Page 50 of One Last Encore

She rocked against him again, the solid heat of his cock grinding perfectly against her clit. Beck’s body jerked violently, a raw, choked sound ripping from his chest. His next drum fill was a disaster, a beautiful, glorious collapse of rhythm and noise.

He was breaking. Unraveling because of her. Because she was grinding shamelessly on his cock while the world watched.

She caught a flash of sequins in the crowd. Petty jealousy flared, hot and sharp in her chest. Beck followed her gaze, and his voice cut through the noise, low and edged with something dark.

"Jealous?"

"No," she lied, even as she leaned in and pressed her mouth to the sharp line of his jaw, slow and claiming.Mine.

"God, you're so fucking hot when you're staking a claim," Beck groaned.

"The girl who wouldn’t even date me…" His lips brushed her throat, featherlight. "Now look at you. What the hell have I done to you?" Ruined her. Wrecked her. And she loved it.

"What you don’t realize," he whispered against her skin, "is that there’s no need." A pause, a breath that scorched her neck.

"Yeah, she was flirting. But my mind was already occupied." His lips dragged over her jaw, slow and hungry. "By you. Since the second I met you, you’re all I fucking think about."

Her breath hitched. Her heart slammed against her ribs, and then he broke. The drumsticks slipped from his hands, clattering to the stage. For a few beats, the band played on without him.

His hands seized her thighs, rough and possessive, yanking her tighter against him. His mouth barely brushed the corner of her lips before he surged to his feet in one movement.

The stool behind them toppled with a crash. She gasped, instinct taking over, her legs locking around his waist. One of his hands slid low, gripping the back of her skirt to shield her from the crowd.

The crowd erupted, half boos, half raucous cheers. Chaos swelled around them, but it felt distant, meaningless. She should be embarrassed. Should be concerned about the hundreds of eyes on them, about the fact that he had just abandoned the set mid-song, about the fact that his bandmates were probably seconds away from murder. Someone shouted his name. But Beck didn’t hear them. Or if he did, he didn’t give a damn.

All she felt was his grip firm as he led her to a quiet corner behind the stage. Pressing her against the cold brick wall, hetrapped her with his body, the force of it stealing her breath in a gasp she barely held back.

His chest heaved against hers, every breath rough and shaky like he was fighting for control and losing.

His fingers flexed on her thighs, digging in just enough to hurt, just enough to make her breath hitch in something dangerously close to a moan.

"What am I going to do with you?" he rasped, voice pure grit, lips ghosting over the hypersensitive skin of her neck.

The heat of his breath was a brand against her skin, a dangerous tease. Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, desperate for more, desperate for anything he’d give.

When his mouth found her pulse, hot and relentless, she gasped, her back arching, pressing her closer, grounding herself against the hard ridge of him straining against his jeans. He was huge. And there was no hiding how badly he wanted her.

"Do your worst," she whispered.

He dropped his hand to her throat, thumb grazing her skin with a slow pressure that made her blood turn molten, her pulse thrumming wildly beneath his touch. The cool bite of his rings against her overheated skin was making her head spin.

"You asked for this," he growled, voice so low and dangerous it sent a bolt of raw heat between her thighs.

His mouth crashed against hers, savage and unapologetic. There was no teasing now, no slow build. This was a storm breaking loose, all teeth and tongue and desperate, punishing heat. The taste of whiskey was heady, sinful. His teeth grazed her bottom lip, sending a shiver through her.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was surrender. This was damnation, and she was powerless against it.

She clutched his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer, grinding herself against him shamelessly, hungry and wild.When his tongue tangled with hers, Beck groaned a low, wrecked sound that vibrated through her bones.

His hands mapped her body like he needed to memorize every inch, rough palms sliding up her thighs, over her ass. Her body burned for him. Ached for him. The kiss shattered into ragged gasps as she tore her mouth away, desperate for air but even more desperate for him.

"Can we go back to your place?" she asked, breathless.

"Yes," he murmured, his lips hovered just above hers, his voice raw. "I'd do anything you ask me to do right now."

She grazed his lower lip with her teeth, a teasing bite. His sharp inhale was all the confirmation she needed.

"Now," she whispered.

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