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As always, the meal is incredible, Phillip's speech is… dull, but at least there is alcohol. That's one of Q's rules that I can get on board with.
"Come on, let's go and dance," I say to Mia as we move through to the ballroom where there's a huge dance floor in front of a stage with a band on. I’m not sure Phillip will approve, but he can go fuck himself. I need to feel her in my arms, to be close to her.
"Can't we just leave?"
"Not yet. But the second we can, we're out of here, okay? We can go back to the house and lock ourselves in my bedroom."
"Sounds perfect," she mutters, although her voice lacks the excitement I feel racing through my veins at the thought of what could come next. I've barely touched her all week, and after Sunday night, I'm damn near desperate to have her again.
I drag her out onto the dance floor between the other couples and pull her into my body."How about I make it worth your while?" I whisper into her ear as I slide my hands down her back to rest on the swell of her ass.
"Bexley," she warns.
"What? You know I can make you forget everything. I could lay you out on my bed and feast on you all night long."
She shudders in my hold, my dirty words affecting her like they always do.
"You want that, baby? You want me to tease you with my tongue until you come all over my face?"
"Bex, there are people," she chastises.
"No one can hear me but you, baby. No one but me knows how wet you are for me right now."
"Oh God," she moans, her body tensing as she imagines everything I'm suggesting.
Our bodies move together in time with the music, and it's the first time I realize that we've never really had a chance to do this. To party together, to dance together like we have no cares in the world and we're the only two that exist.
I cast my mind back to when she did it with Cade and I danced with Brook to make her jealous. Anger surges through me, but my need is more insistent still. I want that. I want to party at the house and to be able to show every fucker who's turned up that Mia is mine. Just like she always has been.
"You're mine, Mia. Nothing is going to change that," I promise her, rolling my hips so she can feel my hardness against her.
"Bexley, I can't—"
"Easton," a rough voice says from behind me, pausing my movements and cutting off whatever Mia was about to say. "I need to borrow you for a moment." Turning around, I find Phillip standing behind me, his lips thinned with disapproval. "I have some people I'd like to formally introduce you to."
"I'm so sorry," I whisper to Mia before gesturing to Channing, who's dancing with Sasha, Brandon, and a girl I don't know to take over from me.
"It's okay." She smiles at me as the others flank her sides, but it doesn't meet her eyes. If anything, it's sadder than I've seen all week.
"Fantastic," Phillip says. “Miss Thompson.” He gives Mia a small nod before leading me away.
We come to a stop at the bar where there’s a gathering of men in black suits, an array of different masks on their faces. I recognize all of the Q elders immediately based on their identical masks to Phillip’s. Lincoln is with them, along with the Chief of Police who, thankfully, is fully clothed and not balls deep in a dancer like the last time I saw him.
Phillip introduces me to the others, but his words go in one ear and straight out of the other as I keep my eyes on Mia on the dance floor. I know she's with Channing and Brandon, but I don't trust anyone with her but me right now.
Lincoln maneuvers closer to me as the men around us chat about business. “She’s quite something.” His gaze flickers to Mia.
“She’s barely holding on,” I grit out, feeling the muscles in my neck tense.
“It’s… unfortunate, the way things turned out.”
Unfortunate?
Is this asshole for real?
“Cade killed her parents.” My voice is a low growl. “He raped her and left her for dead.”
