Page 7 of Unwrap Me

I pout, my body wiggling in frustration.

Chris’s hand darts forward, wrapping around the back of my neck and grabbing me roughly. He yanks my body forward into his as he dips his head down to speak to me. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Noelle.” His low tone, filled with promise, and the weight of his strong body flush to mine, almost pull a moan from my throat.. “We’re going to get a drink, I’m going to show you around this club, and when I’m good and ready, I’ll take you up to our room and fuck that greedy pussy silly. But not a minute before. Every time you whine and cry, that’s a strike. Every time you brat or mouth off, that’s another one. I’ll be keeping count, and for every strike you have, that’s a punishment I will very much enjoy doling out later. How many? That’s completely up to you.”

That shouldn’t turn me on.

My body shouldn’t be vibrating at hearing how he plans to punish me for all my bad behavior tonight.

And it definitely shouldn’t make mewantto be bad.

But damn, do I want to.

“Okay.” I nod, which is hard, considering his grip on my neck. “Let’s go then.”

Chris backs up, his eyes roaming over me, checking to see how desperate I must look. When he seems happy enough, he grabs my hand and leads me back out into the club.

Here goes nothing.

5

Being good.

Oomph. Well, if there’s one thing I’ve never been good at, it’s that. The second someone puts a rule in front of my face, all I can think about is breaking it. I like to think it’s because I have such a fun personality and I’m always down to bend the rules. But everyone else in my life would argue that I’m just not a good listener.

My mom always shares stories about telling me to do the opposite of what she wanted when I was growing up, so that I would actually do what she wanted. Hello, parenting mind games.

But Chris isn’t playing mind games right now.

He’s telling me exactly what he wants me to do and exactly what will happen if I don’t.

This man plans to keep a tally of my misdeeds tonight and punish me for them later.

Why is that sothrilling?

It shouldn’t be, right? I should be nervous, on edge, trying my best to behave. But it really just makes me want to misbehave more.

Chris’s hand rests on my lower back as he leads me back out into the club. Somehow, in the haze of my lust, the atmosphere seems sexier. Or maybe it’s just that more people have shown up since he dragged me into that nook to finger me silly.

My body is still thrumming with need, my clit feeling like it has its own pulse.

I need to figure out a way to break Chris’s control and get him upstairs ASAP. I’m not sure how long I’ll make it on this floor when I look around and see countless people making out or teasing one another with foreplay. One woman grinds furiously on her partner’s lap on one of the leather sofas, while at an intimate table, another couple’s hands explore each other like they aren’t fully dressed. My eyes bounce all over the place, taking in as much as possible.

Chris stops in front of the bar, pulling out a stool and gesturing for me to sit down. Spinning me so I’m facing him, he leans in, caging me against the bar. My heart flutters in my chest as he dips his head, his graying beard scratchy against my cheek. “You can have one drink, Noelle. Would you like wine or a cocktail?”

I lick my lips, trying to calm my racing pulse. Why does he affect me so damn much? Every little thing has my core throbbing and goosebumps littering my skin.Keep it together, Noelle.

“Wine,” I say.

He moves back to give me the smallest amount of space and a good angle to see the way his lips tilt up, pleased with my cooperation. “Red or white?”

“Red.”

“Good girl.”

Melting.

That is what’s happening. I’m melting into a goddamn puddle just from those two words. And maybe from the way he looks at me when he says them. A mixture of pride and this cocky ‘I’ve tamed you’ attitude.

The bartender smiles at my date, stopping in front of us. His eyes briefly flick to me, the corner of his lips stretching out further, and then back to Chris. “What can I get for you two?” he asks.

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