Page 35 of Defy

Luis’ drug dealer. I recognize him from the photos Diego secured for me.

As expected, the guy declines when I offer to take the powder to my brother which, unfortunately, earns him a broken neck, but hey, I tried to play nicely. Once I’ve placed him out back in the alley, up against the dumpster, with powder around his nostrils and under his nails, my primal instincts kick in rapidly and I secure the drugs in my pocket.

I need those drugs.

Back at the table, I line up two hits. One for Luis and one for the new girl that has joined the table and then turn to Camila and Irina and ask if they want to dance. I don’t want Irina tempted more than necessary but I see her eyeing the powder already.

“Come on, Irina. I need you here with me,” I tell her, pulling her to my side. She comes without argument and clutches my hand.

Out on the dance floor, I relax for the first time tonight. I’ve missed this part of my culture. Arubans dance to some degree but Caucasian-dominated countries don’t have it ingrained in their culture quite like others. The Africans do it best, the Native Americans, the Hispanics…we know all know what to do with a beat. I’m reminded of the time I followed Libby and Johanna to that club in Aruba. I burned with fury when I saw that guy touch Libby on the dance floor and once her hips settled in my crotch, I knew I was a lost cause.

Camila is aggressive on the dance floor which brings me back to the moment quickly. There is no doubt that she’s trying to punish me for the stunt I pulled with Rosalita. I wish I could tell her that I’m not trying to hurt her but that would be weak so I keep my mouth closed and let her dance away her anger.

Soon after, Camila turns to dance with Irina while I play bodyguard around them as they draw alotof attention. Their relationship is interesting, somehow closer than sisters but less than friends. Irina is from money and in a higher social class than Camila, but she always takes the backseat to Camila’s ball-busting personality. Without Camila, Irina would fade into the shadows. Camila loves the feeling of power she has over Irina and uses it to fuel her need to have more out of life. I think each of them secretly wishes they had what the other one does which is how they became so close. Today, I’m pretty sure they’d do anything for each other even if they don’t really like each other all that much.

After a few songs, Irina finds another dance partner but stays close to Camila and I. Camila seems glad to be back in my arms as she throws her head back, pushing her chest into me and grips my ass, pulling me closer. “Yes, Dominic,”escaping her mouth as she dry humps my thigh which is now between her legs

South American dances are a lot like sex with intertwined limbs, rolling hips, and the give and take of control. Camila and I’s bodies are familiar with each other both on the dance floor and in bed. We’re both sweating and panting when she whispers in my ear, “I want to get out of here.”

The incident with Rosalita both forgiven and forgotten, I know I need to grant Camila’s request in order to get the help I need.

Grabbing her and Irina’s hands, we head back toward the table so I can say goodbye to Luis who’s got two more girls plastered to his sides like a second skin. As I approach with Camila in tow, one of the additions-to-our-table drags her eyes down my body and sits up, away from Luis.

I don’t know who she is but she’s bold. “Will you be joining us?” she purrs, clearly hoping the answer is yes, despite the fact that Camila and Irina are both standing right next to me. Hell, she probably wants to play with them too. I’ve forgotten so much about my old world, my old life.

Luis laughs bitterly. “Damn, Dominic, you gotta have all the attention, don’t you?”

I need him to put his hackles down. Things are going so well. The glassy look in his eyes tells me my plan is working. Trying to deflate the situation, I pull Camila to me tightly.

“Not me, brother. They’re all yours. I’ve got my hands full tonight and Irina has somewhere she needs to be. In fact, we’re all heading out.” I pause to let the next part sink in for everyone present. “It’s time to get reacquainted.” I flash Camila a wink and I swear I hear her pussy groan.

Time to go.

Luis laughs but his eyes betray his anger as they flit back and forth between Camila and I. “Come on, Dominic. Stay a while longer. It’s still early.”

“I think Camila would argue I’m pretty late, actually.” Meaning she would’ve fucked me seven days ago when I got here.

Luis’ eyelids are starting to droop but he doesn’t give up. “One more drink,” he pleads and I’m starting to get the feeling he’s up to something.

“Luis, let it go. We’re out of here,” Camila says as she starts to tug on my hand, causing Luis’ eyes to snap open.

“You just want to leave so you can open your fucking legs for him,” he bites at her causing me to bristle.

“Why do you care what Camila and I do?” I ask, bringing the toe of my shoes to meet his, daring him to finally admit that he has feelings for Camila.

“He doesn’t. Let’s go, Dom. I’m over this,” Camila says trying to pull my attention away from Luis.

Luis sneers. “She’s right,Dom.I don’t. Have a good night.”

I hold on to Camila as we make our way through the throng of people and head for the valet who, like Rosalita, is eager to please. I ask him to get the Porsche for Irina. “Drive straight home, Irina. We’re going to get through this.” She knows I meanmyhouse, not hers. I’ve set her up in the vacant room next to me. No one pays much attention to what goes on on the fifth floor and between me and Diego, she always has someone near her that she trusts.

Once Camila and I are tucked safely inside the Mercedes, she has my zipper down and her mouth around me in a matter of seconds, practically climbing over the center console.

“Christ,” I hiss as my hips arch involuntarily up into her welcoming mouth while I clutch the steering wheel in a vice grip. Even if I had wanted to change my plan, there wasn’t any time. Once her lips make contact, I know I’m not going to push her away.

Camila sucks my cock with a vengeance and I chuckle darkly when I realize what’s happening. She’s trying to show me that whatever Rosalita did, she can do better.

It takes significant concentration to drive away from the club and down the road. My eyes keep straying to the action in my lap.

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