Page 74 of Unleashed

With her lips brushing my ear, she inhales against my ear, asking, “Is that a challenge?”

Her hands slip down the front of my shirt until they hit my belt buckle. Simone bumps her hips against my ass, and her tits press against my back. Yeah, I’m done. I’ll have to beat off in a bathroom stall.

Simone moves her mouth to my ear as she claws my shirt, yanking it from my jeans. What the hell?

The colorful lights flash over us while she slides her hands along my bare abdomen, making my body twitch. Her nails tease me at my waistband while her lips and hot breath graze my ear. I’m a groan away from ripping out one of my kidneys and begging her to tongue my hard-on.

I grit my teeth with an eye roll before spinning around. Her arms fall from me with her gaze, and I snap, “Better not tell Finn Wilder you’re stealing his schtick.” When Simone looks at everyone but me, I try to leave again, but a golden flash stops me as Rhianna’s Disturbia blasts overhead.

I dodge left to go past her, but she undoes another button on my shirt to expose my chest. Simone drags her nails over my skin as her eyes meet mine and stay there. But then she moves closer, angles her head, and grazes my neck with her teeth. The feeling electrifies me. But I can’t fall for it. She’s setting me up to be a cautionary tale all over again.

Behind Simone, I catch Nico, Hadley, and Sylvie watching us from the edge of the dance floor. This is fucking weird. Nico grins, and I mouth some choice words at him. Sylvie’s crossed arms and pursed lips are comical. But the faraway look on Hadley’s face makes me sad, and I don’t know why.

Simone flips around and slams her ass into my groin, causing my fucking eyes to cross from the good and the bad. With the beat of the song, she twerks her ass up and down my dick. Everything in me screams to get the fuck out of here, but her shiny gold dress mesmerizes me. Still, she won’t control me. I’ve let people rule me for way too long.

I grab Simone’s hips, and instead of pushing her away, I jam mine against her ass, throwing her off balance. Ironically, even though I’m still rubbing against her, it calms me somewhat, being on my terms.

Simone leans her back against me, gluing her ass to my crotch. She turns her head toward me, snagging my gaze before I shove her away. But then I grab her arm, spinning her to me. The surprise on her face is a Times Square billboard.

Her mouth falls open, dazed. I retake her hand and hold it over her head to twirl her a few times. Simone falls against me, and the front of her dress shifts, revealing more of her left tit. What I’d give to suck on her nipple straining against the gold.

Craving Simone’s body, I pull her against me and slide my hands down her back, and she shivers. Her skin is silky smooth, so I slide further down to grab her ass, pushing myself against her. I swear I feel her pussy lips through her dress.

Simone melts in my arms. We dance, but we’re humping each other more than anything else, like we did at the bar in front of everyone. Afterward, amid Smirnoff and Absolut, we fucked against a wall. As much as Simone claims to hate me, she has no problem dry-fucking me in public or all-out screwing me in private.

I grind faster, and her whimpers harden me. Simone feels it and opens her thighs more. She clutches my shoulders and moans in my ear. Getting carried away, I lift her ass, hitting her sweet spot. I know this because she leans her head back and shrieks with the music.

Simone looks up at me with her chest heaving. “There’s no way you’re helping me this time out of the goodness of your heart.”

I lick my lips, trying to think of something other than wanting to make her life as miserable as mine. “Maybe not.” Her tongue glides over her bright red bottom lip, and it zings me everywhere.

Simone reaches under my untucked shirt and grabs my belt buckle, jerking me closer to her. She arches an eyebrow. “You want me to be like your sex slave? Am I supposed to climb on top of you and ride your dick whenever you snap your fingers?” That’d be nice.

I shrug and speak before I know what I’m saying. “If getting your money is worth it. I decide when we fuck. Or not.” What the hell did I suggest?

She wrinkles her forehead, considering that. “And if I don’t agree?”

“You tell your dad the truth, and he cuts you off. It’s not coercion or blackmail. I’m not telling him shit either way. It’s a mutual deal. Like the money deals with your dad and your previous deals with me. You remember those, right? Birdy, Tesco, and marriage? So, whatever. I’ll go back to Amos’s tonight while you confess to your bastard of a father. Don’t care.” Oh, God. Please, Simone. I want you so fucking much.

She stares at my face, waiting for me to say more, but when I don’t, she laughs. “Come on! You’re no alpha. It’s a stretch to call you a beta.” Damn it. I’m that much of a pushover?

“When we’re sleeping in your bed tonight, you’ll beg me to fuck you.” I want to sacrifice my suffering dick to her ravenous cunt so damn much that I’m shaking.

Her eyes flare, but then she rolls them and flashes a smug smile. “No. And I’ll always have the upper hand. You could never turn down my pussy.”

I scowl as her fingers rest inside my waistband. Simone pushes her groin into mine, and I’m in serious quicksand. Shit. I need to stay focused. Not giving anything away with a straight face, I put my hands on her shoulders and spin her. Bending, I go to her ear. “Oh, yeah? I just did.”

I’m in control, not her. I decide the when, where, who, and how wide she spreads her legs, cheeks, or lips. If she wants sex from me, we do it my way.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out, I look at the screen and then at Simone with a grin. “Sorry. Gotta run. My date is here.”

But walking away, leaving her hanging, I already fucked her good tonight.

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