“I feel so close to you right now, it’s a force field…” I sang the words totally off key and had it not been for the volume of the music, everyone would’ve been covering their ears.
The alcohol was settling into my veins, and slowly but surely, I found myself wandering out onto the dance floor. People surrounded me in masses as our bodies moved against one another’s. Nothing mattered at this moment more than spreading my wings and being free.
For the first time in months, I wasn’t afraid, I wasn’t ashamed—I was just me. My hair stuck to my skin as my body became encased in a shell of sweat. Then I felt him. I didn’t have to see him to know he was there. My heart tugged to him. My body yearned for him. I continued to move to the beat, wondering how he had found me.
“Piccolo…” His sweet voice sounded like a deep ocean and had me melting like chocolate. Why was I mad at him again?
“Alzerro King…” I slurred my words but only slightly. His hands encompassed my hips as he pushed his own to meet my movements. His whole body was against mine as I moved. Our hearts beat as one as his thrusts became so much more. His length pressed firmly into my ass told me I had some kind of hold on him still.
“Ahhh….” I moaned unable to contain the pleasure claiming me.
“Believe me, I know…” he whispered against my skin as his hands roamed my body moving me to the rhythm he wanted. I was hyperaware of my clenching pussy and my need for him was almost starving.
“I’m sorry, Bree. I’m so fucking sorry I allowed you to run without following. I’m sorry you think me loving you might not be enough.” I could hear the suffering in his voice. Pushing back against him, he gripped me hard. If he were sorry, he would have to prove it.
Rubbing my ass into his groin did me no good when it came to me feeding my own needs.
“Slow down, beautiful,” he growled, taking my earlobe in-between his teeth. Slow down? If anything, I needed to speed up.
Whirling around so I could face him, I rubbed my hand between his legs. He was more than ready for me. He was straining against his pants, and by the look in his eyes, I could tell I was playing with fire.
“If you’re truthfully sorry…. prove it.” I leaned into his face whispering the words in his ear. A fire was ignited within me. As much as I wanted to be mad at Devon for giving away our location, I knew I couldn’t be. He had given me this small sliver of happiness in this world of chaos… With a gift like that, I couldn’t be mad.
“Oh, I will, Piccolo… I fucking will…” His lips found my neck, and in a flash, I was melting into a puddle of mush. My resistance to him was nothing. The bites, kisses, and sucks of my own flesh were all that could be heard. His hands skimmed over my body until they landed on my ass. With one quick movement, he had me wrapping my legs around his waist.
I didn’t care we were in a club or there could be people looking at us. No. All I cared about was Zerro proving to me how sorry he was. In a matter of seconds, we were pushing through what I could assume was a back door. My back slammed against a brick wall as his mouth assaulted mine in a manner saying everything he couldn’t.
Pulling away just slightly, he bit my lip causing me to groan. “If you run from me again, I will spank you until your ass cheeks glow red. Then I’ll fuck you like I hate you… Got it?” He commanded my attention, and my pussy purred in appreciation. Instead of saying yes, I nodded my head, my eyes glowing with a deep need.
“Good, now release from me. I’m fucking you the way I want to.” I smirked a little. I released my legs slowly, sliding down the wall. Once I found my footing, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the alleyway.
“Fucking me the way you want to?” I teased him, hoping just for a smidge of the darkness in his eyes.
“The. Way. I. Fucking. Want. To.” He turned growling at me, making sure I heard every single word he had said. My insides tingled with desires far darker than I had ever wanted. In this new world, life could be pulled from you in a second.
A walked next to him casually as if I wasn’t walking to my impending death by fucking. Our footsteps echoed on the pavement, and around the back of the lot, we came to a stop in front of a sleek car. It said ‘I have money,’ and it looked like sex on wheels.
“Where did you get this?” I asked curiously as I ran my hand across the hood. My pussy clenched at the very thought of being taken against the hood of the car.
“Where I got it from doesn’t matter nearly as much as what I’m going to do with you in it,” he exclaimed, a dark one-sided smile crossing his face. I took one step covering the distance between us.