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There is nothing more that I want to do than fix that. I just don’t know how far I can push him.
Or if I even should.
“You were just telling me how you and your brothers have agreed to drive me into the nearest town, give me a couple hundred bucks, and send me on my way.” I dart my hand out and snatch another cupcake from the plate before he can react.
I shove it in my mouth and chew, probably looking like a wild animal or a scorned woman on a mission, but I can’t help it. It tastes so fucking good. It helps with the ache in my stomach. I can resist eating bland chicken and veggies. But dessert? It’s my undoing.
Arsenio gapes at me in shock, tilting his head, unsure how to respond or what to do with me. And he won’t stop staring at my frosting-lined mouth.
I don’t even care if I look a mess. Serves him right for trying to manipulate me.
“I was hoping your personality would match how sweet your scent is, but goddamn it, woman. You are so full of spice.” Arsenio bows closer, capturing my gaze with his own. “I didn’t think anyone liked sweets more than me. And seeing it on you like this?” Reaching up, he wipes his thumb over my bottom lip, scraping the red chocolate from my face to pop his thumb into his mouth to suck.
My nipples harden at his gesture, and I push back in the rolling chair, nearly falling. Arsenio catches the arm and drags me closer, trapping me between his long legs, so I can’t move. He’s tall enough that his hardening bulge is only inches away from my face. And holy hell. He’s right about his enjoyment of sweets. He smells like apple pie, brown sugar, and caramel now, his fresh scent shifting to a mouthwatering gourmand with his blazing desire. I wonder if his skin tastes as sweet. I didn’t really get a chance to find out when I bit him.
“There’s a lot that you don’t know about me.” I refuse to break my stare, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting under my skin first. We’re now at war with each other, our bodies yearning to be closer while our minds remain stubborn.
“Then tell me.” Arsenio rests his big hand on my shoulder, spinning my dark hair around his fingers. “It’ll help.”
I ease the chair back enough to get to my feet, meeting his eyes more at his level, so he no longer looks down on me. Licking my lips, I taste the frosting of the cupcake. He watches my every move, and I hope it’s enough to distract him. Because I don’t want to tell him anything. He has his secrets, and I have mine. We don’t need to share. He could just let me go.
“It’s nothing. There’s nothing really to tell. I don’t have a pack or a family. I’ve been taking suppressant pills to pass as a beta. But then I was caught. Your brother was there, you know. He defended me. Did you know that? I know you guys were casing the Vixen Lounge.” I lean even closer, stopping my mouth only inches away from his.
“What are you talking about?” Arsenio’s eyes search mine, flicking back-and-forth, his pupils dilating as he once again looks at my mouth before easing toward me another inch.
“Ask him. It’s his fucking fault. He should’ve just let Madame Tamsin’s client be a dick to me, and I probably wouldn’t have fallen and spilled the damn pills I had just bought. I would still have my life. I would still have my freedom. Now I’m fucking stuck in this enormous palace as a prisoner in this tiny ass bathroom with fucking assholes who refuse to even tell me why they won’t let me go. If it’s about your sister, you don’t have to fucking worry about me. It’s none of my business. I know you’re hiding her, and I don’t even care why. I’m sure she’s facing some fucked up shit if she’s anything like me.” My emotions get the best of me, and I try to pull away from Arsenio, but the chair traps me.
His hand slides around my waist, steadying me, and he frowns. “Kinsey...”
“Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me go.” I clutch his face, getting closer into his personal space. I can use his own desire against him. I know he wants to kiss me. I know he’s attracted to me. Maybe if I give him what he craves, he’ll finally just let me have my way.
Crashing my mouth to his, I kiss him hard and passionately, gliding my tongue into his mouth as I twist my fingers into his dark blond hair, playing on his every need as an alpha.
Moaning, he falls for my charm and kisses me back, his ability to see clearly now fogged with everything fighting between us. I know I’m walking a dangerous line, and I don’t even care. I have always done what I’ve had to ever since my uncle destroyed everything. He broke me. He broke me so he could try to put the pieces back together, but I managed to crawl away even at my weakest and rebuild myself. I was never going to let him hurt me again. And these guys can’t hurt me either.
Breaking away from his mouth, I kiss down his jaw and glide my tongue over his neck, nipping his skin. I reach between us and unfasten his belt, slipping my hand into his pants to feel his cock flexing as I wrap my fingers around it and pull it free.
“Kinsey, what are you doing?” Arsenio asks, his voice deep and throaty with his desire. He doesn’t stop me, though. He reaches out and caresses his fingers over my hard nipple through my shirt. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Says who? I want to do this. Don’t you? I think that’s all that matters, right?” I explore the length of his hard-on, rubbing my fingers over his tip, feeling the slipperiness of his pre-cum on my fingers. His sweetness grows in intensity, and goosebumps prickle over my skin. A part of me screams to get myself together. He’s the one holding me captive. He’s more like Wilder than he’s like Desmond or Enzo.
But he’s here. He’s the one in charge of me now, and I know he has more influence.
“You have no idea how badly I want this, sugar. I want to taste you and find out if you’re just as you smell right now. Fucking delectable.” Arsenio reaches for me, grabbing the waistband of my yoga pants to bring me even closer.
I kiss him again, trying to lose myself in the moment, shivering as his fingers tease into the front of my pants to touch between my legs. My whole body buzzes, and I gasp and break away as he slides a finger over my wetness but doesn’t dip it inside me. He only brings it out and holds it to his lips, gliding his tongue over his finger, tasting me just as he said he wanted to.
His desire for me heats my own, and I realize how starving for companionship I’ve been, isolated and faking my way through life. Omegas aren’t meant to be alone. We need the interaction. We need everything an alpha has to offer us and the closeness a pack can provide.
My heart hurts knowing that this is just a game. What am I even doing?
A tear splashes on my cheek, surprising the both of us. Arsenio stiffens and jerks away, his eyes widening as he drinks me in. I don’t know what to do, so I push away from him and scramble back to the bathroom. He tries to chase after me, but I beat him and slam the door in his face. I lock it and return to my spot on the floor, pulling my knees up to my chest.
“Kinsey, I’m sorry. I let things get too far. Please, open the door. We really need to talk.” Arsenio taps his fingers on the wood. “Please.”
Ignore him and lie back down, closing my eyes.
I don’t know what to do or what to think anymore. This is all so crazy.
