19
Itake it all back.
I want to kill him.
I stare at the glass in my hand and calculate the chances of being able to smash it and stab him with one of the shards.
“Come now, little bird, come sit your pretty little ass right over here,” he taps his lap, daring me. I’m not sure if the challenge is to defy him or to do as he says.
“This chair is perfectly comfortable,” I tell him, trying to sound sweet but missing the mark.
A couple of the guys aroundus grumble, unable to hide their amusement. Lex throws them a look that has them shutting up pretty quickly.
“It wasn’t an option,” he tells me, “do I need to come over there?”
My eyes dart around, so many people to be humiliated in front of and he already has so much power, I don’t want to give him more. I bare my teeth at him as I stand, stomping my way to him ungracefully. When I reach him, I throw myself onto his lap hard, making sure to land my ass right on his cock and my elbow on his sternum. He grunts and sucks in a breath all at the same time. Good. I hope that hurt.
“Oh I’m sorry,” I purr, sliding a hand down his front, “was that a little rough?”
His men can’t contain it now, they burst out laughing. Lex ignores them as his eyes burn into me, seething.
“You keep fucking pushing little bird and I’m going to snap.”
I shrug nonchalantly and down the rest of my vodka cranberry. Another is put in my hand immediately.
His words and his body are at war with each other. Anger and frustration radiate off him but the thick, hard cock pressing into my ass tells me he likes this. He likes it when I fight him.
I squirm on his lap and his jaw clamps tight as his hand comes down on my exposed thigh, fingers digging into my flesh. “Easy.”
“Scared I’ll make you blow in your pretty suit pants?” I taunt.
Push. Pull. Push. Pull. That was our relationship.
“You think I won’t fuck you right here, right now?” He rasps, “I’ll let them all watch. I’ll let them all know who you belong too.”
The thought both shocks and arouses me.
I flush, from my cheeks, all the way to my chest and further than that. I feel myself grow wet between the legs as my libido takes the reins here.
His eyes flash like molten silver in the darkness, “That gets you off, huh? Knowing all these people here will see me fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.” His hand gently caresses my thigh, fingers teasing at the hem but not slipping beneath the dress. “Does that make you wet, little bird? Do you want my cock in you?”
I open my mouth to retort but my words are stolen when he slams his mouth onto mine in a kiss so possessing it consumes everything. My thoughts, my words, they disappear as his mouth devours mine, his tongue dueling, teeth clashing. There’s nothing gentle here. No sweetness, just pure primal need.
His hand finally skims up my thigh, following the slit and then he stills, both his hand and his mouth.
“Where are your panties?” He rasps under his breath.
I grin against his mouth, “This dress doesn’t allow for underwear.”
The grip on me turns hard, punishing but not painful, a warning.
“You’ll never do that again.”
“You don’t control me.”
With a single finger he finds my slit, swiping the digit through my folds. The idea of this is wrong, so many people, so many eyes and yet the pleasure that makes my thighs tremble is a high I cannot resist. I feel my legs part to allow him in more and watch as his tongue traces his plump bottom lip.
His eyes narrow and he opens his mouth to speak but gets cut off.