Page 97 of Kept

I feel her laughter in my chest. In my fucking soul. “It’s adress.”

“Hmmm.” We dance, and I feel the moment the music pours into the room, as Enzo flicks the speakers up and Zella throws her head back, her arms raising in the air as she sways. We move across the floor until her back presses into the glass of the window, and I swoop down, capturing her lips with mine.

Soft, sweet, she matches my movements until we’re tangled together, her leg wrapped around my waist when I tear my mouth away. She’s breathing just as heavily as I am, but she grins when I look down at her. “Can people see us up here?” she asks, craning her head to look behind her at the crowd below.

It gives me ideas. Probably bad ones, but I’ve never been known for good judgment.

She gasps when I spin her, my hands sliding up her arms and pressing her palms into the glass. “Would it bother you?” I murmur into her neck. “To have all these people watching you, princess?”

She tilts her head, silently asking for more, and I sink my teeth into her skin, gently nipping until I reach her ear. She jolts when my hands slide up and inside her dress, reaching inside the lacy excuse for a brasserie she’s wearing and cupping her bare breasts. “Ryder!”

“Shhhh,” I murmur. My hands squeeze her plump mounds, my finger flicking over her nipples as she hardens beneath my touch. “They’re not paying attention to you, little thief.”

I glance over my shoulder. Enzo is solely focused on us, and he moves over to the door, casually settling himself against it so nobody can interrupt. Maverick’s jaw is tight, but he sits back, his eyebrow flying up in silent challenge.

“Play with me, Zella,” I whisper, tugging her nipples until she drops her head back against me, silently pushing into my palms for more. She stiffens when I move my hand to the back of her sequinned dress, slowly undoing the laces. “What are you doing?”

“Trust me,” I murmur, leaning in and kissing her shoulder. “Will you?”

At her slow nod, I pull the halter free, letting it slide down her body until she’s left in the lace set I picked out for her earlier. Reaching forward, I slide my fingers around the lace covering her breasts, tugging it down until the lace pushes them up, her nipples stiff in the strobe lighting that streaks over us in patterns.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I whisper reverently, and she shudders. She tries to glance over her shoulder, but I nudge her head forward. “Eyes up front, princess. See how many eyes are drawn up here to those pretty tits.”

I press my hand into her back, pushing her forward until she’s pressed against the glass, her hips pushed out. An offering I don’t intend to waste.

She jumps when I kneel behind her, peeling away the pale pink lace covering her.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” I say slowly. She moans when I press my face between her legs, my tongue flicking out for a small taste. She tastes like the finest whiskey on my tongue, and I pull her hips back, settling her against me as I stroke my tongue up and down her folds.

“Ryder!” Zella cries my name as I devour her, her legs trembling against my grip as I push her onto my face.

“Gotta get you ready for my cock, princess,” I rasp when I manage to pull myself away. I’m almost painfully hard, my cock pressing against my slacks, and my groan rings out as I pull myself free, my head already weeping for want of her.

Enzo and Maverick are silent behind me. I can feel their eyes on her, and so can she.

“Please.” She pushes herself back, and I push two fingers slowly into her channel, stretching her out for me and adding a third.

“Are you still sore here?” I ask, and she shakes her head frantically.

“N-no. More.”

I slide my hands up the soft skin of her legs as I stand, drawing a line down her spine with my fingers that makes her tremble against me. “Please.”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg, baby.” I notch the head of my cock against her entrance, pushing in a bare inch and feeling her tighten around me. “Breathe, princess.”

When she relaxes, I push in another inch, and then another, slowly entering her as she shudders against the glass. She’s fucking dripping, and I kiss her shoulder, relishing in the idea of a little exhibitionism.

“Look at them,” I murmur. “Can you feel their eyes on you, Zella? Wanting you?”

When she only moans in return, I thrust the rest of the way in, filling her and bottoming out as she cries out, her breath fogging up the glass.

“They can look,” I rasp, pulling out and thrusting in again. “But they can’t touch, princess. Nobody touches what belongs to us. You understand?”

She makes me feel feral, and I reach around, grabbing her pussy as I push into her, my finger finding the swollen nub of her clit and pinching it between my fingers. She writhes under me, and I move my other hand to the front of her neck, pulling her back until she’s flush against me. The little sobbing sounds falling from her lips feel like fucking music of their own, and I fuck her to the rhythm of them, the sounds of our fucking obscene in the otherwise silent room.

“Enzo and Maverick are watching you,” I growl in her ear. “Watching you be such a good little slut for me.”

She fucking melts against me, her pussy tightening on my cock. “Oh, God!”

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