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He puts a slight amount of pressure against my pussy. I know he can feel how wet I am. I nearly die when his finger runs back and forth against the silk material.
He nibbles and sucks at my neck before traveling up to my earlobe, pulling it between his teeth, causing my body to involuntary arch into him.
“Stop fucking with me, Sophia,” he growls in my ear before pulling away.
I watch him smirk at me before adjusting himself and walking away.
I feel the tears sting the backs of my eyes. I let him get into my head again, and here I am, panting and unable to catch my breath in a dark hallway in public. He’s left me wanting more, and yet again after he turns me on, he leaves me high and dry.
Fuck Knox Kingston and whatever spell he thinks he has me under. He has no idea the shit I’ve been through, the shit I’m still going through. The next time I see him it won’t be as easy as it has been for him to get under my skin.
I’m done with the bullshit that he keeps trying to pull.
I make my way into the bathroom quickly to straighten myself up. The last thing I want is for Dylan to notice something is wrong.
Ten minutes later, I’m looking around for Dylan, when he shows up next to me.
“I was starting to get worried about you. Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“I’m fine. Sorry. It’s just so stuffy in here. I feel much better now,” I reassure him.
“Good. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving,” I reply.
He grabs my hand, leading me back towards our table. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Knox in a corner with the brunette from earlier, his eyes burning a whole into my body.
I watch her wrap herself around him, and I’m pissed that it makes me sick that he doesn’t push her away.
“Sophia? Are you sure you’re okay?” Dylan’s voice brings me back to reality.
“Yes, sorry. I just saw an old friend from my past,” I admit.
“Knox Kingston?”
“You know him?”
“Who doesn’t? The guy terrifies me.” Dylan visibly shivers, and I want to laugh.
It would bring Knox so much happiness to know that Dylan is scared of him.
“He’s not so bad,” I lie.
Because he is that bad. He’s the worst. I’m not going to admit that he scares me too, but for a completely different reason.
Dylan excuses himself to the restroom and I’m sitting at the table, propping my chin up with my hand, when I feel Knox slide up next to me.
I don’t even have to look over at him to know he’s there.
“What do you want?” I ask, without even glancing in his direction.
I’m not going to give him that satisfaction.
“Why are you still stringing this clown around?” he seethes.
“You don’t know Dylan. Don’t talk about him like that. I’m done with you, Knox. I’m done with your shit. I don’t know what’s going on in your life that you think you need to take it out on me, but I’m over it. Goodbye.” I wave my hand in his face, trying to dismiss him.
He’s so silent that I almost feel my resolve crumbling. A sick part of me wants to beg him to keep treating me like shit, just so I can get turned on again.
