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Let him think he was winning.
I moaned under his assault of my senses. His hand moved down over my back, lifted my butt flush to his shaft pressed hard against his pants. His hand moved up my front to palm my small breast and he moaned deeply into my mouth. “High school sweetheart, you’ve got a body I could break. So soft. So small. So completely delicate.”
He wanted me. Desired me. Maybe Zio was right. A woman can burn a man, bring him to his knees simply by just being a her.
“Break me, then.” I taunted against his mouth as we panted in the dark. My legs were brought up hard and wrapped around his torso. He dry fucked me into the wall while his teeth scraped along my neck before nipping down on my collarbone.
My hands roved over his shoulders to the back of his head. My nails scraped his neck, drawing blood.
“Fuck,” he hissed, dropping me.
I brought my fingers to my lips. Then kissed him so he could taste the tang of his blood with my kiss.
He answered by pulling back and biting my lip. So, I bit his.
We growled and hissed and kissed like lost, jealous lovers finally reuniting after years of pain and heartache.
It was just a show I was acting in, I kept telling myself as we both became lost in lust. The tang of our blood coated our tongues as we kissed in the dark. He was drowning in me. I’d finally pulled him under, dragging him into the middle of my storm. While his mouth was fused to mine, I struggled to clear my senses enough to remember what I was there for. Running one arm down his back to my ankle hooked around his waist, I reached inside the top of my sock for the bug device and grasped it tightly between two fingers. Then my hand found his back again and ran down his firm ass, dropping the fucker right into the back pocket of his pants.
He grunted with surprise at my bold touch. I kneaded his ass as he kneaded mine.
That’s right baby. Burn for me. I thought, although I was the one going up in flames. “I hate you,” I breathed, unable to stop the words from spilling past my lips.
He lifted his head a few inches from mine and stroked the back of my head with his hand. His fingers brushed through my hair until his hand settled on the small of my back. “Liar.”
“Time’s up!” A heavy fist pounded on the door.
I pushed against Roque’s chest, feeling his pecs tighten at my touch. “Don’t go far,” he warned.
I spun on my heels, feeling confident as the door is unlocked and light trickled inside where he had me at his mercy. Or was he at mine? I shook my head, confused and angry that despite my loathing of him at every level, he still made me feel desire. Crazy, sick desire.
“Why would I?” I played, “when I haven’t tasted your girl?” I nodded to the blonde behind us, looked at her over my shoulder and winked. Her eyes slayed me, her fists curled, and I just knew if she were to open her palms the telling sign of crescent marks would mark her skin. She wanted what I just had.
He chuckled low in his throat, his chin dropped on top of my head as he pulled me close and whispered into my hair, “She tastes of desperation. It’s a boring flavor. Nothing like yours.”
“Sit back in the circle.” Johnny ordered.
“She’s done playing.” Roque growled back.
The two men glared at each other. I smirked knowing I won tonight. I practically brought Roque Salvatore to his knees and all it took was ten minutes of mad kissing and groping in the dark.
“House rules, Smith.” I whipped my head at Roque and tried not to scream that he’s a fraud. There’s nothing common about him and yet he chose the most boring, common last name to hide behind.
“I made the rules. I can break them.”
Johnny moved his gaze from Roque to me. “She was that good, eh? You’ve never cared before.”
I gasped as Roque slid his arm around my waist, snagging me from behind pulling me into his body. “She’s mine for the night.”
I was tempted to sag against him. Wishing just for one night I could pretend to just be a normal girl at a party… to let myself get seduced and kissed until the early dawn came and turned me back into the girl I’d become.
“But I want to play.” I taunted, lacing my fingers over his before turning in his embrace. I raised a hand to his cheek. Slaying him with doe eyes, I stood on my tippy toes tricking him into expecting a kiss. “You didn’t even let me come,” I whined, sounding like valley girl pissed that her daddy chopped her Amex card.
The room erupted with hoots and hollers. Roque’s eyes turned into the killer I knew he was. “Careful. You don’t know who you are playing with.”
“Actually, I do,” I replied smartly, before spinning on my heel and sitting back down on the floor.
The anger radiating off him singed my back. But I didn’t dare peak over my shoulder at him. “Who spins next?” I lifted my cup from the floor where I had left it and try to replace the taste of Roque in my mouth. But the lukewarm wine did nothing to diminish him.