Page 85 of A Dark Duet

“I would prefer you not to touch me.”

Ignoring her indifference, my fingers grab hold of the hem of my shirt, and I pull it off over my head. Her eyes immediately caress my thick, muscled chest down to my abs. My head tilts when she silently removes the robe and I almost hiss audibly because her body is flawless. Her ample breasts, a small waist I can wrap my hands around with flared hips, the dangerous curve of her ass, and the most beautiful face I’ve ever laid my eyes on. She is even more beautiful than I remember. My cock hardens to attention at the woman it has craved for the last three years.

“Everywhere. I want to touch you everywhere.”

“That’s what they all want.”

Not the answer I expected. Makes me wonder how many have tried to touch her. How many have tried to force her, and the rage I’ve been keeping in chains is close to breaking free. Tempting me to throw her over my shoulder and take her out of here.

Music begins to play, and she walks over and straddles my lap. Her scent of vanilla permeates the air around me. My hands touch her waist and I position her over my hard dick so she can feel how hard she makes me. My lips find the place between her breasts, and she arches her back, holding on to my shoulders. When she holds my head in place, I take my fill of the scent of her skin, kissing her. She gasps when I lift her in the air and she straddles my waist, not giving a fuck about the rules.

“There’s one thing you forgot, baby. I don’t follow rules when it comes to you. I break them.”

Placing her on the comfortable chaise before she can protest, I’m between her legs, rubbing my hard erection over her covered pussy.

My head lowers to nibble her ear while I grind into her pussy, rubbing her clit. She watches me with no emotion. Her response to me is confusing, she doesn’t moan or smile like I remember. Her pussy is not drenched like it used to be. This feels off and so wrong. I stop and when my gaze finds hers, her eyes look bleak and nonexistent. This is not her. This is not my girl. This girl is empty. Her legs relax and she turns her head away from me.

“Are you done?” she croaks.

My heart sinks. I swallow hard because for the first time, I feel like I’m forcing her. She doesn’t crave me or my touch.

She stiffens when I get up off of her and she tries to cover herself with her hands while quickly looking for the robe.

“I’m sorry,” is all I manage to say. What could I say? I fucked up and I’m no different than any man in this place. Taking advantage of her and her position. I’ve never felt more disgusted with myself.

“Please don’t ask for me again. You’ve done a great job staying away and forgetting about me. I want nothing more than for that to continue,” she says.

“Brie. I-I can’t. I’m not going to stay away,” I tell her, backing her against the wall. My finger tilts her chin up so she can look at me. “I’m so sorry, baby.” Her hands drop to her sides and her robe opens, revealing her delicate skin.

My fingers quickly find the sides of the silk material and I close it, wrapping and tying it together, covering her. Her gaze is still trained on mine, standing motionless with her plump pink lips slightly parted.

The backs of my fingers gently trace her soft cheek tenderly. Lowering my head toward her lips, my lips brush hers softly.

“I miss you,” I say, whispering before my tongue finds hers in a kiss. Our kiss. A kiss that is so soft and tender, she places her hands on my shirtless chest and when I think she is going to push me away from her, she rests her palms flat on my heated skin. My heart speeds up as she meets my kiss. A kiss I’ve missed because I may have fucked ring bunnies and random chicks, but I’ve never kissed them on the mouth. She is the only woman I have ever loved kissing.

“You are so beautiful,” I say, pulling away and breaking the kiss. “I apologize for treating you like that on the chaise. I’m truly sorry.” She averts her gaze. “Brie, please look at me.”

“Times up. I need to go.” She moves away and I back up, giving her back her personal space. Her response to me is like an ice bucket of cold water in a hot Jacuzzi but I let her go. She leaves the room and I stand there contemplating my next move.

Briana

Inever thought I would see him here in this club of all places. He saw me and he saw Ethan. He saw how Ethan touched me and his expression was murderous. I’m not sure why he even cares. What did he expect? That I was going to run into his arms, and he would whisk me away?

After the way he treated me and kicked me out of his life after I fell in love with him? I gave him a part of me. The only part I had left, and he shattered it. My love meant nothing to him, he didn’t even see it. He showed me what I meant to him. A pretty face and body. No different than any other man that has laid eyes on me and shown interest.

He reminded me tonight when he rubbed himself on me. Before, I craved his touch. I would die for it. Until he showed me how he felt about me. Pretty to look at with a dose of pity. No, thank you. I’ll take my chances with Ethan and our agreement. I let him kiss me so I could leave, and he wouldn’t push. I was so close to pushing him off me, but I let him. I shouldn’t have but I did, and I hate myself for it.

I walk out to my motorcycle with my helmet in hand. I purchased the motorcycle when I made some money the first month I danced at Equinox. I bought it used, but it was modified, and it was in good condition. Then I decided to take professional lessons at a speed track by a company that teaches amateur riders. I thought it would be a therapeutic way to release my heartache caused by the man currently standing in the garage with his boys trying to figure out what mode of transportation I’m currently using.

He spots me coming toward my Yamaha R1 with my shiny black tights and motorcycle jacket. My blonde hair braided to the side with my motorcycle boots thudding on the concrete, causing his boys to take notice at my approach. His brows rise when he sees the helmet in my hand and finds the bike parked in a particular spot.

“No fucking way. She rides that thing?” Jake says.

“Is there a problem?” I ask, glaring at Jake. He slides his hands into his pockets. Shaking his head.

“No. Just surprised. My bad.”

Giving them a smirk, I place my helmet on the side mirror of my bike to pair my phone to the helmet speakers and set my playlist to play. I place my key in the ignition and power on the bike.

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