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I can’t help but wonder what they fought about. Sinn, if that is even his name…fuck, I’m simping over this man and I don’t even know his name!
I am so fucked up.
It’s ludacris that I’ve been consumed by a stranger, but I feel like I know him somehow. There’s something in him that I recognize. Perhaps it’s that he seems so…alone, especially when he walked away from that booth. Alone and lost and angry. He’s always angry. And still, I wanted to go to him. I had the strangest urge to comfort him. To protect him. Which is fucking ridiculous because nothing about that man needs protecting. And, of course, like aways, I wanted to be near him. To touch him. Fuck, I just want to be able to touch him.
I want to touch the one man who’s untouchable. Or as Tink so eloquently put it, OFF LIMITS.
I pull my gaze away from the empty booth and blow a kiss to the DJ as I pass by. He winks at me in return. I slide into the bar stool that seems to have becomeminejust as Tink places my usual whiskey drink on a coaster in front of me. She still looks at me with malice, but she’s come to accept me. At least, I think she has. She doesn’t ever linger to chat but she also hasn’t poisoned me yet so, there’s that. A girl knows when to take her wins.
It doesn’t take long for a man to approach me and offer to buy me a shot. I eagerly accept. They’ve been consistent in their pursuits every night I’ve been here. Thank God none of them have been like Billy Bob though. I shudder at the memory. No, all the men that have approached me since then have been nothing but polite. I
mean, I won’t go as far as saying respectful, because this is a bar after all, and I haven’t exactly been innocent in my flirtations and lead-ons, but none have pushed their luck. And I have a sneaking suspicion it’s because of a certain brooding alpha male. Even in his absence, his actions and his threats linger as a warning to all. But what exactly is the warning? A warning not to be a complete piece of shit? Or a warning not to come near me?
I shake my head, clearing that last thought. No, that’s not right, because mendoapproach me. Men flirt and touch and tease and he still hasn’t made an appearance. The only time he’s really seemed to care is when I was being hurt and threatened. And because I am who I am, because I don’t work like a normal girl should, I’m going to test this new theory no matter how much it scares me. Time to cause chaos.
I stand up and then climb onto my bar stool, kneeling on it so I’m above the crowd. I cup my hands to my mouth and yell, “Who wants to do body shots?!”
I rowdy cheer erupts throughout the crowd and they surge towards the bar. Towards me. The electricity in the atmosphere just kicked up a notch and I can’t help the devious grin that spreads across my face.
I point to a man in the crowd that obviously takes care of his body. “You,” I curl my finger, requesting him to come to me. He does. When he’s standing right in front of me, I cross my arms, and gesture with my chin, “Lift up your shirt and let’s see what you’ve got under there.”
“Trust me,” he smirks and lifts the shirt, revealing a very decent set of abs, “these will pass the test,” he says all cocky and arrogant. Though, I can’t fault him for it, the amount of dedication and hard work it takes to keep the type of physique he has isn’t easy.
I uncross my arms and place my hands on his shoulders as I lean in to whisper against his ear and order, “Take your shirt off and get on the bar.”
He grins and tugs his shirt off in two seconds, revealing a beautifully sculpted upper body. The girls in the bar all scream and shout their approval as he makes his way to the bar and hoists himself on top of it. Once he’s laying back, I climb onto the bar, too, and straddle him. My head spins just a tiny bit with the motion, a sign that perhaps this isn’t the best idea after all but now I’m too far in to back out. Tink is there, a mischievous gleam in her eye as well, as if she’s just as curious how all of this will play out.
“Allow me,” she says, as she sticks a lime wedge between the man’s teeth then proceeds to spill whiskey down his chest, stomach, and into his belly button for me to slurp up.
And then I feel that tingling sensation between my shoulder blades. I look around the bar, desperately trying to spot him, but he’s nowhere in the crowd or anywhere in the shadows that I can see.
“Hey,” the guy beneath me grabs my hand, getting my attention, “don’t leave me hanging.” He smirks as he puts the lime wedge back in his mouth.
I hesitate for only a second before I lower my head, and start sucking out the alcohol from his bellybutton. I use my tongue to wipe up the rest from his hard-cut abs, keeping eye contact with him the entire time. I make my way up his chest and then lean in to take the lime wedge from his mouth. My lips press against his as I take it and squeeze the sour juice into both of our mouths.
I sit up and throw both arms up in the air and the crowd goes wild with approval. I sway a bit where I’m still seated, straddling this stranger, but I yell and cheer along with the crowd anyway. I started this; I have to see it through.
“Who’s next?” I hear someone yell. Others are now climbing onto the bar as we’re climbing off.
The stranger helps me down gently, but once my feet are on the floor, he doesn’t remove his hands from my waist or step out of my personal space. I realize that we’re eye to eye, and I’m suddenly staring into hungry brown eyes. Something inside of me stirs. A memory I just can’t quite piece together. My heart rate spikes, fear is making its way through my body one inch at a time. The way he’s looking at me and holding me against his body is very aggressive. Too aggressive.
He licks his lips and then brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “You can’t be such a tease and not even give me a little taste of those lips, that’s just cruel. How about we find a quiet corner and you can give me that taste?”
“Ummmm,” I struggle to find my words.
My earlier confidence, and need to cause chaos, have completely evaporated. All I wanted to do was a cause a little scene to see ifhewould come and get me. Hell, I just wanted him to come out and scold me at this point, tell me to go home. I don’t want to go anywhere with this guy.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I manage to get out.
But it’s no use. He’s already pulling me away from the bar and I’m too drunk to fight him. I stumble along behind him, desperately trying to clear my muddled brain and think clearly. I need to find my strength to pull away. I need to find my voice. But I don’t do any of that as he leads me down a darkened hallway and pushes my back against a wall.
The fear has taken complete control of my body and mind. It feels like I’ve been thrown into the freezing ocean with bricks tied to me, pulling me down further and further into the cold darkness. I’m weightless and heavy at the same time. I can’t move.
His lips crash into mine and his tongue is forceful as it pushes past my lips and into my mouth. Further down I sink. I squeeze my eyes shut against the darkness. There’s no light. There’s
no air. His hands are on my body now and, oh God, I can’t breathe.
“Get the fuck off of her,” his voice rings out like a bell in a tower, signaling everyone and everything of the incoming threat, but it’s too late to try and save yourself.
