I remain seated in Ivan’s lap, drinking my drink and watching the rest of the party goers. I go to take another drink and realize the bottle’s empty. I frown, tipping it back against my tongue, but Devin’s already on it. In seconds, he’s got me a second one, and I give him a shy smile, feeling bad that he went all the way into the kitchen to get me another drink. I’m sure if I asked Ivan, he’d had gone, but it just shows how much Devin cares about making me feel welcome in the group.
“Are you enjoying your drinks, Kitten?” Ivan askes as he, too, watches the other party goers.
“They’re good. I’ve never really got drunk before,” I admit with a giggle.
Ivan chuckles. “It’s not really anything fun. You might feel good now, but by morning, you’ll be hating yourself.”
“I hope not,” I whine. “I really like these.” I wave the bottle in front of his face. I’m pretty sure I’m on my third bottle now. I’ve been feeling a little funny since my last one, but a good kind of funny. It feels as if my worries have been lifted off my shoulders.
Without reason, Ivan’s hold on my hips tighten and his finger dig into my skin almost painfully. I turn to look at him and when I see the look on his face, the good mood I saw there just a few minutes ago vanishes. I follow his death stare across the room to Roman, who is snorting some white powder into his nose off the kitchen table.
“I’ll be right back,” Ivan growls and pushes me off his lap and onto the couch. I frown, knowing that there is most likely going to be a fight. I watch him stalk over to Roman, grab him by the arm, and drag him out into the hallway. I can hear Roman’s loud voice booming through the crowd, but I don’t know what he’s saying and honestly, I don’t care.
I sit there by myself for a few minutes, feeling awkward without Ivan with me. All of this is so new to me, I don’t know what I should do. I finish yet another bottle of the delicious beverage, but Devin is nowhere to be seen. I suppose I’ll just go and get myself one then. I move to the couch, but as soon as I’m standing on my feet, I realize that my steps are unsure and a bit wobbly.
Maybe another bottle isn’t such a good idea. The buzz I have right now is good enough for me. Maybe if it wears off a little bit, I’ll have another one. I turn to make my way back to the couch, half leaning against the wall and find myself face to face with some guy who was apparently standing behind me this whole time. A tiny squeal escapes me, and I almost drop the empty bottle to the floor.
Thank goodness my hand-eye coordination is on point even with me drinking. The last thing I need is to get another cut.
“Sorry.” The nameless man holds up his hands. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s okay.” I catch my breath. “I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be directly behind me.” I give him a smile. I cover my mouth with a hand as a hiccup slips past my lips.
Another man comes up to us, slapping the guy I almost ran into on his back. “Hey, buddy, haven't see you in a while.” Then his gaze swings directly to me the moment he notices I’m standing in front of them. “Who’s your friend?” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. Neither of the men seems harmful and for once, I feel like I can move out of my comfort zone, maybe even make some friends?
No one’s going to hurt me, I repeat to myself, letting the alcohol in my veins calm me.
“We actually just met… I’m Violet,” I tell them and hold out my hand.
“Oliver.” The guy I ran into takes my hand first, shaking it gently. I smile and turn my attention to the second guy. I’m just about to shake his hand when Ivan appears beside me. His gray eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them before, and I even feel a bit taken back by his presence.
“She’s taken,” he growls, dismissing the two men beside me, not even looking at them.
“Ivan.” I scold, as he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder caveman style. His grip is tight, and I grab onto the back of his shirt as he moves us through the house.
“Just like old times, Kitten.” He slaps a hand to my denim-covered ass cheek, making me squeal with pleasure and pain. “Except this time, you’re mine, all fucking mine, and no one can take you away from me. Not Rossi, not his fucking men... not even you could escape me if you tried.”
“You don’t own me,” I respond, feeling my insides turn to mush. My response earns me another hard smack and my pussy throbs. I want him… I want him so badly.
“Oh, but I do, Kitten. I own every single fucking inch of you and if you ever try and leave or escape me, I’ll find you and tie you to our bed.”
I squirm in his hold, realizing we’re moving farther away from the party. Obviously, he wants me just as badly as I want him.
“Show me. Show me that you own me,” I challenge. I want him to lose control, and I want him to let it out on me. I want to feel him in every single pore of my skin. Thinking about how he pushed me down in the hallway and fucked me on the floor from behind, how he dominated my body and made me work for the pleasure he was giving me, has me wiggling in his arms with need. I can feel how wet I am already, and I want to show him, prove to him how much I want and need him.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Kitten. Such a tiny little thing like you couldn’t handle the big beast inside of me.”
“I’m stronger than you think, and I want you,” I whimper as Ivan comes to a stop, opening our bedroom. He walks inside, tosses me on the bed, and slams the door shut behind him, twisting the lock into place. Darkness blankets the room, and then he flicks on the lamp beside the bed.
It emits a soft glow, and before I can take my next breath, Ivan is on me. He rips at my clothing without care, and I do the same, my hands unable to keep up with his. Peeling my jeans down my legs, I’m panting with need once the fabric hits the floor. He’s got me melting into a pool of molten lava, and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.
“Are you strong enough to handle what I want, Kitten? How deep can your claws sink into my skin? Deep enough to draw blood?” He rocks his hardness against me a few times before he unbuttons the button on his jeans.
“I’ve been gentle with you, and I always will be if that’s what you want, but I’ve been holding back and there are things I want to do to you…Very bad things, things that might hurt a little before they give you pleasure. Are you sure you want me to let go?”
My womb pulses, and I feel the wetness between my thighs dripping. Is it possible to come from just words alone? My nipples harden, and I roll my hips against him, showing him that this is exactly what I want.
That I want him to do bad things to me, to use my body for pleasure.
I want him to mark me, to be his completely.
“Yes, please,” I whimper, reaching for him, my fingers sliding across his bare abs and the still healing scar. “Please?”
He smirks, his eyes full of mischief. “Better get used to that, Kitten, because you’re going to be doing a lot of begging tonight.” He leans into me, his lips so close to mine that I can almost taste him, I nip at his bottom lip, feeling an electrical charge in the air.
Something’s changed between us; it’s almost like a power exchange is taken place. I trust Ivan with my heart, my mind, body, and soul, and I know he’d never hurt me. And now I’m giving myself to him completely, giving him all the power.