Page 50 of Ruin
“Come on, let’s get you off those feet for a bit.”
I allow him to lead me towards the roped off VIP area, and he pauses to talk to the security guard, who waves us through a moment later. There’s an empty booth, and when I get closer I see his name written on the sign that sits atop the black table cloth.
“You mean I could have been sitting down this whole time?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.
“I thought you wanted to dance?”
I grin. “I’m just messing with you. I would have one hundred percent been bouncing around out there regardless of whether I knew about this or not.”
He shakes his head and I slide into the booth, shuffling around to the back so that I can still see the stage. The band has taken a break for a moment and are chatting amongst themselves off to the side while the house music plays.
“Here. Give me your feet,” Sebastian says, sitting to the side and hooking a hand under my knee.
I lift my foot into his lap, and he slides my shoe off, placingit beside him before beginning to rub the arch of my foot with his thumb.
A groan slips out and my eyes flutter closed as I let him ease the pain.
“Careful, Lily. With sounds like that, this might turn into something more than a foot massage,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes again to find him looking at me with an almost hungry expression.
I’m more than a little surprised at the heat behind his gaze. I’d honestly started to feel like I’d imagined everything last night, because he’s been acting like nothing happened all day.
But right now?
“Oh really?” I ask, dragging my gaze from his to watch the way his thumb rubs circles over the arch of my foot.
He digs his thumb in a little harder, pulling another groan from me, and his expression turns downright sinful.
“Really,” he says, holding my gaze as he leans forward to pull my other foot into his lap.
He slides the second shoe off and begins the same process on that foot, watching my face for signs of where to go deeper. I let my eyes drift closed again, more than happy to give myself over to his care.
The band starts playing again, and Sebastian slowly puts my shoes back on my feet before lowering them back to the floor.
“Do you want to dance some more?” he asks, sliding around to sit beside me at the back of the booth.
Even if my feet weren’t still sore, I don’t think I’d be capable of pulling myself away from him right now as his eyes hold me captive. While we’ve stood pretty close most of the evening, I’m now suddenly very aware of his body as his hand rests on my thigh.
I clear my throat. “No. I’m happy here.”
A small smirk plays across his lips as he traces a circle on my inner thigh with his finger, and I force myself not to shiver. He shifts closer, pressing his thigh against mine as he brings his lips to my ear.
“Can you keep quiet, Angel?” he murmurs, and the shiver I was suppressing breaks free as his hand slides up beneath my skirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out breathless.
“What I promised,” he replies as he lifts my leg to hook my thigh over his. “Keep your eyes on the band. The lead singer seems to have taken an interest in you.”
I struggle to do as he says, dragging my eyes towards the stage, where Declan is looking my way once again.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers while he fucks you with those bedroom eyes.” Sebastian’s breath is warm against my neck as his hand slides all the way up to cup me between my thighs.
It’s almost as though Declan knows that he has now taken a starring role in this moment, because his gaze remains locked on mine as he sings about doing wicked things. I hold myself perfectly still as Sebastian slides a finger beneath my lace G-string, rolling it over my clit. A whimper slips past my lips, and he chuckles in my ear.
“Already so wet. Do you like this game we’re playing, Angel?” He dips his finger lower, swiping it through my pussy.
“Yes,” I whisper, fighting to keep my gaze on Declan’s.
Sebastian pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp.
