Page 134 of Broken Souls
The three men leave, but more just take their place. I’m starting to grow too hot as Varius keeps rubbing my nipple in between his fingers. He tugs on it every so often, keeping it hard and making it far too sensitive. When he pulls his hand out to once again pay attention to my ass and pussy from the back, I lean into his side and bury my head into his chest.
I’m mortified that he’s touching me somewhere so public, but at the same time, I’ve never been more turned on. There is an increased thrill to doing something you shouldn’t be. Biting my lip, I struggle with something I really want to do. But his fingers are merciless, my own desire is too, and I can’t resist. I move my hand forward to cup his cock. He’s rock hard in his pants, and I stroke my fingers down his length, only to immediately stop, my hand burning from doing something so naughty.
Feeling the eyes of everyone on me even though no one seems to have noticed, I blush hard.
Once the guests we were just talking to move away, the live band starts to play “All of Me” by John Legend. My eyes widen as I realize this is the song for the first dance.Shit.If Varius touches me that intimately right now, I’m going to be screwed. What if I come in front of everyone? My sister and father are here. I’d never be able to look at them again.
“Varius, wait,” I start as he pulls me through the crowd to the frosted panel of glass that’s been placed over the pool. “I can’t –”
We step onto the dance floor; suddenly I can’t breathe. Everyone’s eyes are on me, including Lou’s.Fuck.I search for Dayne, trying to silently plead with him to save me. But he doesn’t. His eyes aren’t even on me. They’re on Quinton, who’s getting cosy with Vlad. My best friend narrows his eyes on the man he claims to not like, and I narrow mine on him.
“Fucking useless best friend,” I mutter with a scowl. For now it’s too late for me to be saved.
We have stopped in the middle of the dance floor. Varius looks into my eyes and wraps a hand around the nape of my neck. My pulse beats against the rough surface of his palm. It picks up in intensity as he forces me into a dip. He holds me low as he runs his other hand down my body, between my breasts to the V of my thighs. My eyes widen. He isn’t even going to try to hide it.
He cups my pussy through my dress, and I grab his wrist even as my body begs me to let him do whatever he wants to me. “Everyone’s watching,” I hiss.
“Good. Then they can all see that you are mine.” Pulling me upright, he kisses me on the lips, then turns us around the room in beat to the song. He touches me inappropriately every chance he gets, and I can feel the hard bulge of his cock whenever he presses up against me. Fuck, I’m getting wet. All the vampires must be able to smell me.
In a piss poor attempt to distract him with conversation, I blurt, “When did you learn to dance?”
“When I was a teen –” He spins me away from him, then pulls me back in. His hand goes to my waist. “I thought it would get me laid.” He grabs my ass.
“Ah, and when it didn’t, you learned to shove knives up vaginas,” I say with a nervous laugh. He did that the first night we met. The sex after was wild – something my body is remembering all too well.
He chuckles as he turns me around so my back is flush against him. “No,” he murmurs in my ear as he rocks our hips together. “Then I learned to sing.” His hand runs down my body. “Though these days, I mostly just hum.” He cups my pussy, and my mouth runs dry as a bolt of arousal hits me hard.
I try to pull away, to force some distance between our bodies, but he spins me in place so now we’re facing each other. His cock rubs against my stomach as we dance. I try to think of something else to talk about, but all I can think about is sex.
Fuck.
His nostrils flaring, he dips me. His eyes run down my body. Arousal pulses through our bond, and I can almost feel what he wants to do to me. How he’ll peel off my dress slowly, follow the fabric with the touch of his lips. Down my belly to my pussy, where he’ll bury his tongue between my legs as he lets the dress fall to the floor. In front of all these witnesses.
My legs shaking, I stumble into him when he pulls me back up. I place a hand over his chest, and he places one of his over mine. Wrapping his other arm around my waist, Varius holds me to him. His cock jerks against my stomach. My breath catches as I look into his eyes, and for a moment, the world stops.
Then the sound of applause breaks into our bubble, and I blink rapidly as I realize that the first song has ended. Other couples are now joining us on the dance floor.
“Congratulations, bruh!” Maddox shouts as he spins a woman towards us, his hands on her hips. She’s wearing a black dress that ties around the back of her neck. The front of it dips in a narrow V all the way down to her belly. Half of the skirt rises above her knees in an asymmetrical cut. She’s heavily bruised and scarred across her body, and fresh claw marks run across her shoulders and upper arms. Her long white hair is still damp from a recent wash, and she smells like soap. Chains bind her hands and feet, with more around her waist. Her vibrant purple eyes spit fury above her Hannibal-esque mask.
“She bites,” Maddox shouts in explanation, with a grin that says he’s into that.
“I told you to kill her,” Varius replies when he and Zita get close.
“I’m killing her mentally.” Maddox’s smile turns wicked. “Then I’ll kill her physically.”
She lunges forward to headbutt him in the nose, but he grabs her throat and stops her mid-attack. “If you want my attention, love, try flashing your boobs.”
Hauling her to him, he kisses her mask, then he unties the straps of her dress so the top half of it falls down, baring her breasts completely. The only reason she isn’t completely naked right now is because of the belt around her waist.
Feeling Varius’ eyes on me and the cold jealousy through our bond, I turn my head so he doesn’t kill her. My jaw tics as I’m annoyed at his hypocrisy all over again. He did a hel of a lot more to Khalid’s girl than just look at her. I might be letting him fuck my brains out again, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven him.
Fucking neanderthal.
“There, now you have all of my attention,” Maddox says. He cups her right breast. “Now what did you want to tell me?” He pretends to listen for a moment, nodding every so often even though she says nothing. “What? You want me to fuck your face while you’re hanging upside down from a tree?”
She growls behind her mask.
“Of course I will, love. I’ll even eat your pretty little pussy at the same time. Now congratulate the lovely couple so we can take our leave.”
