“Aren’t you intrigued by what’s happening in the bowels of this building?” He laughed softly, daring to brush his lips across mine. “Do you want to see hot, sweaty bodies fucking, or would you prefer to participate in a kinky orgy? Maybe you’d enjoy remaining a voyeur. Huh? Maybe you’d like to feel the lash of a whip or be chained naked for the entire party to see. Do you crave humiliation? Would you enjoy if I force you onto all fours, collared and leashed?”
When I didn’t say anything, he gently stroked his finger down the side of my face.
“You’re a psychopath,” I hissed. Oh, great. Entice him even more.
“We’re just men who appreciate a beautiful woman. And you are exquisite.”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a wave of vibrations through me. Why didn’t his words make me sick? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to turn my head, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“I will enjoy having you as a little pet.”
Pet? The man was absolutely out of his mind. Or he knows about your stories. “Fuck. You.” I needed to get the hell out of here.
“We’ll get to that. I promise you. Every hole will be used appropriately, leaving you wet and sore.”
Rage tore through me and I jerked my arm back and cracked it across his face. He didn’t react, other than the fire in his eyes burning brighter.
Then he yanked my arms over my head, easily wrapping one massive hand around both wrists. He took a few seconds, allowing his heated gaze to fall, enjoying the fact that he was tormenting me.
“You shouldn’t have done that, but I do like a girl with spirit. It makes breaking them much tastier.”
Breaking me. I’d been lured to the party on purpose. I was certain of it. Why? Was Kennedy in on it? If so, why warn me?
“What do want from me?”
“Mmm… your total compliance. Eventually, your complete surrender.”
“A cold day in hell will occur first.” My mouth was dry, my throat starting to close. This entire thing had been nothing but a setup. But for what purpose?
His laugh was throaty, insinuating raw danger as well as primal needs.
Why were my nipples aching, straining against the soft material of my dress?
“That can be arranged, but not before you’re well used.”
I was sick to my stomach, but more so because something stirred deep in my core, a red-hot moment of arousal that embarrassed me. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Weston. And I live up to my name. Are you my little prey, beautiful Ava ? I think you are.” He captured my mouth, and I did what I could to push him away. My actions were worthless. When he tried to shove his tongue past my lips, I managed to keep him from doing so, still wiggling in his hold. Then he pressed his thumb under my chin, the move forcing my mouth to open. He thrust his tongue inside, the kiss rough and passionate.
My heart thudded against my chest, raw and filthy images floating through my mind.
This was just like what I’d written. Oh, God. This was nothing but a game.
The taste of him was sweeter than I’d anticipated. I’d thought someone so vile would taste of acid and bark. Instead, the hint of peppermint and bourbon infused my senses along with his lingering scent of sandalwood and spices, a toxic combination. I was lightheaded, more from the continued pressure he was using. When I realized that I’d arched my back and my fists were clenching his shirt in my fingers, I was mortified.
How could I feel anything other than repulsion for this bastard of a man?
He dominated my tongue, acting as if I belonged to him. Then he slipped his hand under my dress as he used his knee to force my legs open further. I wanted to be repulsed by the touch of a stranger’s hand, but I wasn’t. Another series of electrified sensations shot through me. For the first time in my life, someone was touching me intimately, and it felt so good, igniting the darkness inside.
The kiss became more passionate, his tongue sweeping back and forth aggressively. He rolled the tip of his finger across the front of my thong, and I moaned into his mouth. A part of me was sick inside, but the dazzling vibrations humming through my body accepted his forceful gesture. How could I feel so electric inside when everything about the man was something I abhorred? I arched my back, struggling with the emotions even as electric jolts jetted through every cell.
He toyed with me, sliding his finger up and down the thin lace, obviously able to tell my panties were soaked. When he jerked my thong to the side, easing his hand underneath, another wave of lust curtailed any rational thoughts. The moment he touched my clit, flicking the tip of his finger back and forth, I felt my knees buckling. No. This couldn’t happen. I wasn’t this kind of girl, and especially not with a man who made my skin crawl.
He wasn’t taking no for an answer, teasing then pinching my clit until my entire body was on fire, the need unstoppable.
I started to fight him even as he thrust his fingers inside, pumping several times. Every cell in my body was suddenly ablaze, my pulse skipping. No. No. Even though I’d longed to have someone in my life, it wasn’t about this.
Or him, no matter if he was a perfect god.
Yet I couldn’t get free from his hold as the man collected my moans in his mouth and rubbed his thumb around my clit, pumping hard and fast into my pussy. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the wildfire spinning out of control.
He broke the kiss, a low growl rumbling from his chest. “That’s it, little pet.” He was goading me into a climax, and I couldn’t seem to stop the madness.
My body betrayed me completely as tingles erupted into white-hot pinging stabs of heat.
“Oh. Oh… I can’t. I just…”
“Sshhh… This is a gift, good girl. Take it. It’s only the beginning.”
His voice was melodic, luring me into a nightmare that I couldn’t evacuate from. But even worse, I wasn’t certain I wanted to. I lolled my head, unable to stop the freight train. An orgasm tore through me, and I bit back a scream, aware that several people had walked past, watching my humiliation occur. I’d lost myself completely to the rapture, bucking against his hand just like I’d envisioned myself doing.
He never blinked, the edges of his lips curling.
“What a very good girl indeed.”
His praise was surprisingly appealing, tiny prickles dancing across my skin as a warm flush swept up from my throat.
When he finally backed away, I was breathless, my heart thudding against my chest. My eyes were hazy, but I watched as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, the slurping sound exaggerated but strangely arousing.
“I was right. Very sweet.”
“You’re… terrible.”
“Yes, I am. Be careful, little fawn. There are beasts crawling in these hallways. I wouldn’t want to see you get eaten.”
Suddenly, I found my resolve and maybe a little of my lost mind.
“Are you out of your mind? Who the hell do you think you are?” While I tried to push away from him, he had me crowded against the wall, one leg casually pressed against mine. He wrapped his hand around my throat for a second time, and I felt a hitch in my chest, panic rising to the surface. Once again, I refused to provide him with a second of satisfaction that he’d unnerved me, glaring in his eyes with utter defiance. Everything about him screamed control and power, the corded muscles in his neck straining.
“I’m one of the hosts for the evening. It would seem you’ve been a naughty guest, snooping where you don’t belong. The things you could see might make you go blind.”
There was no doubt Jonas had seen my face. Another trickle of fear pounded my system, but I refused to let Weston see how scared I was. At this point, the objective was to get the hell out of here in one piece. “I was looking for my friend. Maybe you’re right in that one of your Neanderthal assholes plans on eating her.”
He laughed, finally releasing his hold on my neck. I took a deep breath, mesmerized by what appeared to be a luminescent glow in his eyes. However, the look on his face was pure evil.
“Nah, darlin’. Kennedy already belongs to us. She knows we can do anything we want. We own her.”
Jesus. The sense of entitlement was worse than I was used to, even at a school where the kids wore an attitude like an allowance given their stature in life. “You can’t own a person, or did you skip out on your history lessons? You certainly don’t appear that intelligent.” I knew I was pressing my luck, but maybe if I ruffled his feathers, he’d leave me alone since I refused to be one of his groupies.
The look of amusement on his face faded. “I suggest you watch your mouth.”
“Why? I can do and say anything I want since I’m a free woman.”
He pulled away a few feet, and I took that as the single chance I’d get to run. I didn’t make it more than three feet before he snagged my arm, yanking me toward him with my back against his chest. As he ground his hips, pressing his throbbing cock into my bottom, I hissed, doing what I could to elbow him.
“I’ve been patient so far, sweet Ava , but a man can only handle so much. I suggest you learn your place.”