If looks could kill, I’d be fucking dead.
Paige scoffed in disgust, shaking her head, and threw her arms down at her sides. In one quick, sudden movement, she abruptly turned and left the man there stunned. I didn’t hesitate to leave the blonde, rushing over to Paige in three long strides.
I gripped onto her wrist and roughly yanked her back toward me, stopping her momentum and determination she was using to try and get away from me. Causing her to lose her footing, she fell against my chest and into my arms as the orchestra clicked over to another song.
The last thing she wanted to do was make a scene, and that was exactly what would happen if she hauled ass away from me. So, I hooked my arm around her lower back, placing her right hand into my left at our sides and proceeded to dance with her instead.
“How was that for hate, Cherry?”
She pushed off my chest a little too hard into a turn, spinning back into our hold.
“You’re truly unbelievable, Adrian.”
I possessively moved my right hand to the back of her neck, pulling her down into a fast dip at my side before sensually bringing her back up to my face. We started to dance effortlessly around the room like we were the only two people in the space.
“I see your taste in women hasn’t changed. Blonde bombshells with low IQs.”
I proudly grinned, eyeing her up and down with predatory regard. With my hand still gripping the back of her neck we strolled the dance floor. Once again, I dipped her, crudely jerking her back up with enough force to lock her body in place where I wanted it.
Her lips close to my mouth.
Her perfect tits pressed on my chest.
Her wet pussy against my hard cock.
I rasped, my mouth almost touching hers, “Jealousy looks fucking amazing on you, Paige.” I thrusted my dick against her heat.
She narrowed her eyes at me, probably pissed I spoke the truth.
“There you go thinking with your dick again,” she snapped, playing it off as if I wasn’t on to her.
Breathing out a chuckle, I roughly spun her so her back was snug against my chest. Slowly sliding my hands down to her hips, I made sure I took my sweet ass time. I craved for her to feel every inch of my fingers along the sides of her breasts, her ribs, and the curve of her waist. I knew I was igniting conflicting emotions she didn’t want to deal with, feelings she failed to bury from years ago.
“Should I keep going?” I huskily murmured, grazing my nose and lips along the slope of her soft, silky neck until I reached the tender spot right beneath her ear and jawline. “Or do I need to finger fuck you from behind to finally put an end to your bullshit lies?”
As soon as she felt my fingers descending her hips, she slapped her hands over mine, shoving her ass against my cock.
The violins from the orchestra hit a high point in the ballad and she seductively slid down my body. In the same sinful movement, she rotated her hips up, never stopping her persistent sway of grinding her ass against my dick.
I growled, hastily shifting her to face me. Wrapping her left arm around my neck, I gripped her right thigh, hard, causing her to whimper before angling it up to the side of my body.
We stared deep into each other’s eyes and the intensity of the music took over, only adding to the craze of our diminishing self-control.
“You’re an asshole,” she viciously spewed, cocking her head to the side.
I leaned forward, close to her lips. “Well, Cherry. I’m your asshole.”
With that, I stepped back, taking her along with me. I held her close to my chest to steady her movement, our chests rose and fell as one.
Then all of a sudden, she tried to yank away from my grasp, but failing hard and fast. Quickly, I yanked the tie out of her hair, and wrapped them around her wrists to hold her hands up above her head against the wall behind us.
She hit it with a rough thud.
Completely at my mercy.
Her eyes shifted to my mouth, and she licked her lips. Fucking baiting me to kiss her.
“You’re forever mine,” I groaned, following the movement of her tongue.
The expression consuming her face was filled with so much intensity I could barely take it.
“Paige, I never meant to hurt you.”
She shook her head, causing her expression to harden right before my eyes.
“I’m not doing this with you again.”
“It’s only a matter of time before you let me back in and I’m not referring to your sweet pussy.”
“If only your brother could hear you say that. He’d be so damn proud.” I snidely remarked.
Instantly, I jerked back and let her go. Her mark hit me exactly where she intended it to. I watched her turn and leave me there on the dance floor.