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So I continue to dance through one song, then another.Groups of other dancers let me join them, and sometimes I dance alone.The whole time, I’m aware of Kingston’s attention, even when I’m not looking anywhere near him.And in fact, I purposefully ignore him.
My ignoring and teasing campaign lasts until a strong hand grips my wrist and whirls me around.
I know it’s him without even seeing his face.
I collide with his hard chest.He smells so good—sandalwood and spice.I look up at him from beneath my eyelashes.
“Excuse me,” I say, “but I’m trying to dance, here.”
I tug myself from Kingston’s grip and sway my hips in time to the beat as I walk away.He doesn’t say anything, but I can still feel him watching me.
A couple of guys are dancing nearby, and when I go to join them, they let me stand close.
“Is that guy bothering you?”one of them asks in concern.“He’s really staring.”
“Nope, I’m messing with him—he’s my boyfriend,” I say with a wink.
They laugh and gesture that I should dance between them and the three of us can give him a show, but I shake my head.That would push Kingston too far.I continue dancing next to them, though, and when the song is over, I grin and wave at them before making my way toward the bar.
I don’t make it far, though, because large hands clamp down on my hips and hold me in place.Again, I know without looking that it’s Kingston.
“Are you trying to make me jealous, baby girl?”Kingston’s mouth is so close to my ear, I can feel his warm breath on my skin.His words are so angry, I can feel my bratty side emerging.
And his voice so low, I can feel it in my pussy.
“Maybe I fucking am, if it’s the only way I can get your attention,” I say.
“Upstairs,” he says.“Now.”
The two guys that I was dancing with give me a questioning look as Kingston practically drags me toward the stairs.I give them a thumbs-up so they won’t worry.
Kingston and I don’t even make it into one of the private rooms.He crowds me against the wall, groaning.
“You’re such a little tease,” he says.
His fingers are rough, bruising, as he slides his hand under my dress and along my thighs, gripping my legs to pull them apart.
“You think flirting with other men is the solution to your own feelings of neglect?”he asks.
“It seems eff—” I break off as he yanks my panties to the side and plunges a finger knuckle-deep into my pussy.
“You were saying?”he says, his voice a growl.
“It seems effective,” I gasp.
He takes his finger out of me and holds it up to my mouth.“Lick me clean.”
“No.”
“You are on such thin fucking ice,” he says.
Am I, though?I’m finally getting what I want.Kingston’s attention, undivided.I raise my gaze to his and smirk.
He leans in close.His teeth clack against my earring as he bites my ear before licking it.“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
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Ella
