Page 14 of Pink Poison

“Yeah, no shit,” I scoff. “They need to be tight so they don’t slip down when I’m on the pole.”

Reaching for my other foot, he mumbles, “Is it weird if I say I hate these shoes now because they leave marks on your skin?”

I quirk my sculpted brow and stare at the man who just smacked my ass twice and likely left two visible handprints. “Says the man who probably left two bruises onmy—”

Gently, he pulls the next ribbon down before tracing a finger over the cross pattern pitted on my flesh. “Those don’t count.”

A shiver of pleasure tickles its way up my leg, reminding me that it’s been too damn long since I’ve been touched this way.Fuck.It shouldn’t feel this good, but I’d be a damn liar if I said it didn’t. “Stone, what do you want?” I rasp.

His fingers dig into my calves with eerie precision, hitting every sore knot in his path. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he repeats. My lips part with a low moan as he massages a particularly tender spot before traveling up my thighs. Smirking, he spreads my legs apart, revealing my barely covered pussy. “Do you like having my hands on you, pretty doll?” He teasingly grazes the growing wet spot on my thong. Instead of speaking, I sigh and tilt my hips. He hasn’tearnedmy voice, not yet anyway. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he rumbles as he traces my slit over the soft fabric.

Groaning, I cup what I can of my breasts and pinch my hardened, rosy peaks. He hooks a finger through my thong, pulling it to the side. “Look at you.” He puffs a breath of hot air over my throbbing clit. “Such a gorgeous pussy.”

I tense as he blows on the sensitive nerves again.Douche fuck.“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I sass.

“Is that an offer?” he asks before lashing his tongue over my clit.Dear God, he has a tongue ring.His deviant chuckle vibrates around the locker room, full of dark and desperate promise. As much as I loathewhathe is, I’m not stupid enough to turn down whatever the hell he plans to do now. “I don’t think God had much to do with the piercing.”

He laughs before diving between my legs like a man starved. Lifting my legs to his shoulders, I throw myself back on the bench to lift my hips higher. It doesn’t take long for me to reach the edge, fueled by the need to chase the pressure of his tongue. An embarrassing cry escapes me everytime he denies me, alternating his tongue from my clit to slit. “Let. Me. Come,” I whine as I squeeze his head with my thighs.

His tongue disappears completely as he pulls away with a devilish glint in his eyes. “Only good girls get to come, and we both know you’re not a good girl, doll.”

I rip my legs away with a snarl, hating that the fucker managed to get me going. “You’re a prick.”

“And you need to leave, Stevie.” He licks his lips that glisten with my pleasure. “You’re lucky I didn’t call Prez here.”

I hold his stare while I grab my shorts and thread my feet through them before I start begging for him to finish what he started. “Fuck your preciousPrez,” I bite.

“I hear that’s more your thing.” He shrugs. “Although, I’m not sure you’re his type anymore.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He snorts as he steps back towards the wall while grabbing his obvious hard-on. “Graves’ tastes are a little different these days, doll.”

Jameson…

Turning on my heel, I quickly grab my bralette and pull it over my chest. I refuse to giveStonemore of a show when he had more than his fair fill. Honestly, he’s lucky that I let him even taste my pussy. That’s more than I’ve given up in months. Digging through Teegan’s locker, I pull out a set of pink, fuzzy slippers and slip them over my toes.

“I didn’t realize there was a change in leadership.” I sigh.

Clearly I missed some things around here, not that I can blame anyone but myself. I didn’t want to know jack shit while I wasbanished. I was hurt, and rightfully pissed as fuck. There was nothing worth knowing here besides Teegan’s personal life updates and this club. If that makes me a bitch, so be it.

“A lot has happened, none of it good,” he says. Folding his arms across his chest, he pivots the conversation. “I’ll pass along your message, but don’t be surprised when we run you out again.”

“Good luck, Butcher,” I droll as I grab my phone before slamming Teegan’s locker shut. “I told you I was back for good.”

With my phone in hand, I step over the ribbon heels sprawled on the ground. Teegan will have to grab them later, I’m over being stuck in this room with this asshole.

“You know what they say about all good things,” he warns.

They must come to an end.

Chapter five

Stone

My phone vibrates inside my cut as Stevie storms out of the locker room.Perfecttiming.Blowing out a slow breath, I fish the device out, noting that it’s Graves’ name on the caller ID.Shit.I slide a finger over the screen to accept the call, and with the reminder of my sense, I click the speakerphone icon. There’s not a chance in hell that he isn’t pissed with me for leaving The Deli so abruptly when we had a priorengagementplanned.

“Where the fuck are you, shithead?”he barks over a rumble of voices. “We’re at Mementoand my Sergeant-at-Arms isn’t with me. You tryin’ to get me killed or somethin’?”

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