don’t have the strength to resist him any longer, and besides, the poor lighting at the table hides us from view. I want him to touch me. I need it. My pussy is pulsating, and I’m chasing that next high.
