Page 65 of Riot

“Nice to meet you, Melissa.” I smirk as she finally runs her eyes down me.

“Same.” Her expression darkens before she perks up. “We are twin flames. We hit it off so well, and I know we are going to be great together. So what do you think, Kage? We could go on another date or back to my hotel.”

Oh, this bitch.

He ignores her completely, but I push him away, and he leans against the wall, dragging his tongue over his lips as he stares at my ass.

“Kage?” she says, unsure.

“Kage,” I demand, drawing his gaze from my ass. “Melissa wants to take you back to her hotel to fuck.”

He starts to laugh before sobering at my expression. “Wait, seriously? Are you crazy? I just sang about being in love with this woman. Are you dumb?”

She swallows hard, looking between us.

“Sorry, Melinda—that was your name, right? Anyway, I guess the twin flame thing didn’t work.” I sigh dramatically. “So sad.” I turn away, snapping my fingers at him. “Kage, let’s go.”

He pushes off the wall to follow, but I should have known better. She doesn’t want to lose, and she wants him. I don’t blame her because he’s incredible, but he’s mine.

“Are you serious? He’s a fucking rock star, a god, a legend,” she hisses.

I turn to face her once more, arching my eyebrow. “And?” I challenge.

Her face flushes in anger, her long nails ripping at the leather of her bag when she doesn’t get the reaction she wants. “And you’re making him follow you around like a puppy. You can’t treat him like that. I think you forget who he is?—”

“Moira, was it?” I interrupt, loving the way her face gets darker. “I didn’t forget who he is, especially when he was on his knees all morning with his rock star, god, legendary superstar mouth on my pussy.” Stepping closer, I tilt my head. “How I treat him is none of your business. He is none of your business.” I glance back at Kage to see his hungry eyes locked on me. The bastard likes it when I’m angry and jealous, and I hate that it’s working. “Isn’t that right, puppy?” I grab his chin, pulling him closer, and his eyes dilate. “You’re mine, little puppy, aren’t you? Bark for me.”

He barks then grins after.

“Good boy.” I kiss him before I turn back to her. “Since you didn’t ask my name, I’ll tell you. It’s Fallon, international superstar, hall of fame goddess, and ice queen. If you ever speak to me like that again or come anywhere near him or our relationship, I’ll show you what I’m capable of. Now, Mirriam, run along home before I get tired of you.”

Taking his hand, I lead him away, my heels stomping angrily as he says, “Relationship, huh?”

“Don’t push your luck,” I hiss.

THIRTY-TWO

Maybe she’s feeling the need to claim me and prove to everyone I’m hers because Fallon grabs me in the car as soon as the door shuts. I’m more than happy to oblige. Tonight, my girl didn’t run, not even from my live confession, and when that rando tried to move in on her territory? Fuck, it was so hot watching her lay her claim.

“That’s it, sweetheart, show them I’m yours,” I murmur, letting her rip off my shirt as I lie back. “I always have been and always will be, now they know it.”

I help her pull my pants down, and my eyes widen as she lifts her dress and straddles me. She grabs the headrest to her right as we start to move. Her icy eyes hold me captive as she leans down and bites my nipple. The pain makes me gasp, even as I arch up into her. Her teeth dig in harder, and I grip her hips, rubbing her against my length, her panties the only thing between us.

The pain grows in my chest until she pulls back, both of us looking down at the perfect teeth imprint surrounding my nipple, which is bleeding slightly. “Fuck, sweetheart, that’s so hot. Do that everywhere.”

I expect her to ignore me, but she slides her lips down my chest, making me shudder below her, and then her teeth dig into my abs, and I hiss. My eyes roll back as I push my body deeper into her mouth, wanting her marks all over me.

Fuck, let them scar. I’d love it.

Lifting her head, she blows over the stinging bite as she meets my gaze. “You’re mine, but maybe I need to remind you.” Reaching down, she moves her panties to the side, and with an angry twist of her lips, she slams down onto my length.

I can’t help but yell. She’s so fucking tight and nowhere near wet enough to take me. With a determined glint in her eyes, she forces herself onto me, taking all of my length until we are both shaking, our bodies locked together.

She feels like fucking heaven, and then she starts to move, rolling her hips as she rides me, setting a hard, fast rhythm. I slide my hand up her thigh and over her pussy, rubbing my thumb against her clit. Her eyes blow with desire and her lips part.

“That’s it, sweetheart, ride me, use me,” I plead, rubbing her clit until she’s nice and slick and taking me easier. One of her hands slides down my chest, while the other holds onto the headrest as she rides me.

It’s such a fucking sight, I want to take a picture and remember this forever—the possessive glint in her eyes, my blood on her teeth, and her perfect dress pulled up as she fucks me. There is nothing like seeing my ice queen melt.

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