Page 27 of Pink Poison

“Please,” I hiss, raising my hips for him to see how desperate I am to be touched.

He groans, or rather,growlswhile he squeezes his noticeable bulge through his dark wash jeans. “Bathroom. Now.”

Sliding out from the booth, I fix the front of my dress that was raised during Max’s stupidly hotgame. I toss my hair over my shoulder and raisemy chin, assuming my inner bad bitch as I strut to the back of the bar where the bright restroom sign reads.

Silently, I debate which bathroom to enter before deciding to rush into the woman’s.If Stone wants to play, he can come and get me.

A squeal of surprise escapes my lips as the door slams behind me. “I don’t chase pussy, doll.”

Another jolt of shock takes me by surprise when the sound of a lock being turned rings out in the hopefully empty bathroom. Shaking off my nerves, I paste a flirty smirk on my mouth and sashay my ass with each step I take towards an empty stall. “Are you sure, Butcher?”

His footsteps shuffle behind me, telling me exactly what I want to know. “Not at all.” He sighs.

“I thought so,” I snark.

With a quick spin on my heels, I turn and face the man in preparation for his gravelly demands for me to behave. Instead, my smile falls as I fully take him in. Sweat beads over the shaved side of his head, highlighting the scars etched into his tanned skin. His chest heaves, almost like he ran a whole ass marathon to follow me into this bathroom.

It’s an unnerving sight.He’sunnerving.

His dark eyes meet mine, showing every bit of desire that he’s holding back. “Why am I chasing you?” he rasps.

The desperation in his voice softens my heart momentarily. This man has never wanted to chase after someone, even just for a night of fun. “Because my pussy tastedthatgood?” I tease.

As if my banter was all he needed to give in, he growls, “You’re damn right it does.” One step. Two steps. Three steps is all it takes for him to reach me—for his broad,godlychest to brush against my breasts. “Everything about you is intoxicating.”

His words bring a flush to my cheeks that I haven’t felt in years. I told myself I wouldn’t let a man stand in my way again; flattery only matteredwhen money was concerned. But, from his mouth, I can’t help but be swept away in the moment. Stone’s appraisal feels more than surface level; it’s not about my assets. No. It’s all aboutme.

“I-Intoxicating?” I breathe.

“One taste of you left me with poison in my veins,” he rasps. Wrapping his thick hand around my hip, he digs his fingers in punishingly. It hurts, but only in a way that I know I’ll crave when I see the bruises tomorrow. “And I don’t want the antidote.”

Stumbling back, the stall door creaks open, giving him the upper hand. He pulls me back into his chest and dips his head low. Every thought I had tonight dissipates from my mind the moment his mouth clashes with mine. My tongue prods against his soft lips, begging for entrance. A low groan vibrates through his chest, stimulating my sensitive breasts before he parts his mouth for me. I flick my tongue against his, teasing the midline piercing that pleased me the other night until he fights back for dominance. Sliding my hand to the front of his jeans, I massage his thick length through the material.

He groans against my lips before tearing himself away. His warm hand engulfs mine, forcing me to press into his length harder. “Fuck, doll. Do you feel what you’re doing to me?”

I grab his free hand and drag it between my legs. “Do you feel what you’re doing to me?” I parrot back, softly grinding against him.

His fingers hook the cloth to the side just like he did at Mo’s. Slowly, he slides his fingers between my slit, coating my swollen clit repeatedly until my legs shake uncontrollably.I’m so damn close.

“Is all this for me, pretty doll?” he asks. I moan as his finger breaches me, coaxing out a small gush of arousal. “Fuck, that was hot. I need to be in this pretty pussy.” Pulling out, he sucks his fingers clean before making his demands. “Turn around and put your hands on the toilet seat.”

Frowning, I scrunch my nose at his suggestion.The toilet seat? Ew.“Anywhere but the toilet,” I counter.

He smirks, visibly amused by my disdain. “Do what I say, brat.”

“But that’s—” I shudder, thinking about how many asses have touched the seat tonight alone. “Gross.”

A sharp smack echoes in the bathroom, followed by a familiar sting steals a pained moan from my lips. The sting quickly morphs into a subtle burn that makes me want more.

“Hands. On. The. Toilet.” He spins me around, forcing me to bend over the porcelain bowl. The sound of his zipper falling ignites something in me, replacing any refusal I had planned with our positioning. “Good girl. Now, spread those sexy legs for me.”

Following his command, I spread my legs wider. The movement forces the back of my dress to lift, revealing my uncovered ass. Hot, calloused hands rub over the flesh before rising towards the straps of my thong. The material rolls down my skin softly, encouraging a wave of goosebumps to rise.

“Stone,” I whine, needing more.

“Shawn.” He teases my slick folds with the warmth of his wide tip. “I want you to screammyname when I’m fucking you.” My weight falls forward over the toilet as he drives forward, pushing every deliciously painful inch of his cock inside of me. I choke on a moan, unprepared for how hard he planned to take me. “Hold that bowl tight,” he rasps, pulling himself back tentatively before slamming his hips forward again.

A throaty moan works its way from my mouth as he continuously thrusts, crashing over me like a high tide. He hits every spot that makes my eyes roll with an unending precision. Our sharp groans mingle in time with each slap of our skin, stirring the pressure that’s stoking low in my abdomen.

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