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“Girl, this is so much better than what he had going on. If anything, he should kiss your feet for saving his ass.” Ocean rolls her eyes and gives me a mischievous smile. “Want to work on my set next?”
“I can’t dance two shows,” I tell her again and she fake pouts at me.
“It’s fine. I don’t want dancers, but I was thinking of changing the lighting and maybe adding a piano. See I need your help!”
“That was amazing, Jade.” Conrad steps into me next and gives me a full-on hug. Spyder joins suit and soon I’m sandwiched between them. We’ve all been spending a lot of time together in the hotel rooms, working on the media angles. Things have been getting better and Zander finally spoke out about the way Mia was being treated. Mia has been out of the country and acting secretive with Ocean and me. I’m still worried about her.
“What are your plans for Christmas next week?” Conrad turns his focus on me, and his hand lands on my hip.
I open my mouth to speak when a low growl sounds from the studio entrance. I crank my neck around and my eyes clash with Onyx’s. My heart races in my chest. It’s been so long since I’ve seen him, but I haven’t dared to seek him out. Everyone said he’s been writing and recording, barely coming out except to eat.
He stalks toward us and heat rises up my neck. He looks angry and gorgeous at the same time. His hair is longer than normal. For once he isn’t wearing the suit and looks more like himself in a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt. REDEMPTION is printed across the front in large black letters.
Conrad’s hand spasms on my waist when Onyx’s glare moved to it. “Hands off. Unless you never want to see a stage again.” His voice is gritty and raw from singing for days straight. Conrad’s hand drops immediately and he holds both hands up.
“No issues, mate.” He laughs nervously.
Onyx doesn’t take his death glare off him. “Everyone out of the room.”
The crowd scrambles to listen to him like he’s their king, and in a way, I guess he is. It's his name on their paychecks. The room clears out faster than a bunch of underage kids when the cops arrive. Ocean gives me an encouraging smile over her shoulder, but she still leaves me with the demon.
My feet shuffle, but Onyx snatches my wrist in his hand. “You stay here.” My spine straightens at the command and my mouth opens to tell him off. “We need to talk because apparently shoving my cock so deep I could feel your cervix last time, didn’t get my point across.”
Onyx pulls me to the backstage room. It's darker here, with only stage lights on, and completely deserted. Props lean in every direction and one lone ballet bar stands by the shelf. His feet stop moving and I finally rip my hand out of his grip. “What point exactly? All I know is that we argued, you chastised me for leaving and keeping me safe, then we fucked.”
Onyx growls low in his throat again before getting in my face, his nose brushing mine. “The part where you’re mine. If Conrad puts his hands on you one more time, he’ll be lucky if he can pick up drumsticks ever again.” Every word he speaks brushes against my skin with his breath. And it causes goosebumps over my flesh. His eyes are blown wide and I can read the determination, anger, and love in them.
“He’s my friend. Just because I’m yours with this contract doesn’t mean I can’t have friends.” I try to reason with him, my hands resting low on his hips.
“Fuck the contract, Jade. It doesn’t make you mine. Our past, right now, the future, that's what makes you mine. When I touch you like this and your body leans into mine. Or even though you’re pissed at me right now, when I kiss you, you’ll come alive.” He places soft kisses on my nose, my cheeks, my chin, and follows the path down my neck. He’s right. My body melts for him and comes to life at the same time. My arms move up to his shoulders, pressing him closer, urging him to take more.
His fingers graze my shoulders and the straps to my top slide off and down my arms. Onyx backs my body up until my backside rests against the ballet bar. My hands fumble to brace my body up higher, so we’re face to face. His hands come up to my front and flick my top open. My breasts fall free and Onyx is instantly on them, his mouth sucking and licking. He takes the aching peak in his mouth, sucking so hard I cry out and my hands shoot back to grip the banister behind me. Onyx’s hands grab at my waist and I lift my hips to help as he takes my shorts and tights and rolls them off and down my legs. His mouth releases my nipple and crashes onto my mouth and he isn’t soft about it. Onyx’s mouth devours mine, proving I’m his more and more with each swipe of his tongue along mine. I want to hold him, have my hands on him, but I’m supporting my body on the bar. One move and we could both crash to the floor. Onyx’s hands and mouth are fused to mine. He grinds his clothed body against my naked one, the fabric of his jeans rubbing roughly against my core. I moan into his mouth and feel him grow harder against me.
Onyx tears his mouth from mine. “You like that?”
My head falls back, a ragged, “yes,” falls from my lips. His hands come between my thighs and he pushes them apart until I’m wide open, my ass barely supported on the bar with my hands. My muscles burn, but I refuse to move until he gives me what I want.
Onyx chuckles and the sound is dark, filled with wicked promise. “I’ll get on my knees for you, Little Star.”
My head snaps up and I watch as his body bends before mine, resting on his knees, his shoulders pressing my thighs even farther apart. “Oh, god.”
Onyx’s hands grip my hips, pulling my center right to his face. “Not god, just yours.” He growls, before burying his face between my legs, his tongue swiping back and forth, front to back. My body spasms when his teeth clamp over my clit. My hips roll toward his face and he grips my sides tighter, urging me to ride his face. The noises my pussy make against his face, and the way his tongue laps at my juices, are obscene. I want to touch him, grip his hair, but I’m entirely at his mercy. I thrash under him and his tongue plunges into my pussy before returning to flick around my clit.
My climax rolls and twists, teasing me with its release. “Please.” I groan into the open space.
“What do you need, Little Star,” Onyx asks between lapping my clit with his tongue.
“You,” I answer, my voice breathless, “I need you to be inside me.”
Onyx stands and his hands go to his jeans, popping the button free, and sliding them down his legs, far enough to pull his swollen cock free. The tip is purple and angry and he begins to tug on it.
His eyes find mine and in my clouded haze of lust, he smirks. “Tell me what I want to hear, Little Star. Tell me the truth and I’ll give you what you want.”
I watch him work himself with his hand, pre-cum now gleaming along the tip, and my body twitches. I want him to fill me. I want him all around me, to be a part of me. Because he is mine and I am his. My throat goes dry, my tongue swipes over my lips. “I’m yours.”
Onyx’s black eyes gleam and the head of his cock presses against my entrance. My body tightens around him, pulling him deeper inside with every thrust of his hips. “Yeah, you are. You’re all for me, Jade. This pussy, your heart, your soul, it all belongs to me.”
Fire pulses in my veins at his words and I eat them up. Yes. Yes. Yes. Onyx’s fingers dig into my sides, holding, taking my weight, as my hands move over his shoulders, up his neck and to his hair. I hold on, while he plays my body with a sweet rhythm. He groans into my neck, while he continues to stretch me, his hips slapping against mine. He picks up speed, his shirt rubbing against my nipples, tightening them further.
