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You’re holding on, but I’m breaking free,
Cause he sees me and isn’t fucking needy
You’re caught in a dance on your own damn floor
I’m over here with him, begging for more
Now the moaning was reeeally loud and yeah, maybe I was getting a bit turned on. That day at the beach house had been so fucking hot, with my legs wrapped around Grayson’s head as he made me come harder than I ever had before. The fact I’d only sent the recording to myself because Ethan was about to tear us apart made this moment all the more perfect.
You say you want to know me,
You don’t have a fucking clue
You say you want to show me,
What the fuck? I don’t need you.
I’ve got him,
I don’t need you, I’ve got him
The crowd was shifting a little as my recorded moans got louder and louder. Now for the money…lyric?
And he goes down, down, down,
So deep, so good,
He goes down, down, down,
And I…
I stopped playing, tilting my head to the side, listening to the sound of my thundering orgasm filling the room. When it was over, I leaned into the mic and said, all soft and breathy, like I’d just come for real;
Who’d want you? I’ve got him.
“Bitch! Youfuckingbitch! You lied to me! You fuckingcunt! You sluuuut! Whooore!”
Primal, savage satisfaction surged through my veins as four FBI agents turned to Ethan, standing four rows back from the stage, screaming at me. His eyes were wild. Spit was dripping down his chin. He’d pulled his baseball cap off. In no time at all, the crowd was pushed aside and Ethan was manhandled to the ground, still screaming obscenities at me.
A feral smile curled my lips and with my eyes locked on his, I raised my hand and flipped him the bird.Fucking asshole.
“Stefania!”
All thoughts of Ethan Blackwood flew from my mind as I caught sight of Grayson. The crowd parted to let him through and then he was there, stepping onto the stage.
“Grayson! Oh my god! Please! I can explain…just let me tell you… I know I can make this right…”
But he wasn’t listening. He pulled my guitar from me and dropped it to the ground, then taking my head in his hands, crushed his lips to mine. I had no idea what was going on, but I kissed him back just as hungrily.
“I thought you’d be so upset with me,” I said, when he finally broke the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me so tight I could barely breathe. Did I care? Not one damn bit. “I am! I’m fucking furious with you.”
He didn’t feel furious, the way he was holding me, the way his face was buried in my hair.
“I don’t mean about tonight. I mean, about what I said to Ethan. The recording he sent you, of me saying that awful stuff. It was just to?—”
He pulled back, cupping my face in his hands again. “I know it was, sweetheart.”