She opens her mouth only to close it again. I can see the wheels spinning in her head as curiosity wins.
“What were you going to say?”
She swallows again, her shoulders shifting into an uncomfortable-looking position.
“Amore,” I chide.
She meets my gaze again with a little more confidence this time. “What was behind those curtains?”
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know she’s referring to Delirium. I purposely avoided answering questions because she doesn’t need to know about that place. She’s perfect, untainted, and untouched by the lifestyle behind those walls. I want her to stay as such despite how badly I crave breaking her. There are things she doesn’t need to know, things she should never see. It won’t help what I have to do, so I stand and return to my own chair.
Arloe grips my wrist before I can get away. “Don’t do that,” she pleads. “Don’t shut me out.”
I let out a deep breath. “Continue reading to me,” I say to avoid her words.
Before I know it, she’s on her feet and yanks the book from me, tossing it in the now empty seat. She’s challenging me, and I know it’s the liquor she’s consumed that makes her feel so brave. With her breasts pushed into me, she reaches for my hand while keeping her eyes on me. I allow her to lace our fingers together, loving the feel of her soft touch against my rougher one. She’s perfect—and if I give in, she’ll be perfectly broken.
“What’s behind the curtains, Easton?”
I don’t respond, all I can do is stare at her.
“I researched it. I know it’s some sort of lifestyle place—a sex club, isn’t it?”
Still, I remain silent.
Arloe is stroking my forearm now, a trail of heat igniting in her path and settling in my chest. A low groan builds in my throat when she palms my chest.
“Have you been behind those curtains, Easton? With that woman you were talking to at Emilio’s party?”
“I’ve told you, jealousy isn’t an option,” I add a tad harsher than I mean to.
“Then tell me. Show me.”
I flinch at her request, my willpower rapidly fading with each second.
“That’s enough, Arloe.”
“You said my logic is fictional…then show me something real. Let me see you, Easton.”
I stroke her cheek quietly, and let my touch fall to her neck. Her hair is in the way again, the sight of it reminding me that she’s disobeyed me—for the second time.
“You don’t want that, amore. You don’t need to be involved in my life.” It’s the honest truth, she needs to be as far away from me as humanly possible. And just like earlier, I hate myself. I should have let her leave, and never darkened her doorstep again. But I’m greedy and a glutton for the very thing I know I’ll never have.
Now, it’s too late, she’ll surely be my next victim.
“You don’t believe that any more than I do. I can handle it, I want to know you.” She tries to touch my face, but I stop her.
“You don’t.” I turn away, but she pulls me by the wrist, yanking me to her.
She lifts on her toes, kissing me before I can escape again. I jerk back, peering down at her, my mind racing, my heart pounding, and my dick growing harder. A split second later, I take her mouth, rough and hard, sloppy and wet. Soon her soft moans drown out the music pouring from the speakers.
“Show me, Easton,” she begs again.
I growl and fist her top while molding our bodies together.
“I can handle it—whatever it is.”
She can’t. I know she can’t. But I’m unable to stop now. I need her, to be inside her, to claim her body and mark it as mine…even if this will be our first and only time.
I cinch my hands around her hips and lift her. She wraps her legs around me and snakes her arms around my neck. I kiss her mouth, then her chin, but her hair stops me from sucking at her neck the way I want. I grunt in frustration while maneuvering us to the pool table.
Arloe cups my face to bring our mouths back together and wiggles in my grasp. I dig my fingers into her ass as if it’ll help strengthen the hold I have on her, but really, I just like the feel of her.
My knees hit the pool table, and I shift slightly to plant her back on her feet. Our embrace never wavers; instead, I grow more aggressive, hungrier for her taste. She’s sweet, just the way I remember, but my head spins from the lingering smell of alcohol on her breath.
“Fuck me, Easton,” she murmurs against my tongue.
I suck hers into my mouth to silence her. No talking. The only sounds I need her to make are moans, cries, or whimpers—but no words.
“No talking,” I say it out loud this time.
“I—”
She starts to speak again, but I quickly flip her around and forcefully bring her back to my chest. She yelps out of reflex but pushes her ass against my dick. It throbs in the space between her ass, barricaded between her jeans and my pants.
With a hand around her throat, I slap the side of her ass so hard it echoes off the wall of my skull.
I groan from the impact, aching to do it again. But I can tell from the way she flinched that I’ll need to brace myself.
“Don’t talk, or I’ll make it hurt.”
“I just—”
I slap her ass again, and this time she grinds against my crotch. I go to bite her neck for the second time, but her fucking hair is in the way. Releasing her neck, I lace my fingers in her hair, putting it high above her head, wasting no time biting into her neck. Arloe hisses then moans when I lick the mark I just put on her skin.
“This is the second time you’ve disobeyed me.” I tug, tilting her head back, and she stares up at me, her neck bobbing when she swallows.
She grabs my thigh, her wrist brushing along my free hand, and I feel something around her wrist. I lift her arm, and it’s one of those hair ties. I grit my teeth, realizing she did so on purpose. Just like the first time I told her to wear her hair up and she chose to defy my wishes. She wanted to see what I would do, just like now, why else would she have a hair tie on her arm?
I pull it off and manage to fix her hair into a messy bun. Some of it falls down her back, but I don’t care enough to try to fix it. Gripping her neck, I tilt her head to kiss her before releasing her lips with a pop.
“You wanna know me, amore?”
She nods sheepishly.
“I don’t like repeating myself.” I slap the side of her ass again.
She flinches and whimpers, the soft cry fueling my libido. She settles into me and I rub the spot I just hit, but she tenses up again when I snake my arm around her waist and roughly cup her pussy.
Her sex is hot, just like the rest of her body. I touch her clit through her jeans, and her head falls back, her ass pushing against my cock again. Flashes of her on my brother’s desk, fully sated and eager to come on my fingers resurface, and I can’t get her undressed fast enough.
I grab her right breast with my left hand, kneading her small tits while working to undo her pants with my other hand.
She’s dripping wet. I slip my fingers behind the hem of her pants, her clit already swollen to the touch. I spread her lips with my thumb and middle finger then stroke her hood with my index.
“Mm.” She arches into me, her body immediately relaxing in my grasp.