Page 21 of The Book of Wrath

“I see we’re going to have to work a few marriage details out soon huh?” He chuckles and finishes off his meal. I follow suite, downing my glasses and finishing off probably the best meal of my life. Tonight is going to be a great night. I’m making sure of that.

Chapter 18

Max

We left the restaurant only an hour ago, moving our bantering party over to a new little nightclub around the corner. It was one of those bougie clubs where if you didn’t look the part, you weren’t getting in. Good thing we both dressed up for our evening. She’s been on the dance floor with a group of people we met at the club. She has this infectious vibe to her that people just gravitate to. All smiles, looking so damn sinful in that fucking dress. The urge to take her back to one of our places and rip that fucking velvet fabric off of her is fucking real.

The club was dark, lights dim with only a few dark purple lights on to give a darker feel to the room. The bar was one of those fancy modern style bars, mirrors lined the wall behind the bottles, neon purple lights at the top of the ceiling illuminating the bottles giving them an unearthly vibe. I grabbed another round of shots for her and I before making my way back to the table I commandeered for us. She needed to drink some water, so the alcohol doesn’t make her pass out.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t officer Carter off duty having some fun for once,” I knew that fucking voice. Fucking Tony. Of all the people I wouldn’t want to run into, it was definitely the self-proclaimed Italian stallion. I swear if he makes one fucking smartass remark about Megan, I’m throat chopping him.

I turn around to find not just Tony but Roark and Andy with him. Well fuck this night just got worse. “You three on the prowl or some shit? You all look like you’re part of the fucking mob,” I tease out.

“You have no room to talk, you look like you’re about to murder someone,” Roark takes a seat at the table. I want to tell them to fuck off, but that will just make them stay.

“Just a long night, that’s all,” I reply taking the other seat. I keep my eyes trained on Megan who is dancing with a brunette we met at the bar, her husband has been intently watching his wife like a predator, waiting for his time to pounce. I don’t blame him, she is pretty, but nothing compares to my beauty that she’s dancing with.

“I thought you had a date tonight, didn’t go well?” Tony asks me as if he is actually concerned about me having a good time. Him and Andy take the remaining seats and I watch Megan catch glance of the table now full, her smile drops a fraction, and I will not fucking have that.

“I’m on my fucking date now,” I growl out. “You three invited yourself to our table.”

They looked around finally noticing the purse on the table in front of me. Roark looked the most apologetic out of them, instantly moving out of the chair he assumed he could occupy. “Sorry dude, I didn’t realize,” he apologizes and steps off. Andy and Tony, however, do not move. My eyes are still locked onto Megan and fuck did I just see the fucking challenge flash into her eyes.

She pushes her hands through her hair, curls falling around her chest, as she saunters over to us. Her long legs sliding teasingly through that fucking thigh slit. I tell myself right then and there, I will be between those thighs one way or another tonight. As long as she allows me.

As she reaches the table, she smiles at me half drunk. This could go really badly. Her dress was low cut and let’s be honest, she had a nice fucking set of tits on her. One false move and she was going to pop right out of that top, and I was so ready to throw my jacket over her to cover her up from their gaze, but she was challenging someone. Me or them, I couldn’t tell.

“Well, Mr. Monroe,” she drawled out, her voice breathy from dancing. “Are you going to dance with me or am I going to have to ask one of your friends?” All three of them stare at her with interest. Roark, again, was the only one who looked at all remorseful for staring at her. Andy practically was eye fucking her, but it was Tony’s reaction that pissed me off the most. He smiles at her, a keen sort of smile that sets my blood on fire. I grit my teeth to stop from biting his fucking head off, but she just stares into my soul. She is challenging me to a dangerous game, one I will gladly play with her.

I push back from the table and stalk around it to come up beside her, sliding my hand across her lower back, right above her plump ass. Fucking hell, I want to sink my teeth right into it. “Why, Mrs. Carter, I didn’t know you wanted me to dance with you. I think I need to rectify that now.” I say, pulling her into me. The moment the realization of the titles we used sinks in, I turn her from them and gently glide her onto the dance floor.

I can’t dance for shit, but the song is relatively slower. She presses her ass up against my dick and slowly rocks her hips from side to side, my own hips following the movements of her body. Instinctively I wrap my arms around her, one around her waist, the other between her breasts to settle on her throat. I pull her closer as she rests her head back on my chest, giving me more access to her throat. Fuck it, she will either punch me or beg me to make her cum. I lower my lips to her neck and press soft kisses from beneath her ear slowly down to the soft skin just at the base of her neck. Her body presses more against me, as if begging for me to do more.

I pull my lips back just enough to look down at the amazing sight of her cleavage as a whimper escapes from her lips. I press another feather light kiss to the side of her neck before sinking my teeth into the smooth flesh there. She yelps just slightly at the sudden pain before she’s rubbing her ass against me. I bite a little harder before licking the fresh marks on her neck. I wasn’t expecting her to spin around on me, arms wrapping around my neck as she returned the fucking favor. No soft kisses, just a pure feral bite that would leave a claiming mark behind. My dick twitched in my pants, pressing painfully against the zipper to be set free.

I look over at the guys still sitting at our table, if they didn’t know she was off limits before, they better fucking know now. I reached low, cupping her ass in my hands, hauling her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, and it was on. The corners of the club were dark for a reason, there were curtained off alcoves lining the back of the club for more private parties. The guy standing outside the alcove on the far left of the room, opened the curtain for me. I removed a hand from her ass to grab a twenty from my pocket to hand to the guy. She growled in protest, but I smacked her ass as my hard returned to where it belonged.

There was no table in the small sitting area, just a long black velvet couch that wrapped the back of the room from left to right. Purple string lights lit up the area, but I didn’t care about the fucking ambience. Megans lips met mine, sending an electric shock through my system as she nipped at my lower lip, tongue sliding along my lip. She tasted like whiskey and vanilla, a beautiful taste. I laid her back on the couch, removing her presence from mine and set something off in my head.

I wanted her, I wanted to taste more than just her mouth. She whimpered as I slipped onto the couch between her thighs shoving the dress up and to the side. “You’re going to cum all over my fucking tongue,” I demand, dropping my head low. I kept my eyes focused on her, making sure she was okay with this. I kissed the black lace fabric of her panties before using my teeth to pull them to the side. She gasped slightly but didn’t stop me.

She was soaking wet; her juices being wasted on those fucking pantie. I gripped her thighs, pulling her legs up onto my shoulders. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t ask me to stop. I kissed at her folds, slowly running my tongue over her clit in small circles. She tried to arch into my face, ready to ride me if I didn’t give into her. I was tempted to let her take control, but this is my way of showing her that she is mine. I take care of what is mine. I circled her clit once more with my tongue before I realized I had no control.

She thrusts her hands through my hair, plunging my tongue right into her sweet fucking pussy. She tastes like the fucking nectar from the gods themselves. I lap up every fucking drop she’s willing to give me. Pulling her closer and closer to releasing herself all over my tongue. My hands make their way up her thighs closer to her ass, her legs wrapped firmly around my neck give me a little less wiggle room for my slow torturous pace that I was trying to set.

I slide my right hand from her ass to her pussy, I decide against waiting for her to look at me and acknowledge me and plunge two fingers straight into her pussy. My cock wasn’t joining the party tonight, that I knew. My fingers would have to join instead. Her legs began shaking as I plunged my fingers in and out of her at a vigorous pace. “Cum for me baby girl,” I growl against her clit. Her eyes slowly start to close, her legs shaking more and more, I want her to ride this wave for as long as she can. I plunge my fingers deep inside of her coaxing her closer and closer. She tightens around them, signaling she was close, and I went in for the kill. I sucked her clit between my teeth and bit hard.

She moaned so loudly, if the music wasn’t so loud everyone would have heard her. She writhed on my face, her release coating my tongue, chin and fingers. My cock pressed harder against the zipper in my pants, fuck I would have to take care of that later.

I pulled the panties off completely, looking down at the absolute mess she had made. I licked up every fucking drop, sucking on her clit before pulling away. She was panting heavily on the couch as I looked around the room for a napkin or something to clean her up with. She laid there in a daze with the brightest fucking smile on her face.

“That bad huh?” I tease her. Bad fucking idea because the next this I knew; she had pushed me on my back and climbed on my face. “Tap my ass three times if you can’t breathe,” she commanded and damn if that didn’t make me fucking harder. I held her dress to the side as she fucking rode my tongue into another wave of release. Like hell I was going to tap out like a little bitch. She won’t kill me; she’s enjoying this too much.

My hands slap hard against her ass, making her scream out as another release comes rushing out of her. She finally slid off my face, panting heavily. “That’s… not… fair,” she pants, slightly glaring at me.

“What is? Making you cum so many times you forget to let me breathe?” I tease her. I went to sit up, but her eyes lock on the massive bulge in my pants. Fuck. She licks her lips, slowly reaching for my cock. Her hands glide up my legs, stopping just centimeters from the tip. Her smile is like a delicious poison I could get addicted to. She traced the outline of my cock through my pants, watching my every reaction. She got on her knees, and I knew I would have to stop her. Tonight was all about pleasuring her. Nothing for me. She kissed the tip through the pants and sat up on her heels.

“I’ll save that for next time,” her smile was so innocent and wicked at the same time. I might have just met my fucking match. Let someone touch her now, she’s mine and I am hers.

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