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My fist clenches around my glass when I see the way they leer at her. They shouldn’t be looking at her. She should still be pinned against my chest with her hands onme.
She blew in like a fucking tornado with her perfume, her fuck me eyes, her sinful dress, and her greedy hands on my body and that’s where they should still be.
Not across the bar heading towards those wankers.
I’m desperate to have her. I can feel it in my hard cock, in the twisted knots of my belly, in the vein throbbing at my temple.
In the way my blood pumps furiously through my body, creating throbbing energy in its wake that remains trapped in me with no immediate outlet.
I want to call after her, to order her to come back here, but I grind my teeth and watch her go instead. My eyes never look away, locked in on her progress as annoyance rises in my body with every step she takes away from me.
Two months into the year and two weeks before I’ve actually even started teaching and I’m about to fail the first condition of my banishment in spectacular fashion.
If I go after her, a stranger – a tempting one, but a stranger nonetheless – then I’m repeating the exact same cycle of behavior that landed me in this situation of having a noose around my neck and no free will.
But she was so desperate to have me before she bolted at the first sign of my uncertainty. She treated me like some random dick, perfectly replaceable with just about anyone, and that alone makes me want to collar her throat and bring her to her knees before me. I could have her gospelizing her submission to me within the hour.
I’m not used to being on this side of a one-night stand. I’m the one who usually sleeps with nameless and sometimes faceless girls.I’mthe one who doesn’t get attached, who lives by the words ‘out of sight, out of mind’.
This is new for me and I don’t like it. My ego has taken a hit and he doesn’t like it either.
There’s something about her that’s alluring and spellbinding, more than just the initial physical attraction. It calls me closer, making me want to find out exactly who she is. Urgent need claws at me to get her number, to not let her slip through my fingers tonight. That I would regret it.
The voice in my head, the one with zero impulse control, screams at me once again to stop her before she reaches them.
My frustration bleeds into my legs as my foot taps an anxious rhythm on the floor. I’m powerless to subdue it but it stops abruptly seconds later when she reaches the other men at the bar.
I straighten, my muscles corded and tense.
She rounds the corner and gives them a coy smile that makes my jaw clench. She plays with a strand of her hair, twirling it around her finger as she giggles at something one of them says and I know it’s fake. Even based only on our short repartee, I know it’s not her. She’s putting on a performance and I want to rip that mask off her and reveal the real Jenny.
I think back to how she approached me, the confidence with which she daringly delivered her opening line. How she brazenly fisted my cock and pumped up and down my length until I stopped her.
Is she offering them the same thing? Is she over there asking one or all three of them to fuck her like she begged me to not ten minutes ago?
I stare unflinchingly down the bar at her. At how she flirts until one of them stands and folds his arms so he can show off his height and the thickness of his muscles.
A screw pops loose inside me when she turns towards him and places a small hand on his bicep.
When he uncrosses his arms in response and takes a step towards her, something goes haywire in my brain and I’m up. I’ll be damned if I sit idly by and watch as he touches what belongs to me for the night.
My impulse control is thrown carelessly to the wind as I stalk across the bar towards her, not taking even a second to ponder the shortsighted stupidity of my actions.
Regrets, that’s what tomorrow is for.
Right now, I’m lost to everything around me except the thumping need in my veins to claim her.
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Chapter 6
Nera
“I’m glad you like the tie, I have a couple of other designs from the same collection upstairs.” Kevin says, an overconfident smile on his face. “I’d be happy to show you if you’d like.”
I pause at his words but hide my reaction behind a vacant smile. It’s the offer I’ve been waiting for and yet disappointment churns in my stomach.
Kevin and his friends are unskilled in the art of seduction. I may be limited in my own sexual experience, but even I can tell that much.
