Page 19 of Believe In Us

“Mhm,” I moan in response, allowing myself to fully give into the sensation of his lips which find the most sensitive spot of my neck, the dip right above my collarbone, and trailing around to mynape. His thick erection pushes deeper into me and has me practically panting in desperate arousal. “Yes,” I cry out softly, as his hands find the heated skin of my inner thigh, his right knuckles grazing me through my soaked thong. I can feel my wetness as it pushes against me, and practically come in the middle of the dance floor from the crass touches of a drunken stranger.

What the fuck am I doing?

I don’t get the chance to react to my own question, I don’t even get the chance to pull away before my lustful daydream bursts. “Such a naughty little slut aren’t you Little Wolf,” he growls out, deep and tantalizing making my skin curl in response.

Well fuck me.

It takes me all of five seconds, would have been two but I’m fucking wasted, before I turn and come face to face with my groper, and fuck me what a face. I should have stayed facing away from him, because everything I thought I was going to yell at him for doing what he just did to me in the middle of a crowded nightclub, is gone. Pooft. Like I was never able to form a coherent thought or sentence. Deep gray eyes watch me with a prowess I’ve never seen before—lust mixed with rage. It’s fucking invigorating.

“Sebastian,” I whimper, like a fucking needy slut. God I hate that word. I mean don’t get me wrong I use it from time to time combined with the word whore, but mainly to insult girls like Kinsley Carlyle who forcefully try everything in their power to seduce a man that wants nothing to do with them—men that belong to another—but not because they’re just trying to get laid. I mean why should men be the only ones who get to have all the fun, finding random fucks everywhere they go. Why can’t we, modern day woman, fuck for fun.

“I’m no slut,” I add, my voice low and breathy sounding exactly like what I’m telling him I’m not.

He huffs, turning away from me for just a moment before speaking. “You’re grinding that sexy little ass, rubbing against a fucking stranger,” his hands move low to grip my ass. “Letting himput his hands on that delectable little cunt, which might I add belongs to me.” He pushes in closer to me, his erection gliding perfectly in between my legs. “In the middle of a crowded dance floor drunk out of your mind. Yet you want me to believe you’re no slut,” he sneers, his glare turning dark and mischievous.

I’m pissed, hell I’m fucking fuming, I swear if I were to look in the mirror I’d find smoke coming out of my nostrils, and fire out of my eyes at his crass words and groping. Even if it feels so fucking good to have his hands all over me, my thong soaking wet, and my nipples hard and visible in my top. He doesn’t get to come here, put his hands all over me, and call me a fucking slut, when he’s just as bad, actually way worse than me.

“Fuck you asshole,” I shout, my hands flat against his chest pushing him off of me. He takes a step back caught off guard by my actions as a wicked smirk appears making him look devilishly sexy. His dark hair is slightly outgrown and free of product making the soft waves fall over his brows. Yup, I’m hella aroused again and he knows it, but I can’t give in tonight, for my sanity alone I need to stand my ground. He doesn’t get to insult me and then fuck me. “If anyone here is a slut it’s you,” I shout, stepping into him.

Big. Fucking. Mistake.

His lips find mine assaulting me in a forceful yet exhilarating kiss, our tongues sloppily tangling together as his hands find my hair and tug my head back to allow his mouth better access. He takes my bottom lip in between his, sucking it and roughly biting down before releasing me.

“Fuck,” I cry out. Son of a bitch it hurts.

His eyes fill with need and a desperate yearning echoes in his voice as he pulls away. “I’ve never denied it, baby.”

His thumb finds my lips rubbing over the area he bit, a small drop of blood coating his fingertip as he brings it to his mouth to suck.

“You’re such a fucking dick,” I scoff turning away from him,but not making it anywhere before he reaches out, grabs me by my fucking neck pulling me back into him. My thighs clench together and I feel my pussy start to pulsate in need.What the fuck is wrong with me?This should be pissing me the fuck off not turning me on.

Sharp teeth find my chin, a wet tongue trailing its way up, over my mouth and my cheek, licking clean the sweat that’s been dripping profusely. “A dick you love to wrap your pretty little mouth around. A dick you like harshly thrusted in and out of you as you desperately moan and cry out my name. A dick you want in every fucking way.”

I purr, literally purr like a fucking needy cat, my insides set aflame by his words. I should be disgusted, abhorred, but instead I’m contemplating dropping to my knees before him, yanking his dick out of his pants, and making him come with mypretty little mouth. But I don’t. I find some hidden courage, maybe brought forth by the alcohol coursing through my veins and slap him, flat palmed right across his gorgeously smug face. I catch him off guard, it’s the only reason my hand makes any contact with his cheek and isn’t gripped tightly in his hold. He’s stunned, his eyes turn black, enraged with fury, jaw clenched and hands fisted at his sides. It’s absolutely terrifying and for once I heed to the warning of imminent danger. So I do what I do best, I run.

I rush over toward the restrooms at the far right of the club, behind the bar, and under the second-floor staircase, pushing through the crowds of people practically fucking in the middle of the dance floor. Looks like I’m not the only horny bitch here. My vision is blurry, a deafening ringing in my ear and my mouth exceedingly dry. I don’t turn to see if he’s following me. I’m too terrified to find out. I just keep running pushing through hard, clammy bodies until I’m out of sight. Out of breath, I reach a dark hallway, my hand moving to push the ladies room door open when another hand comes around my waist hauling me up into the air and slamming my back against the concrete wall.

“Fuck,” I cry out, closing my eyes and cringing at the pain pulsating on my back.

“Word around town is you like it rough darling.” I freeze, my heart dropping to my feet, my blood running ice cold, as a thick cloud of dread consumes me. That voice, that crass, hair raising voice I’d recognize anywhere. “Is that why your man is such a fucking asshole packing a hell of a punch. You a fighter darling?” he asks, my eyes still closed refusing to look up at him.

“Let go of me,” I pant, my voice low and dripping with fear. “Please let go.” I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want to shout out for Sebastian and beg him to come and save me even though I was just running from him, because this monster before me is more terrifying than he could ever be. But no words come out of my mouth. I’m in shock, speechless, and unable to move.Where the fuck is he?

“Your boy isn’t coming for you, he was, how can I put it, intercepted.” My eyes go wide at his admission, fear reveling in my gut at the thought of something happening to Sebastian because of this asshole and his goon. “Don’t worry darling, we’ll keep that pretty little face of his intact.”

“Boss wants her in one piece Skeet,” says another familiar voice appearing from the shadows. Speaking of his goon.

“Yeah that’s the only thing saving you darling, Boss Man doesn’t like it when I play with his toys, at least not until he’s had his turn.” I begin to kick and push against him but it’s no use. Once again I’m too far gone, the alcohol not only clouding my mind but weakening me, making me vulnerable to another attack.

“Let go you fucking asshole,” I scream but his hand quickly comes up to muffle my mouth. I contemplate biting his hand again but choose against it, I’m already in an extremely dangerous situation no need to further piss Psycho Skeet off.

“Don’t worry darling, you’re safe for now. Boss Man wants to have a little meet and greet with Sebastian Silver’s special lady.” Skeet’s eyes wander over me, his gaze filled with lust as he takes inmy outfit. “Mhmmmm,” he mumbles as he sets me down. “What a shame.”

“You’re going to follow us, quietly and obediently, or you’re pretty boy is going to get a nice little beating.”

Panic consumes me at the mere thought of my man coming to harm. Yes he’s mine, it’s about time I accepted it. “Don’t fucking touch him,” I growl, sounding like the fierce Little Wolf he knows and loves.

The two henchmen lead me up the staircase to the VIP area we were in when Ace had his party here about a month ago. This time however the space is much less crowded, darker, and covered in a thick fog of cigar smoke. I can barely make out the sights before me, but the moment Skeet and his comrade step out of my way I know exactly who I am here to see.

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