Page 16 of Only Ever Yours

Fucking hell, I knew it was him.

I say nothing.

“You want him to fuck you… In this little dress you’re wearing?”

He’s fuming. Possessive.

I still say nothing.

I've driven him mad.

“You think you can tease me all night and then let some random motherfucker put his hands on you?”

His hands possessively roam my body, unapologetic; his fingers trace the curve of my waist before sliding up my ribs. He grabs my hair, tilting my head, then leans down, running his tongue up the length of my throat, lighting my insides on fire. A gasp catches in my throat, my clit throbbing in response.

“Goddamn,” he growls. “You taste like sweet salt and sin. Do you know what you do to me?” His teeth scrape my earlobe, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “You fucking destroy my control… I can’t fucking keep watching all these motherfuckers with their hands all over you, grinding their dicks all over your sweet ass.”

I wore this dress tonight on purpose, to fuck with him.

It’s a skintight black minidress that falls only a few inches beneath my ass, barely covering anything. It has a twisted neckline and a deep open back. My curves are on full display, leaving little to the imagination.

Picked to torment him.

Seems like my plan worked. Pulling him in and pushing him back… Leave him hanging. I planned on denying him when he got close. That was my game plan—make him feel the confusion he put me through.

Payback for fucking with me.

He doesn’t get to fuck around with my sister and think he can just take whatever he wants from me too.

He thinks I don’t know.

But I do.

And no matter how much I want to surrender to him, I know I shouldn’t. I can't.

Because every time he touches me, the memory of seeing her name flash across his phone creeps back in, and him… letting it happen. It fucking burns.

But not nearly as much as the fire growing inside me right now. Feeling the heat from his massive body mixed with the swirling scent of his cologne—I’m fucked.

I should never have trusted myself with him.

He grunts in my ear. “They will never know what this sweet pussy tastes like…”

His sinful words are slowly destroying all my reasoning, tearing down the walls I put up to protect myself from him.

The next song plays, and we continue dancing. He grinds his body into me, and I can feel the thickness of his hardened length through his pants.

“If you dance with anyone else tonight, I will fucking kill them… you hear me?” He pulls me in tighter. “I. Will. Fucking. Kill them.”

A shiver runs down the length of my spine. His possessiveness should terrify me—but it doesn’t. It only does things to me… things I shouldn't want.

His hands drift down my sides gripping my hips and pulling my ass deeper into him. I can feel his solid length pressing into my backside.

“You feel that? That’s the only dick you’ll be getting tonight.”

He gets off on controlling me, his cockiness on full display. My breath hitches as his hand slides lower, off the bottom edge of my dress and onto my heated skin. The heat from his body rushes through me.

I know I should push him away. I know I should stop this. I should walk right off this fucking dancefloor.

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