Page 16 of Bolted

Nate’s jaw clenches, and I smirk.

Thankfully, Sasha is so dense she doesn’t even realize it, and grabs Nate‘s arm, dragging him back to the table. I know he’s watching me so I turn my body like I’m going to go the opposite direction of the bathroom and once he looks away, I quickly make towards the bathroom door.

The door closes behind me, and I click the lock in place. Startled, Riley flips around from leaning over the sink, and I can see her eyes are red-rimmed. That motherfucker made her cry. Anger courses through my body as I stalk towards her. I reach out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, and she flinches back suddenly.

What the fuck? I know I’m an intimidating man, but I’ve never had a woman flinch away from me like that before. I’m searching her face for answers, confused as all shit, when it dawns on me. Has that motherfucker been physical with her? I will kill him.

Grabbing her chin, I tilt her face up to me. “You’ve been crying, Riley.” It’s not a question, just an observation.

“N-no sir,” she stutters.

“Don’t lie to me,” I growl, and her eyes lower.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you little mouse.”

Her eyes flick back up to mine.

“I don’t know what’s going on Riley,” I respond, “but whatever it is, I don’t like it. If I see your husband grab you again the way he did earlier I will break every one of his fingers.”

Suddenly both of Riley‘s palms slam on my chest in an attempt to push me away.

“You will do no such thing, sir. That is my husband out there and what happens between us is none of your concern.” She glares at me.

There’s the feisty little mouse I’ve been waiting for. That slight attitude coupled with her calling me ‘Sir,’ and my dick jumps to life. I can’t help myself, I lean into her further, causing her back to arch against the sink and her eyes immediately widen.

I know she can feel my hard length pressed up against her and the fact that she hasn’t tried to push me away again is just egging me on. Leaning in further, my lips just barely graze her ear, I can feel her body shiver against mine.

“One day, Miss Green,” I whisper, “You’re going to give me those tears. You’re going to let me wipe them away while you’re on your knees like a good girl taking my cock to the back of your throat.”

Her mouth gapes open and I continue before she can respond. “I’m going to devour you little mouse. I’m going to eat you up like my favorite five-course meal. Just when you think you’ve had enough and you’re begging for me to stop, I'm going to slip inside of you and stretch you in ways you won’t forget. You will feel me for weeks when I’m finished with you.”

I press my dick against her and drop my voice lower. “Then will you understand what it’s like to be with a true monster, one who should only be feared by anyone brave enough to touch what is mine.”

I bite the edge of her ear and she gasps but I’m off her and out the door before she can respond.

I have to force myself to keep walking back to the table when all I want to do is walk back into that bathroom and bend Riley over that counter. I want to watch her face in the mirror when I enter her from behind. Watch her hands palm the mirror while I thrust inside her and see the flush in her face when she comes undone all over my dick. I want to see her walk out of that bathroom squirming because she knows my cum is dripping from her pussy.

I sit down, adjusting myself, and Xavier raises his eyebrows at me in question.

“All good?” he asks.

Observant asshole. I’m fairly positive he saw the exchange by the bathroom and I’m sure he knows I went in after Riley.

I look over and see Nate is looking visibly sick. Sasha is pouting next to him like someone stole her cat…or Gucci purse.

“All is excellent, Xavier," I respond with a grin and he chuckles while handing me a glass of whiskey.

“A toast, Sebastian,” he says and I eye him questioningly.

“A toast” he repeats “To whoever has given you a reason to grace me with that grin of yours I so rarely get to see!”

Just as our glasses clink, Nate leans over and retches all over Sasha’s lap. Sasha shrieks and jumps up from the table, spilling her red wine in the process.

Jonathan laughs while yelling, “Clean up, aisle three!”

Jamison isn’t amused by his brother's antics and immediately vacates the table heading in what looks to be Kaz’s direction.

Snapping my fingers, I beckon for a waiter to come over to the table. “Any chance you can call for one of the drivers we reserved for tonight‘s event to take this man home? I’m pretty sure he’s done for the night.”

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