Page 92 of The Monster of Hotel No. 7
Him.
Everyone is looking at us. The music thuds, pulsing in time to my heart, a storm is thundering outside these walls, but all I see is him.
His body is so warm, solid beneath me. I loop my arms around his neck, leaning forward and pressing my nose to his.
He isn’t touching me, not at first, but slowly, his hands come to my hips, fingers splayed over my ass. I shift forward a little, grinding against him, and I feel him growing hard beneath me as his dark eyes stay locked on mine.
“What do you need?” I whisper to him, my mouth inches from his own. My pulse is pounding, I am hot all over, and when his fingers slide up a little to touch the exposed skin along my back, I can’t help but imagine fucking him, just like this, in front of everyone here.
I arch my spine, giving Cosmo, Fleet, and Elliot a good view of my ass as I brush my breasts against Sullen’s chest.
He swallows, his full lips pressed together as he stares down at me in his lap, his expression unreadable.
Then he says it again. My name. “Karia,” he whispers, his breath over my lips. He smells so good, clean and without a hint of alcohol. He hasn’t been drinking at all. He is perfectly sober, and I am wasted; this is exactly what I always want.
I know we should think about leaving this place. I know there is an entire city waiting to devour us. But for this moment only, I don’t care.
His fingertips press against my spine, and he jerks me closer, a small gasp leaving my lips as I tilt my head, angling our mouths. I feel how much he wants this, his cock bulging beneath my pelvis.
God, your dick is big.The thought explodes inside my head, because if I can feel this much when it’s buried beneath his clothes,fuck.
A small smile curves his lips and he looks down at my mouth, then back up. “What?” he asks quietly, as if no one else is around to hear us. “What are you thinking right now?”
I shift against him, a fluttering in my low belly as my body ignites at this small amount of sensual contact. “Your dick,” I say with a small laugh. “How big is it?” I know I shouldn’t ask something like that in front of all these people, but I don’t care. I couldn’t have stopped it if I tried.
Sullen’s dark brows lift in surprise, and he flexes his fingers along my waistline, but he shakes his head once. “You do not have any manners.”
“You drugged me,” I say against his mouth, brushing my lips over his. “I think we’re even.”
I bite at his bottom lip and his eyes flutter closed. The need welling up inside me is nearly all-consuming. My legs feel shaky, my feet don’t touch the ground as big as Sullen is beneath me, and it’s like I am floating in all thiswantfor him.
“Kiss me back,” I whisper, shifting over his erection again. I run my lips over his open mouth, listening as he draws a sharp intake of breath.
His eyes are still closed, all those thick lashes making me envious. He is gorgeous, perfect, and he has no idea.
“Please kiss me,” I say quietly.“Please.”
Then I hear a voice that isn’t his, right by my ear. “Kiss her,” Maude says, and I smell the alcohol on her breath. A second later, I feel her hand on my back, over top Sullen’s.
He snaps his eyes open, turning to stare at her. Then he says, the word articulate and focused,“No.”
Maude nudges her nose against the side of my face. I think she’s drunker than I am. “Why?” she whines, dancing her fingertips along my spine. “I want to watch you touch her, Scully.”
I glide my mouth over Sullen’s cheekbone, his stubble under my lips, alongside his smooth skin. “She can watch,” I whisper close to his ear, although the hood of his sweatshirt blocks my way. “Let her watch.”
But Sullen tightens his hold on me, squeezing me to his chest, and he says,“No.And get your hand off her.” I know that part is to Maude.
A soft moan escapes my mouth at his possessive tone, and I’m shifting against him again, tightening my arms around his neck, wanting him so much it hurts as Maude moves her hand away from me.
“Stop, Little Sun,” Sullen whispers, his tone less harsh, but firm all the same as I dry fuck him right here. “I don’t want them to see any of you, any of this.”
I don’t stop though, my eyes drifting closed, feeling his cock between my thighs, wanting more, wantinghim.
Then his hand is at my throat, pushing me roughly back, gripping alongside my jaw as I lock eyes with him and his index finger presses vertically, right into my windpipe.
“You’re mine,”he says in his rough voice, eyes flashing. “You are not entertainment forthem.”
“Nah, she sure as fuck isn’t, because this is kind of boring.” Cosmo’s cocky words spread through the room, penetrating my haze.
