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“One dance,” she concedes without more fight, moving her body more and staying with the heavy beat.
“Good girl,” I whisper, earning a glare.
“Watch it, fucker,” she growls, clenching her teeth.
I grin again. She’s going to be so much fun.
Arrow slides his hands over her hip and down her thigh, grabbing whatever he can get ahold of. Keeping himself close, he grinds against her, working with the heavy music pouring through the speakers.
The lights dim more.
The music grows louder, filling the space.
People cheer at the midnight hour.
And we lose ourselves in each other.
No more words are exchanged between us. Not even a protest when I lift her chin, revealing her flushed face. Her eyes widen as she stares deeply into mine, forging the rest of our connection.
Something clicks into place, like my soul has finally found its perfect match. Electricity sparks through my body. My hair stands on end.
There's something there, between the group of us. We're meant to be. No questions asked.
My eyes flash to Arrow, who enthusiastically gives me the thumbs up—no doubt, grinning beneath his bloodied, skeleton mask. Shepp nods, closing in on her and completing our circle around her.
Ours.
Forever.
The people around us continue dancing with one another. They don't pay us any attention. Despite the oddity of three men with one girl, they don't seem to care and give us space.
Perhaps it's the booze running through their veins and distracting them from what's right before their eyes.
My hands roam her body when she sways with me, feeling everything she has hidden beneath her kitten suit. Her breath picks up. Fuck. Her chest heaves, barely contained in her outfit, begging me to peel it off her skin and splatter her tits with my cum.
“Fuck,” she rasps, turning in my grip and facing Arrow. I can practically see the smile through his mask when he takes advantage and grabs her ass, pulling her closer. She grinds against him, gripping his black shirt hard.
“That’s it, Little Kitten. Take what you need from me,” he says, barely above the music.
But I hear it—the need in his voice. We’ve watched for so long. Now, we finally get to touch. Everything.
She shudders against him, enjoying their short-lived dance, but turns toward Shepp, pulling him into her body. Whatever reluctance she had before about dancing with the three of us, she’s lost it now. She’s too engrossed in the music thumping through the speakers and our bodies to fucking care.
Shepp tentatively moves his hands to her hips, helping her move against him. If he could, he’d whisper sweet nothings into her ears as encouragement.
I lick my lips. This is it. This is our moment to take what we’ve wanted for so long. We have her in the palms of our hands. Without a single thought, I let my momentary stint of jealousy grab hold, and I take her from Shepp’s tight embrace, pulling her against me.
Now, I have two options. I could walk away now and follow the rules put in place for us by the very family I look to defy. Or, I could continue with my plan, raise my middle finger to my father, and fuck her.
"Come with us." It's all I demand when I grab her hand, leading her away from the party.
Or attempt to.
Her reasoning must kick in when she halts us near the stairs leading to the second floor.
"You can't just expect me to follow you," she says with a stubborn glint. "I can't…" She shakes her head, tension forming in her brows.
“What’s stopping you?” I ask.
