Page 93 of Choke

Adrian says nothing as he pulls me away. He leads us down the hall toward the rear of this giant house to a large bar. Reaching into a fridge, he pulls out a few bottles and cans. Thank God, he hands me a can of vodka soda. I would have taken anything, but this will be easier to drink.

“Drink up, baby. This is about to get fun.”

His tone is like ice over my skin, so dark and demented. He’s made his point, hasn’t he? Grabbing my hand again, he drags me to another area, a living room filled with groups of people speaking in animated tones. They hush as we walk in, and I lift the can to my lips, draining it. Adrian takes the empty can, replacing it with an unopened one. I open it and drink most of it down, willing the alcohol to ease the edge off.

He spins a chair from the table in the center of the room, where a group of men are playing poker, and sits, motioning for me. I step toward the table and grab a chair when he huffs a dark laugh and pulls me into his lap. His lips brush my ear; his warm breath skates across my neck and cheek when he speaks, tsking.

“There won’t be any question about who you belong to when we leave here.” His hand moves across my stomach, and I fight the urge to lean back into him. If the circumstances were different, this would feel so right, but I know there’s a storm raging inside of him; between us.

“They’re all watching us,” He whispers, so only I can hear him. “Waiting to see if you’ll get on your knees for me.”

As he speaks, I feel his dick thicken under my ass.

The hand lazily running over my stomach drops lower, pressing between my crossed thighs and pushing its way up.

God, help me.

My eyes flutter when he makes contact with my clit through my panties. Pushing him off would draw more attention than were already receiving, so I sit still, working not to react to his touch. His teeth on the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder make me hiss in a breath, wincing.

Between bites, he utters, “You can try to hide it, but they’re all gonna watch you come undone for me.”

I should leave.

I should hate this.

I do hate this. Right?

This couldn’t possibly turn me on…but then why am I so wet?

My heart feels like a galloping horse as his finger flicks back and forth over me, sending sparks deep into my stomach—white-hot heat. My thighs clench around his hand, but it’s useless—he’s so strong, and he’s dragging me under. I don’t realize I’m slowly grinding into him until he lets out a low groan.

The eyes on us drive me closer to the edge. This feels so good. I allow my eyes to close, block out the audience, and register the change in Adrian before words are spoken.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Greg demands.

My eyes spring open, and he’s standing directly before us, glaring down at Adrian. My cheeks heat with embarrassment and desire. Adrian’s body is tense, but he doesn’t remove his hand or stop the movement, back and forth, back and forth. I bite back a moan.

Leaning over my shoulder slightly, he speaks directly to Greg.

“Greg, you ever heard her scream your name?”

Greg’s eyebrows shoot up, but Adrian continues.

“Ever seen her writhe under you? Felt her tighten around you? Heard the way she begs to come?”

With the final word, he pushes his finger past my panties and slips it inside of me. I know I’m wet. As brutal as this is, it feels unbelievable. I can’t look at Greg. My stomach twists tight when he pulls his hand out, lifting it toward his face.

“Have you ever tasted her sweet cunt?”

Oh my god.

I can’t see his face, but I know he pops his finger into his mouth, cleaning me off of it.

I can’t move, can’t breathe. The whole room is watching us.

Greg’s jaw flexes, and his eyes narrow on us.

“You two fucking deserve each other; you’re both fucking crazy.” He fires at us.

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