AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“It’s only the beginning,” he vows, tugging his thumb from my mouth and swiping the wetness on my parted lips like a priest blessing a parishioner. “I will make you mine whether you like it or not.” His low voice vibrates against my skin, his breath fanning across my jaw while my fingers clutch to the cushion under me. “Your head might be resisting me but I know I can make your body yield to me.”
He then leans ever closer, his hot breath fanning across the side of my neck until I feel his teeth graze my earlobe, his warm tongue flicking it gently as I stifle a moan, biting my lip.
“Tell me,” he continues, his hand just a whisper against the side of my hip. “If I would reach down right now and trace my fingers against your cunt, would I find you wet?”
The tension is near suffocating, my skin tingling with electricity as he stills close to me, waiting for me to answer but I’ve lost all ability to string a coherent sentence together. I slowly nod my head instead.
I can feel him grin against my ear, “Good girl.”
My body lights up to the sound of his praise. He straightens, his heated gaze undressing me while I’m on the verge of passing out.
I don’t have time to question what’s happening between us before the door slams open and a disheveled Connor appears in the doorway, Lenix trailing right behind. He glances at me first, then Byzantine, who’s still setting me aflame with nothing but a stare.
Connor snickers but walks in anyway. “Sorry to interrupt whatever the hell is happening in here but Bastian needs us at the house.”
He waves his hand around like a bored king. “You know, no rest for the wicked and all,” he adds.
Finally, Byzantine’s eyes dart away from me and turn to Connor. “Fine,” he snaps.
Lenix shoves Connor over and runs over to me.
“Babes, are you alright!?” Sitting beside me while I try to regain a sense of sanity.
“She’s fine, Lenix, don’t be dramatic,” Connor answers for me. She glares at him but he just laughs it off. “Anyway, see you at the pub. This has been…fun,” he says, walking out the door.
I look back at Byzantine, who hasn’t moved a muscle. Finally, he rolls his shoulders and lets out a disgruntled sigh.
“This isn’t over, little sun,” he warns, before following Connor out the door.
Lenix’s head swivels back at me. “What’s not over?”
Chapter 21
Sunny
Thehangoverpoundsinmy skull before I can even open my eyes. It’s as emotional as it is physical. Doesn’t help that I’m also the horniest I’ve ever been in…maybe forever.
I groan, pressing my palms to my eyes and turning on my side to face Lenix, who’s still passed out in yesterday’s dress, face first in the pillow. Byzantine might have been jealous of her and I, but she’s my best friend and there’s really nothing he can do about it.
After both him and Connor left, we found a full bottle of vodka still sitting chilled in their VIP booth, and we obviously had to take advantage. Lenix ended up making out with the same girl who had previously been locking lips with Connor. Pretty sure the brunette said she was straight but Lenix can easily make anyone question their sexuality, if only for the night.
The rest is a blur.
Byzantine’s words are still ringing in my head even now. A part of me craves the submission he demanded of me. Craves him pushing me to my knees, slowly twisting his hands in my hair, and ordering me to do whatever deviant act he can think of. Lust cuts through me at just the thought.
Then, there’s themuchlouder part of me that balks at being told what to do. The way he spoke of me with such propriety—he’s lucky I didn’t fuck someone in the bathroom just to spite him. But I knew I’d be disappointed.
And if I’m being honest, I didn’t want to.
Not when Byzantine can turn me on with just a curl of his fingers under my chin. As if he somehow knows how to reach into the deepest parts of me and light me on fire. I’ll be cinders after he’s done with me.
The rational part of my brain continues to nudge at me, reminding me who Byzantine truly is—and how I met him. He killed Gary. Like, actual murder.
But somewhere between then and now my fear of him has dissipated. I know he’s not a good guy, but is he evil? My beliefs of right and wrong keep getting murkier the more time I spend with him.
Anyway, the verdict is still out. I wake Lenix up with a shove to her shoulder. Her head snaps up, bewildered. Pushing up onto her elbows she drops her head into her hands with a loud groan.
“Ugh, Sunny, what the fuck,” she whines while rolling on her back, her dress hiked up to her hips with one leg hanging off the edge of the bed. Her mascara is smudged under her eyes as she looks at me with the same gaunt look I’m probably looking at her with.
