Page 32 of Crave Me

“I don’t,” she says, surprisingly convincing, but I know better.

“Such a little liar. What did I tell you about what happens to brats?”

She swallows and I track the movement, mesmerized by how her throat bobs. It reminds me how it felt to have her swallow my cock down and I’d give a whole hell of a lot to feel that again.

“Are you telling me that your pussy isn’t wet right now?” I grab both of her wrists in my hand and hold them above her head, putting my free one around her neck. She lifts her chin and glares at me, making my cock throb behind my jeans. “You’re not thinking about how good it felt to have my tongue inside you? How your legs trembled when I made you come? If you don’t want me, princess, then say it, otherwise I’m going off everything else, and your body is screaming that it’s mine.”

I move my hand from her throat and drag it over her chest, between her breasts, and downward until I’m sliding under her dress, my fingers grabbing onto the thin strap of her panties and pulling hard, ripping them from her body. I bring them to my nose, inhaling her sweet, musky scent, and her mouth dropsopen as she watches me in a lust-filled haze. Her wet panties get stuffed into my pocket before my hand returns between her legs, cupping her bare pussy roughly. She mewls and it’s the sexiest fucking sound. She’s so slick already, and I fucking love how responsive she is to me. I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, and her hips immediately respond.

“I want to watch you come, it’s so fucking pretty when you do.”

“Dallas—”

I press harder as I capture her mouth with my own, opening and finding her tongue. She responds by meeting me halfway, moaning into my mouth.

“Goddamnit, Blaire. Why do you have to feel so good?”

I continue to hold her in place, devouring her mouth while I rub over her pussy with my hand, her juices soaking me. Her hips gyrate just as the handle clicks against the lock of the door, followed by a knock.

Blaire pushes me off her, straightening and combing her fingers through her hair.

“I’m so sorry! I’ll be right out, spilled my drink and needed to dry my dress! Give me five, please!”

“No prob,” comes a voice from the other side of the door. I look at Blaire and take a step back in her direction.

“Five minutes is plenty?—”

“Nope. I said this can’t happen again. You’re the worst, Dallas! I’ll check that the coast is clear.”

Instead of lunging for her like I want to, I bring my hand to my mouth, licking it clean like an animal, feral for her taste. Her eyes are heavily lidded, her breaths coming out in pants. She’s such a dirty little liar. Taking one step in her direction, she puts up her hands to stop me.

“Stop. You need to go.”

Before I can argue, she unlocks and opens the door, peeping outside and checking that we won’t be caught before opening it completely and shoving me through it. She doesn’t immediately follow, and the disappointment that consumes me is unwarranted and unwanted.

But I can’t fight how badly I want her. At least my hand will smell like her the rest of the night.

Chapter Twelve

Blaire

Kinsey’s birthday was one she should remember . . . or maybe not considering the amount of liquor she consumed. Everyone showed up for her, and even though she’s Dallas’ sister, I love being able to celebrate her because she’s the sweetest. I tried not to let Dallas cornering me in the bathroom again get to me by drowning myself in shots. I don’t drink often, so it didn’t take much before I was feeling the effects plus some, and now I am swaying on my feet. Reid left a few hours ago, claiming he had something important to get to, and then over the last hour the crowd started to dwindle.

“Hey, we’re heading out, the storm is picking up quickly outside and I don’t want to get stuck in it,” Sawyer tells the group, which consists of his brothers, Kinsey, and Ivy. I lay my head down on the cold bar top, the coolness feeling so good against my flushed cheek.

“I’ll bring this she-devil home in a bit, she’s clearly had more than she should,” Dallas tells Sawyer as he walks away with his arm slung over Ivy’s shoulders. The rest of his family follows, leaving me alone in Dallas’ domineering presence.

I pop up from my position on the bar, sitting up on my barstool, trying my best to keep from swaying off of it, andmaking a quick decision to choose violence, ’cause I’ve had enough of the audacity of this infuriating man, even if he is hot as hell and knows exactly how to fuck me.

“The hell you will, Dallas, you arrogant dickhead! I’m not going anywhere with you!” I yell at him.

“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do, Blaire, now let’s go.”

“No way. Fuck you!”

“Watch your mouth, princess,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Or what?”

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