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Alina comes alive after she gets the hang of what she’s doing. She loves working my fucking dick and she even asks me if she can get on top after a few minutes. Her eyes are wide at first as she feels me so fully inside of her when we switch positions. But after a few pointers, she’s fucking off and riding me like a champ, her pretty, little titties jiggling so fucking gorgeously in my face. She squeaks when I take them into my mouth. Then, laying my back down, I buck my dick up into her with greater force. I hit something good as she involuntarily moans. I’m loving every fucking minute of this.

Ofher.

I’ve never had sex with a girl and felt love like this. I’ve never felt this way about a girl at all. It was so easy for me to separate my feelings from my urges and my survival instincts. But not with Alina. She’s like air as I pump myself into her cunt, helping me to rediscover why breathing is so vital. Her moans and noises are music to my ears, her expressions so gorgeous as they morph themselves over her features. I’m so fucking in love with her. I’m a fucking goner and I don’t even care. She can have all of me.

I feed her my dick as she feeds me all of the love I’ve ever sought out or secretly longed for.

She fucks me open in a way I’ve never allowed myself to expose to anyone. And when I can’t take it anymore, I pull my cock from her and come all over her stomach, filling her bellybutton, squirting her tits, hitting her chin. She screams before she giggles, looking down at herself.

She wears me so effortlessly, it hurts, and when she smiles at me afterwards, I’mfucked.

I’m hers.

All hers.

It’s over for me.

Chapter Twenty-Four - Now

Alina:

The Bengal is pretty grungy on a normal day, but after spending the last day with Bash, I’m actually offended just walking in. The stains on the carpet are the first things that meet my eyes, as the club lights swirl over the tiger stripes beneath my shoes. I wrinkle my nose, noticing I’m near puke that looks particularly chunky with a somewhat pinkish hue. No one volunteers to clean up barf, so it usually sits for a while until Luke finds it and demands someone close by to take care of it.

Gross.

I walk away, making sure to stick to the edges of the interior walls, trying not to draw too much attention to myself.

No one is manning the front, which isn’t too big of a deal during the lunch shift. I walk towards the bar and hide in the shadows to see who’s working. My friend Gloria Gomez is slinging drinks, her midriff exposed and her boobs hanging out of her tight, black top. Her eyes are rimmed with heavy liner and black mascara. Her dark hair is parted down the middle and falls to her elbows in styled waves. She was brought in before me, but she’s never told me why. I’ve never pushed it. We all have our closets and skeletons and shit. She’s always been nice to me, so we’ve grown friendly over the years. She notices me at the end of the bar and finishes with her customers before approaching me.

“Where the fuck have you been, then?” she asks me, as she grabs two shot glasses and pours a drink for each of us.

“What have you heard?” I reply with a smirk, and she shakes her head, shooting her shot back without waiting for me.

“That you’ve been running around with some wannabe rockstar who’s kicking in your clients’ balls,” she says casually, and I can’t help but smile as I picture Bash and what he did to Albert.

“The only thing that’s wrong in that sentence is the wannabe part. He’s already famous, Gloria,” I say flipping my purple hair behind my shoulder and finally taking my shot.

I grimace and she shakes her head in judgement at me.

“You never could handle your whiskey,güera,” she says as she looks at me seriously. “He’s here, Alina.” My eyes widen as she nods her head yes. “I’m assuming you came with your new man?”

“He’s outside, around the back, down the street,” I whisper as she slams her palm on the bar in front of me.

“Wake up!! You’re gonna get him killed,” she warns. My hands begin to shake. This is what I had been trying to tell Sebastian all along. He’s refused to listen. But being back in the Bengal and hearing it from Gloria’s mouth is a reality check from hell. It’s hard not to forget his confidence and revert back to my old fears.

“I’ve got a plan,” I insist, but she sucks on her teeth before pouring me another shot, not believing a single word.

“You’re gonna need this. He’s coming this way.”

I curse out loud and pound the shot, turning my head to see Luke sauntering over to me, a couple of dancers looking very unaware of where they are locked on his arms.

“Alina!!!Kitten!You’re here!” His arms open wide as he approaches me, the dancers stumbling as he stops suddenly, his forearms smacking them ungracefully in their lower stomachs. I stiffen and side-eye Gloria. She pours me one last shot and walks away, slashing her finger across her neck.

She’s right.

I’m dead.

I’m dead.

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