Page 90 of I Stop Somewhere Waiting For You

“Nonsense,” Logan responds, effortlessly shifting her weight into his grasp so he’s now the one supporting her. “We have drivers here. One of them will take her home,” he assures me with a nod.

“Thank you.” I smile at him before leaning in to give Daphne a kiss on the cheek. “Love you, babe.”

“Love you, boo. Call me tomorrow.”

“Will the other young lady be joining her?” Logan asks.

I suddenly realize I haven’t seen Maddison in a while. Glancing over toward the bar, I scan for her, though come up empty. Where the hell did she go?

My body suddenly freezes as I realize I probably know exactly where she is. For her sake, I hope I’m wrong.

“No, Logan. Daphne is the only one leaving. Thank you.” I force a smile as I turn, taking off toward the back staircase.

I ascend the two floors quicker than I ever thought possible, an intense anger burning low and slow inside me. I reach the top just as the music pumping from the speakers shifts to something low and sinister, and it fuels my desire to break her fucking face when she comes into view.

Coke in the Bathroom by SpaceMan Zack (Spotify)

Coke in the Bathroom by SpaceMan Zack (Apple Music)

That sneaky fuck. She’s standing in front of Mav as he leans against the doorway, his security standing several feet off to the side allowing them to converse. I advance toward them, taking note of the hard-set line of Mav’s jaw as he shakes his head no. He goes to back away, reaching to shut the door in her face, but she steps forward. Extending her arm to block the door, she reaches up for Mav, attempting to pull him into her.

Bitch never gets the chance.

I have her by the hair before Mav can even register what’s happening. As I rip her backward, a pathetic yelp escapes her whore mouth when I slam her into the ground and bring my fist into contact with her face. I crack her twice, blood exploding from her nose, before Mav rips me back. Lifting me up and off her, he drags me into his office, kicking the door shut once we’re inside.

“Jesus, Jones.” Mav releases me.

I stand before him, chest heaving, eyes glaring at him. Pure, unfiltered adrenaline pumps through my veins as my body vibrates within the confines of my tiny dress. The urge grows, building stronger and stronger… until finally I snap.

I reach forward, gripping the fabric of his black button-down with both hands and ripping it apart. Buttons ping around the room as they snap free, the fabric falling open to reveal my portrait on his right side. My heart stutters, my hand instinctively reaching up to graze the image where my fingertips dance across his tatted skin.

Mav’s face bares a momentary look of shock, then he dives for me, his mouth claiming mine as he scoops me up by the back of my thighs. He continues rushing forward until I feel his legs slam into something sturdy as I’m deposited onto what I realize is his desk.

Reaching behind me, he swipes at the contents atop the large mahogany structure, sending them tumbling to the floor. He lays me back, and I arch off the desk as Mav peels the top of my dress down, taking the black lace of my strapless bra with it as he exposes my breasts.

“Fuck,” he exhales, his left hand massaging my flesh while he strokes himself through his pants with his right.

Mav leans forward, sucking the hardened peak of my nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud before biting down, eliciting a hiss from within me. He licks at it once more, soothing the sharp sting.

I grip hold of his face, pulling him up to meet my own, where I lick along his jaw and up the side. Fusing my mouth to his, my tongue momentarily slips inside before biting down hard on his lip, refusing to release him until I taste blood.

A roar rips from deep within him as he grips hold of my throat and pushes me back, pinning me to the desk. His strong fingers flex around my neck, effectively securing me in place as he uses his thigh to nudge my knees apart. Mav’s free hand glides up the inside of my leg to find my warm center drenched, a desperate gasp escaping him once he realizes I’m not wearing any panties.

“Jesus. Fuck, J,” he whispers, his fingers gliding up and down my slit. “Is this all for me?”

My voice comes out strained under the pressure of his grasp. “Just because you got me dripping for you, Mav, doesn’t mean you get to fuck me. You gotta earn it.”

My eyes roll back into my head as he squeezes my throat a little tighter while simultaneously sinking two fingers inside me.

“Oh, baby.” He flashes a menacing smirk as his fingers curl upward. “Don’t worry, I’m willing to put in the fucking work.”

Mav withdraws his fingers without warning. A large gulp of air floods my lungs as he releases my neck. His hands grip my hips in haste, aggressively flipping me over onto my stomach before pulling me up onto all fours. Mav shoves the hem of my already too short dress up over my hips, placing my pussy on full display for him.

The warmth of his tongue makes contact as he presses it flat against me. Beginning at my clit, he drags it up over my entrance where he begins to feast upon me.

“Shit!” I hiss. I push back against him, desperately seeking some form of friction to accompany the long, wet laps of his tongue. “Oh my fucking God, Mav. That’s it. Don’t stop.”

“You’re a filthy little girl, aren’t you?” His breath fans against my core. “Tell me, J. Tell me you’re my bad girl.” He sinks his fingers back inside, pumping them steadily in and out.

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