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“You okay there, baby girl?” I held her close, taking in her lemony scent as I spoke. She stumbled again, this time, veering the two of us of course towards the right. She was far drunker than I had initially thought. I held tight, righting our path as I guided her out of the bar, knowing full well that eyes were upon us. “All right then, let’s get you to bed.” Her muscles stiffened under my fingers as I spoke, even as she swayed. She was aware in there - far more aware than anyone gave her credit for.
We stumbled in silence, and once we were both securely in the elevator she pushed away from me, righting herself as she glared at me with her hostile, icy blue gaze.
“Get your handsoffof me.” She was completely sober and aware, which only made me fucking angrier because I didn’t like being played.
“Careful.” I stepped in close to her, pinning her to the steel wall of the elevator. “You’re showing your hand too soon, sweetheart.” My voice dripped with anger, but I didn’t miss the way that her breath sped up as I pressed against her - didn’t miss the way her nipples pebbled beneath her dress, jutting against my chest, begging me to taste them.
“I’m not scared of you.” Even though her body wanted something entirely different, her voice - her tone - told me she wasn’t going to back down from this fight. The doors of the elevator opened on our floor with a loudping, and this time I didn’t hold her up delicately, dipping an arm beneath her shoulder. No, this time I wrapped my fingers tightly around her wrists and dragged her down the corridor tooursuite. She dug her heels in, swearing like a gutter rat every step of the way, making me question how the hell she even got in here. They screened these women, didn’t they? And I couldn’t imagine her passing their tests with a mouth like that.
She pulled against me, giving a half attempt at fighting me to our room, but I knew she didn’t want a scene just as much as I didn’t. If anything, creating a scene here was expected of me. But I didn’t want to give these Society fucks the satisfaction of looking down upon me and my family. If anything, I wanted them to underestimate me - to assume that I was a good little Society pawn who would say ‘yes, sir’ and jump when told. Joining them had been a mistake. Sure, it gave my family additional privileges that we didn’t have before, and it gave my da our mother, but my brother and I couldn’t be expected to carry the cost. Not when I knew what they did.
I pulled my arm forward, jerking the blonde’s body through the door of our suite, and this time her stumble wasn’t fake. She glared at me, anger coating her gaze, and I simply stood there as I shut the door, waiting for the vitriol to drip from her tongue.
And baby girl didn’t disappoint.
“Don’t ever put your fucking hands on meagain.” She hissed the statement as if she were too good for my touch. I stepped forward, noting with pleasure that she didn’t retreat - didn’t back down. The girl was a fighter, whoever she was, she wasn’t Society, and I was fuckinginterested.
I wasn’t soft. I didn’t treat her with kid gloves. Instead, I gripped her chin in my hand, angling her head towards me as I brought my lips to hers, robbing her of any breath she had. For a split second, I watched her eyes flair wider in shock - surprise - anger? Who knew. I expected her fist to pound against my back - expected her to push me away. And for a heartbeat, she seemed to fight with the indecision of what to do now that my lips moved against hers. But then she softened beneath me, and I took the opportunity to slide my tongue between her teeth, pushing against the roof of her mouth as I tasted the sickly sweet drink they tended to serve the women here. It didn’t fit, but I pushed that thought away to examine at a later date. I made to pull away from her, dizzy from the taste of her - from the lack of oxygen, but the strangest thing happened. As I pulled away, her lips chased after mine, refusing to let go, daring me toplay. I pressed my thumb against her jaw, angling her face so that I could kiss her deeper - more thoroughly. And still it wasn’t enough.
She moaned against my lips, and I swallowed that shit up, aware that my cock was hard, pressed against her stomach as we stood in the entrance devouring one another. It had been a long time since a woman had my singular focus, but I wanted to explore her - nip her - taste her. I wanted to sink into her - claim her - own her.
And that was a dangerous thought.
Was she wife material?
Before I could follow that thought down the rabbit hole, her teeth bit down on my bottom lip and I groaned, pleasure zinging down my spine. Baby girl liked it a little rough. I released her jaw, sweeping my tongue against hers as I increased the pressure - quickened the pace. I slid my knee between her thighs easily, her body opening up for me as if she were made for me. Even through my dress pants and her goddamn panties, I could feel how soaked she was - could feel how much she wanted me. Baby girl talked a big talk about not wanting my hands on her, but her body sang a different melody, one that was begging forme. I slid my hand down, feeling her shudder against me as my palms took in her curves through the fabric that clung to her. I halted my descent, allowing my thumbs to brush against the underside of her breast. The little gasp she emitted in the back of her throat - the stutter of her heart - her quickened pulse, all of it told me exactly how much shelikedit. I kissed her thoroughly, applying a hint of pressure against her soaked panties with my thigh, and I felt the tremors run through her body. She was fierce, but she still needed to know who was in charge - who controlled what happened between us.
I lifted my thumbs, allowing them to circle her nipples, and this time her hips jutted forward, thrusting against my thigh. She moaned wantonly, louder and far more aggressively this time, the sounds she made hardening my cock with each passing second. In that moment, I wanted to push her against the front door, tear her panties from her body, hike her dress up, and sink into her.
But I couldn’t do that, not when she was so goddamn volatile - not when I didn’t know who she was or what the hell she was doing here. Instead, I eased my lips from hers, ignoring the whimpered protest that came from her throat as I kissed her neck, trailing open kisses down to her collar bone. I nibbled and bit down on her flesh as I went, reveling in her sighs and stuttered breaths. She liked a bit of pain just as much as I did.
And when she was finally worked up good and proper, and I knew that the thigh of my pants would be marked with her scent, I pulled back entirely, leaving her alone and cold.
Her eyes snapped to mine, her blue gaze filled with lust and confusion.
Part of me wanted to reach for her - wanted to bring her warm body right back to me - wanted to hear the noises she made when she finally shattered on me. But I held firm.
“Don’t worry, baby girl, the next time you want my hands on you, you’ll have to beg me for it.”
I didn’t stick around to see my words sink beneath her skin - to watch her anger fill her gaze. Instead, I walked to my room, leaving her standing at the entrance of our apartment. I was still no closer to discovering who she was and why she pretended to be wasted, but at least now she knew who was in control. I wouldneverbow down to some Society bitch, and either she was very good at pretending she wasn’t one of theirs, or she was here under completely false pretenses. Either way, I needed to know what the fuck I was dealing with before I sank into her.
I didn’t bother locking my door - I would be an idiot if I thought a bedroom door would keep me safe from the creature I had just left wanting. If I was a better person, I’d feel like an asshole, but she was lying, and I never once claimed to be good. The warm spray of the shower did absolutely nothing to ease my temper, but the steamed cubicle gave me the opportunity to slide my hand on my cock, memories of how she felt beneath my palms rose to the surface, and it didn’t help that I still tasted her on my lips - still smelled her lemony scent in my nostrils. Without giving it much thought, my hand slid up and down on my cock. I didn’t want to stand here having a long exploratory session, I just wanted tocome. At least then I’d be level headed to deal with her retaliation because she would retaliate. I would be an idiot if I thought anything else.
I worked my hand up and down in a hard, fast motion, needing to come so I could expel her from my system. Memories of how soft her lips were hijacked my mind. The noise she made in the back of her throat when my thigh pressed against her soaked panties, rubbing against her pussy. The way her body shivered of its own accord.
I was dimly aware of a gasp echoing in my bathroom, but I was too far gone to stop, feeling my balls tighten up, pleasure pressing against the base of my spine. I groaned viciously before cum coated my stomach and abs. The relief was dizzying, and suddenly I felt lighter - felt more like myself.
And when I looked up, I found her standing in my bathroom, staring at me through the fogged up glass. Whatever she came here to do, I knew it hadn’t been to watch me. Her gaze was wide and unfocused. She looked wholly fucking turned on - if not a little shocked, and something about her gaze had me grinning. Normally, I’d put my junk away - cover up, but instead, I simply stood there grinning like a fool as I folded my arms across my chest, allowing her to look upon me.
Chapter Six : The Illusion of Relaxing
Marissa
Iawoketothesounds of birds chirping and the smell of chlorine wafting through the window. The same window I had left wide open with the blindsup. Which meant that sunshine filtered across my face, blinding me in its brightness. Fuck, it was hot. Not the kind of summer day that made me revel in the sunshine; the kind of summer day that made the act of showering seemingly pointless because as soon as you stepped out of the shower, your body was coated in the same amount of sweat as before you stood under the spray.
Thinking about the shower, or even theactof showering, was the worst thing I could do first thing in the morning. Because all it did was remind me of what happened last night.Thiswas the problem withdays off. The concept of relaxing was a bullshit farce because all it did was give you time tothink- tocontemplate- toreflect. And I didn’t want to do any of those things because it entailedremembering.
I had lost control of the situation. I still didn't knowhow, all I knew is that it happened. One minute I was throwing my drink down the sink before walking back out in the bar, deliberately stumbling over my steps to appear drunk - because Paul was watching, and the next minute I was pressed against my roommate, panting like a backyard whore.
