Page 33 of Tormented in Silence: Part One

Raven leads Presley to a spot that’s right in sight of the table. I can see every inch of her now. She’s fucking gorgeous in a dark red dress. The sleeves go to right below her elbows. The front of it is low. She most definitely isn’t wearing a bra under it as the v dips down below her perfect tits. It’s form fitting on the top and then flares out from her waist, going about three inches above her knees. I bet if she bent over just right…no. Don’t go there, Axe.She has on short black heels that make her legs look even hotter than normal. Her hair is in soft waves instead of her normal straight, with the top half pulled back with a clip showing off her perfect heart-shaped face. She has on light makeup with a bold red lipstick. I want to see if I can smear that all over.

I watch as she moves to the beat of the song, swaying her hips and grinding on Raven. She looks over at me, finding my eyes already glued to her, and my angel smirks before tossing her head back on Raven’s shoulder, lifting her arms up and swaying her body perfectly. I stifle a groan and want to slap myself for feeling jealous of Raven right now.

She keeps dancing, song after song. Her face looks so peaceful and happy. When she laughs with Raven, her head tosses back, and she looks beyond gorgeous. It’s killing me to stay sitting here, but I don’t think she is ready for me.

Raven spins her so they are face to face and I watch as Raven moves her hands down Presley’s back, going to her ass. I peel my eyes away from it long enough to see Raven grinning at me before she winks and gestures with her head to come over.

I hesitate before deciding to trust Raven’s judgment. I know she wouldn’t let me come close if Presley didn’t want it. I walk right up behind them and run my hands slowly around Presley’s hips before pulling her back against me. Raven throws Presley a flirty wink before turning around to dance with another guy that I saw her talking to when I walked in.

Presley spins in my arms and looks up at me with a shy smile, the fierce sexy confidence she held at first now dissipating. That won’t do.

I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Don’t go shy on me now, angel. Dance with me.” I nibble on her earlobe before pulling away and feeling satisfied when she flushes pink.

She moves to the music again, and we dance for a while. Not talking. Just looking at each other, keeping our bodies flush together as we move. The entire world fades away, and it’s just us. No one else exists at this moment.She’s mine.

I lean in close and press my lips to the corner of her mouth, smiling when I hear her inhale sharply. I pull back and look into her eyes. The way she reads me so easily amazes me and turns me on. She nods at my silent question, and I swoop in, not hesitating before taking her mouth with mine. I swear there are sparks coming off of us as we kiss and dance.

I’ve never done this with a woman. I don’t dance. I don’t make out like a horny teenager. I fuck, then leave.

Presley brings out a side of me I didn’t even know existed. She wraps her arms around my neck as I move my hands slowly down her body, pulling her impossibly closer to me.

I feel her start to slow down, so I pull back and grab her hand before turning and leading her through the crowd to our table. The waitress comes by, and Presley asks for water. We sit together, and I pull her close, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.

I notice Stone is gone, but it’s pretty usual for him to just disappear. The other two club brothers are off in other areas of the club, so it’s just us in the booth.

Presley leans back on me and watches the people dancing on the floor. “Are you okay?” I ask.

She tilts her head back up to look at me and smiles. “I’m good. I’m just tired. I wasn’t planning on coming out tonight.”

I mutter, “Me either.” Which she hears.

She sits up quickly and turns to face me. “He texted you, didn’t he?”

I don’t say anything, just smile and sip my beer.

“He’s going to pay for that,” she grumbles.

I laugh. “I can’t wait to see it, angel.”

She tilts her head to the side, watching me closely. “Why angel?”

“Hm, wouldn’t you like to know?”

She narrows her eyes at me, but I still don’t answer. She huffs and turns back around to watch people.

I notice her pinch her palm again where her hands rest in her lap, so I wrap my arms around her and pull her hands away from each other before intertwining my fingers with hers. She’s now sitting with her back against my chest, turned slightly to see the dance floor.

I rest my chin on her shoulder. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?”

She sighs and I give her a minute of silence as she seems to think about what to say.

“I’m just thinking about us. I came out tonight to just be with Raven and distract myself. But then you came, and it made my night so much better. It just—” She stops talking, and after a minute I know she’s not going to finish on her own.

“It’s just what, angel? Talk to me. Does it bother you that I came out here tonight?”

She releases my hands and sits up to spin and face me. “No! I… I just feel crazy, okay?” she says with a strained laugh.

I raise my brows and examine her, trying to figure out what’s going through her head.

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