Sawyer puts his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. "Now, you stick to us like glue until we figure this out."
* * *
After being wrenched away from the twins by Chase, I’ve been passed from one rich guy to the next, being walked around like cattle at market for them all to observe and make comments on while they decide how much they’d like to own me for.
I get a small reprieve by excusing myself and going to the bathroom. Spending more time than necessary locked in the little room, I wonder just how easy it would be to run away.
So I take a deep breath, tell myself running away is entirely an option, and wrench open the door to the tiny bathroom, coming face-to-face with Travis.
Without a word, he grips my arm and drags me around the edges of the room to the staircase, up to the mezzanine. I try to keep up with him in these shoes, but it’s like running on fucking stilts.
"I cannot stand and watch one more entitled rich guy paw all over you with their sweaty ham hocks. I amthisclose to going savage and fucking you in front of the entire goddamn room to claim you, Briar." Travis’ words are harsh and bitter as he pushes me into an alcove off the mezzanine.
"It’s not like I’m enjoying it either," I hiss as he puts a hand around my throat, squeezing as he pushes me up against the wall.
I grip his wrist, digging in my nails, because I’m about as pissed off with tonight as he is. "What are you doing, Travis?"
"I am taking what is mine." His voice is so quiet and low, it’s almost indecipherable, but the flash of fire in his eyes as he squeezes my throat tighter makes my thighs clench together. "Now, be a good girl and stay fucking quiet."
His lips press against mine, stealing the last of my breath as he bruises my lips with his kiss. He releases my throat and spins me, pushing me against the wall and unzipping my dress. Cold air hits my skin, making me suck in a breath as my dress floats to the ground, leaving me in nothing but panties and my heels.
"All fucking mine," he growls in my ear as a hand delves into my panties, and I have to swallow a groan as his fingers find me wet and wanting.
Behind me, I hear the sound of a zipper right before the smooth head of his cock trails up and down the back of my lace panties.
"I want to come over every inch of skin they touched." His breath in my ear would be romantic if his words weren't so fucking primal.
"I wish you could."
"Oh, I can. I'm just not going to. Not right now." Biting my earlobe, he pushes my panties aside and in one quick move he spears me from behind, eliciting a gasp that quickly turns into a long-winded moan.
"That's it, baby. My fucking cock in your fucking cunt. That's how it should be." He turns my head to the side, claiming my mouth once more, fucking it like heshouldbe fucking my pussy. Buried deep inside me, he remains still, teasing me with what's to come. "Beg."
"Travis," I hiss out the last letter of his name as his teeth sink into my bottom lip.
"Beg, Briar. I won't ask again."
His bite is deep enough to break the skin, my tongue flicking at the tiny wound and tasting the coppery proof of his savagery.
"Please, Travis. Please, fuck me."
"Better."
Sliding out slowly, he snakes a hand around my throat and pulls me into his chest right before he digs the pads of his fingers against my pressure points and plunges back inside me. It's quick and it's violent, my core suddenly full to the hilt.
"Fuck me, Briar, you're so tight. So hot. Squeeze my cock, my little nightmare. Show me how much you want to be fucked by me, right now."
I don't hesitate, my walls squeezing his dick like my biggest fear is that he'll take away this feeling of belonging. I reach back, my hand at his nape, my nails marking him so I can claim him as much as he is claiming me.
"Harder, Travis. Please, harder." The words are little more than a whimper as he takes me.
"That's a good girl. Begging like the pretty little slut you are."
His hips piston into me, his pants resonating within this secluded space he's found. There are people milling about in other hallways, farther away, but the chances of someone walking in on us are high. Somehow, that knowledge makes me wetter and wetter and of fucking course, he notices.
"What are you thinking about, Briar?" He doesn't stop driving in and out of me, but he slows as if waiting for my answer.
"More, please, Travis. I need you to be rougher."