I smile as I relish in the compliment. He pulls me against him and kisses my neck. My eyes flutter closed and I feel my panties getting wet.
“Let’s skip out on this party. I’ll strip you, bend you over the pool table, and fuck you hard and deep. I’ll lift you onto it and wrap my hand around your throat. I’ll squeeze hard enough that you feel like you can’t get a breath while I slam into you. I’ll lower your back onto the soft felt, keeping my hand around your neck. Your knees will stay bent while I pound into your wet pussy. I’ll slide a finger into your ass and bring you right to the edge before I pull out. You’ll try to scream in frustration, but my hand on your throat won’t allow it. I’ll continue to fuck you and tease your release until finally you can’t take it anymore. When I let you come, you’ll fucking explode around me, feeling a relief you’ve never experienced. I’ll pull you off the pool table and push you to your knees in front of me. You’ll wrap your mouth around my hard dick, covered in your release. I’ll fuck your hot mouth until you swallow every drip of hot come I shoot down your throat,” he says, running his hands over my body.
I’m so turned on I can barely speak. My eyelids are heavy, my nipples are hard, and my pussy is aching. “Fuck the party.”
He kisses me quickly and smacks my ass. “Nah, we need to go, but think about how fucking horny you’ll be all night. Anticipating exactly what will happen when we walk through the door. Your pussy will be dripping all night for me, baby girl.”
I groan as he walks away from me. He’s so fucking good.
I shove the outfit back into the closet. I don’t need memories tonight. I need a distraction. I need something or someone to get my pulse racing. To make me feel things again. Even if it’s just the alcohol.
So, I decide on my white jeans and a black shirt. I take my time curling my hair and applying way too much makeup. I step back and look at myself in the mirror and smile. Yeah, I look good.
I head to the kitchen to eat something real quick, but a knock on the door has me stopping in my tracks. My brows dip as I wonder who the hell it could be. No one knows where I moved. Only the few guys I’ve had meet me here.
I open the door and it is in fact a guy. A good-looking guy at that. He’s got dark hair and even darker eyes. He’s definitely built, I can see that through his blue t-shirt. He’s full of confidence or maybe it’s arrogance, leaning against my door frame with a small smirk on his lips.
“Gillian Holt.”
It’s not a question, it’s a statement. He knows who I am, but I have no fucking idea who he is. I lift an eyebrow and cross my arms. I’m starting to feel a bit defensive and I’m not entirely sure why.
“Who the hell are you?” I ask.
He straightens himself and reaches into his pocket, pulling out a badge. “Federal Agent Ethan McKay,” he says, showing me the badge.
“Okay, how can I help you?”
It’s arrogance not confidence and it reappears as he places his hand on my door. “We need to talk, Gillian.”
My skin prickles and fear wraps around me, warning me that something is wrong. “So, talk,” I say, trying to appear stronger than I feel.
“Well, I can either place you under arrest right now or you can let me in to discuss other options,” he says, shrugging.
My entire body is shaking with fear at this point and my pulse is racing. This is not what I had in mind for a distraction. I don’t know what the right thing to do is, so to avoid being arrested, I open my door wider.
He steps inside and looks around. I feel violated. It’s like he’s figuring me out without even looking at me. I’ve never felt this unnerved in my life.
“What can I do for you, Agent McKay?” I ask, hoping to just get this over with.
I can’t even begin to imagine what he could possibly want from me. The only thought that comes to mind is Rachel. Maybe she did something awful or maybe this is about her murder. Either way, I feel like that’s why he’s here. I won’t be able to help. I don’t know anything about what she was caught up in. If torturing Ivy is any indication though, it must’ve been some really fucked up stuff.
He turns and faces me. He grins as he looks me over. I believe he is trying to make me feel intimidated and unfortunately it’s working.
“I have a substantial amount of evidence that you have hacked into several different federal websites,” he says.
I step back, shaking my head. “Absolutely not. I’ve never done anything like that,” I whisper.
My heart slams in my chest as my head starts to spin. What the hell is going on?
He nods and steps closer to me. “My evidence says otherwise. My evidence says that you hacked into federal sites to gain access to certain properties and individuals.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, I feel my stomach churn. Fucking Riley. I did hack into things for them when they were looking for Ivy. I never even considered the fact that my ass was on the line. That I would be breaking federal laws.
My eyes swim with tears as I search his eyes. “I think I need a lawyer.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Save your money, sweetheart. You had firsthand interaction with individuals from Shattered Souls MC, correct?”
“Yes,” I whisper.