My teeth grazed along the soft skin of her shoulder, my cock aching, pressing hard against her ass sitting on my lap. I bucked my hips, moving my dick against her, needing a little friction to tame the need.
“I want to watch you come, right here, right now. With all these people around us. I want you to come simply because you have no fucking choice.”
Deeper and harder, my hand worked her wet little cunt.
“Master, please.” Like this. Always like this. I was her man in every goddamn way. But I dictated everything when it came to her body because I owned it. Man, and master.
I let my finger slip out, dragged it around her weeping hole before shoving it back in…hard. With my eyes fixed on her beautiful face, I watched as she came undone. I witnessed the ecstasy paint the prettiest shade of pink on her cheeks.
Cum gushed down her thighs, my hand soaked in her pleasure. It never failed. Each and every goddamn orgasm I gave her thrilled me to no end. Witnessing the pure bliss on her beautiful face was indescribable.
Dark eyes met mine, her warm breath skidding along my cheek. “Finally, my body has found a master it wanted to obey.”
A low growl echoed from the back of my throat, and I dug my fingers into her hip and thigh. “When we get home, I’m fucking you until dawn.”
My lips found hers, my kiss hard and desperate—just like my fucking cock. I explored her mouth with my tongue, tasting the sweet tang of cranberry juice.
I let go of her mouth just as Karina approached. “You two should really get a fucking room.”
“You should mind your own fucking business, little sister.”
Karina pouted, her hand on her hip. “Can you tear your goddamn hands off her for a few minutes?”
“Why?”
Karina reached out and pulled Doe off my lap. “I need the powder room, and girls like to go in pairs, remember?” She winked, turned on her heel, and I watched Doe disappear into the ladies’ alongside my sister.
With a smile on my face, a rock-hard penis the size of Japan in my pants, and an empty glass, I sauntered over to the bar.
Lorik looked at me with a smirk. “Having fun?”
“Fuck off.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Dante laughed then turned his attention to Lucio. “Not drinking tonight?”
“Nope. I prefer to be sober these days…just in case I get the opportunity to slaughter some Russian fuckers.”
Lorik’s eyebrows almost touched his hairline. “I’m pretty sure you’re a certifiable psychopath.”
Lucio shrugged. “That’s exactly what my psychiatrist wrote at the top of my file, dude.”
Lorik blinked, and we all burst out laughing.
I ordered another drink, patiently waiting for the women to return. It was just past midnight, and even though the party just started, I was ready to take Doe home.
The bartender placed my drink on the counter. I thanked him, picked up the glass…and my heart stopped. I couldn’t breathe as I read the black handwriting on a white napkin.
It’s time to take my pretty, broken girl back…
My blood froze solid. My gut filled with concrete. But there was no time. There was no fucking time. “Jesus.” I grabbed the napkin, but just as I turned to run, a bone-chilling cry came from the ladies’ room, the sound slamming against my chest. “Jesus Christ. Doe!”
Chapter 12
Doe
Ten minutes earlier