Page 15 of Always Mine
“Where did you hear that?”
“Not from me.” Sophia giggles, raising her eyebrows in defiance. “Beast? Yes. Knight in shining armor? Prince Charming? Not so much.”
This little minx, I’ll show her a beast.
“Is that so, Belle,” I taunt. “Guess what, princess? You just activated beast mode.”
Giving her no time to protest, I take her by the hand and walk to the set of stairs that will lead us up to the DJ booth. Pulling her in front of me I swat her ass gently to tell her to start climbing. She pins me with a faux angry glare over her shoulder.
“Private property, Marco-Boy. No trespassing.”
Pushing my body closer to hers, I bring my mouth to her ear so she can hear me loud and clear.
“Just as well because we’ve already established, you’re mine. Your mouth. Your pussy. This enticing ass,” I say running my hand over the full curve of hers and giving it a squeeze. “All mine.” It’s hard to tell in the dark, but I’m positive her cheeks are now a deeper shade of pink and not from dancing. Just the thought of being the one she opens that forbidden door for makes me weak at the knees.
We enter the DJ booth just as Trix Six fades out the music and booms over the mic, “Hey, party people! Who’s ready for a banger set from Boy Wonder to lead us into the new year?” The crowd explodes, and Trix transitions into a long blend that keeps the energy pumping until I’m settled.
Taking off her diamond-encrusted headphones, Trix turns to me with a wide smile and flushed cheeks, telltale signs of playing a magic set. Unlike Trix, I didn’t set out to become a well-known DJ. I was always going to join Vault Enterprises and majored in Computer Science and Cybersecurity at college. It just happened as a by-product of the underground parties Seb and I used to organize in college. With the time and means to buy the best equipment and find my sound, the moniker Boy Wonder was born. My DJ residency at Bella Donna further cements it as one of New York’s best night spots.
Spying Sophia behind me, Trix leans over and hugs her hello. “She’s all yours, Boy Wonder,” she says with a knowing wink before leaning in to give me a hug and a quick rundown. I pull my gold-plated headphones, engraved with my initials, out of the locked safe and wrap them around my neck. Stepping up to the deck, I look over my shoulder to Sophia, who’s wearing a deer-in-headlights expression, and beckon her with my pointer finger. “Come here, Kitten. Ready for the next round of truth or dare?”
She lifts her chin, but her nervous laugh betrays her false bravado. It’s always been like this between us, this push and pull for dominance. She moves closer, and I gently pull her in front of me, settling in right behind her. Thanks to her high heels, the extra height puts her peachy ass in the perfect position to nestle my swelling cock. She sucks in a deep breath and I can’t help the husky chuckle that escapes me.
“Let me explain tonight’s dare.” Running my hand down her arm until our fingers are entwined, I move both our arms towards the buttons and dials. “So tonight, you’re going to learn how to push my buttons.” I run our hands slowly and softly along the dials andthe buttons on the deck to punctuate my words. “You’re going to let me show you how to get out of your head, Kitten. How to forget about what you should be doing.” With my free hand I hit the sync button, so there are now two tracks playing in perfect time to the same tempo and beat. It announces the start of the set, and I watch the bodies on the dance floor surge in sync. “For the next little while, all you’re going to do is feel.” She turns her head to peer up at me and I don’t miss the way her eyes flutter at the same time I feel her body melt further into mine. “Let the bass roll through your body.” Bringing our entwined hands back towards us, I use them to illustrate my words. “Let yourself feel it from your head.” I push our hands into her hair, then trail them down along her collarbone and down the front of her plunging neckline, watching as goosebumps prickle her skin on our descent. “Down, down, down…” I guide our hands slowly over her stomach and pelvis, before dropping her hand and gripping her hips. I pull her flush against my hard length so she can feel it. Feel what she does to me. She trembles as I slowly start to bend at the knees, dragging my body down hers as I lower to my haunches. “To your toes…” I say loud enough for her to hear over the music. Her barely covered ass is now conveniently situated in my face, as my hands roam over her hips, down the back of her thighs and to her ankles. “And finally…” Shifting her ankles to widen her stance, I slowly run both hands up the inside of her thighs, closing in on the very spot I want to bury myself. “In this pretty, pink pussy.” She jolts as my hands cup her molten center. The wetness seeps through her flimsy sheer tights, pulling a low groan out of me as I discover she isn’t wearing any panties. I run my fingers along her center from front to back, coating my fingers in her arousal. This dare feels an awful lot like baring the truth: Sophia Princi brings me to my knees.
Chapter ten
Out Of Body Experience
Sophia
Holy.Fucking.Shit.
Marco Marrone is on his knees for me, every movement of his hands controlling my body like a conductor of an orchestra. More specifically, stroking between my thighs in the way I’ve fantasized about for years. Let it be on the record, none of my fantasies compare to the way his strong, long, thick fingers work in real time.Fuck…get a grip, girl.
I must be dreaming. Or hallucinating, thanks to the three shots of Midas Touch—Bella Donna’s signature cocktail literally sprinkled with 18K edible gold dust. Either way, if he keeps touching me like that, I’m certain my soul is going to leave my body.
He strokes me in a steady rhythm, alternating between one and two fingers, grinding the heel of his hand against my throbbing clit, the gusset of the tights adding to the delicious friction. I am climbing higher towards that edge, heat flooding my lower belly, which coils in response to the impending orgasm dancing just within reach. If I get out of my head just like Marco asked me to do oh-so-sexily, it could be mine. But what does this all mean? Is this a one-and-done thing to play with me? Like when he kissedme senseless months ago and then went MIA under the guise of work, leaving me foolishly waiting for any crumbs to reassure me this attraction isn’t one-sided. I mean, I’ve felt his thick, hard cock multiple times tonight so obviously the attraction is mutual. I bet it’s as beautiful as he is.Oh God.
I need to stop this. Ohhhhh noooo, I don’t.Fuck, yes I do. All my brothers are literally on the other side of this door—and given Sebastian owns half the club he’s likely to barrel in at any moment.
“Marco, oh, that feels soooo good. No, I mean, Marco, you should stop.” I look over my shoulder to the gorgeous man staring up at me from the floor, his green eyes so bright they’re almost iridescent.
He slows to a tortuously featherlight touch but doesn’t stop completely. “Don’t fight it,” he whispers. “Truth or dare?”
We’re playing a dangerous game. One that threatens to crack the concrete covering the years of desire for this man buried deep in my heart. For a woman who prides herself on being strong enough to handle herself, so much so she’s willingly entering the arena with some of the shrewdest wolves of law in the pursuit of truth, I am about to make an epically bad decision.
“Dare,” I say on a breathless moan.
Marco’s eyes flare. He moves his hands to the band of my stockings, roughly tugs them up, and wedges them into my pussy. Hands down the most pleasurable wedgie he’s ever given me. And trust me, I’ve suffered quite a few of those growing up with him and my brothers.
The added friction has my clit pulsating so hard I am certain you could hear it. Then without warning he rips them to shreds. I gasp. That’s all I’ve got. Any words I have die on my lips. Before I can move or call 911 to come and check I’m not suffering a heart attack, Marco begins to press kisses to the inside of my legs. Some soft and sweet. Others open-mouthed and wet.
“No objection here, Kitten.” He punctuates his words by latching on to my soft flesh and sucking. Like he’s desperate to see his markon me. My body shudders involuntarily. He chuckles low before softening his touch once more.
“First.” Kiss. “We’re going to fix your posture.” Nip. He bends my body over the deck, so my ass is directly in his face. “Then we’re going to fix your outfit.” Lick. He runs his tongue up the inside of my right thigh as he pushes my dress up so it’s now bunched at my waist. I shiver, both because of the cool air hitting the warmth of my arousal between my legs and the vision of the fantasy I’m sure I am currently living. Me bent over and fully exposed to the man I’ve dreamed of fucking too many times to count.
Marco’s gravelly voice breaks me from my fever dream. “Next, we’re going to smoothly transition the track and finish—” I cut him off, my anxiety spiking even in my turned-on state. I go to stand up, but he places a firm hand to my back in silent warning. I look over my shoulder instead.