Thief:A Bad Boy Romance(116)

 

Hey, besides, I’m family, right?

 

 

 

 

 

15.

 

 

 

 

 

The room is dark, the music low, throbbing and muted. I feel the glass of champagne offered to me upon entering already racing through my bloodstream. I might be wearing a mask, but it feels like every single person here is looking right through me and seeing who I REALLY am. It’s thrilling, and a rush…

 

…And also terrifying.

 

The whole place is rich and elegant, and full of rich and elegant people, some of whom are already pairing off in dark corners. Some aren’t even going to the dark corners, and I can feel myself blush under the mask as a man slowly begins to disrobe a woman in a deep blue dress right in the middle of the room on a couch.

 

Jesus, what on Earth am I doing here, and how the hell did I let Jessica talk me into this? This isn’t even “out of my element”, this is another PLANET far away from normalcy.

 

I feel a shiver that isn’t quite the good kind run up my back as see more than a few men around the room looking my way. They’re peering at me through masks in the sultry light of the room and grinning wolfishly at me, as if they can smell how nervous I am and know damn well that I don’t belong here.

 

The pang of sudden uncomfortable fear strikes deep inside me, and suddenly, I have more than a few reservations about coming here tonight. This isn’t me, at all, and suddenly I’m not so sure I should be here at all.

 

I whirl to look for Jess, but she’s already being led away to another room by a man in a tuxedo and a mask. Then the fear, the hungry looks, the music, the champagne, and the lights start to blur as I feel panic rising in my chest. Twosomes, threesomes and moresomes disrobe out in the open and I’m frozen, just staring at them.

 

One of the men from across the room grins at me wolfishly as he starts to move towards me, and I whirl again, desperately seeking an exit.

 

And I whirl into HIM.

 

“Hey,” his voice is deep and gruff, and yet somehow it eases me as he puts his hand up, palms out as he peers into my face.

 

“Hey, are you okay?” He’s actually concerned, or at least looks that way with his mask on. I can see white teeth flash across his strong, chiseled jaw, and my eyes drop to the tuxedo he wears and the way it stretches tight across muscular shoulders and a strong-looking chest.

 

But it’s the eyes that grab me the most; the brightest, most piercing blue eyes I’ve ever seen in my life.

 

And somehow, I feel safe with him. Somehow in the middle of this madness unfolding around us, I suddenly feel grounded with him there in front of me.

 

“I’m— Yeah, I’m fine.”

 

He grins at me. A roguish sort of smirk that somehow has me grinning right back before his eyes suddenly dart to something behind me.

 

“Walk the fuck away, right now.”

 

I freeze as I feel his hand slide possessively over my hip, but when he pulls me close, I can feel my heart skip as my hand instinctively goes to rest on his muscular chest.

 

I turn to see the man with the wolfish grin standing there, glaring at my stranger.

 

“She’s with me,” my mysterious knight in shining armor growls, and the man finally gives another sneer before simply walking away.

 

I don’t actually know what it is that finally has me tearing at his clothes and hungrily kissing him like we’re the last people on Earth not twenty minutes later. The fear turned to something more urgent? The place itself and viewing that whole night through shades of sex? Or maybe just the raw power of my stranger; the way he makes me feel utterly protected, and yet totally dominated at the same time. The way he makes me feel ALIVE when he looks at me, or on fire when he touches me.

 

Or maybe I really did just want to get laid that night.

 

In any case, it’s not the why that I’m thinking about later that night in the present, there in the Lincoln bedroom of the White House, it’s the what.

 

Because as much as I hate to admit it even to myself, that night and what happened are all I can think about as I lie there, naked in my bed.

 

Hunter is all I can think about like some sort of sex-starved maniac as I slide a finger deep into my pussy and toss my head back against the sheets to moan while picturing his fat cock driving deep inside of me.

 

I picture us back in that private room, and I’m tearing that tuxedo off his perfect body, and he’s yanking the dress down over my shoulders and letting it drop to my feet. His mouth is on mine, bruising my lips with a raw, animal hunger that has me melting into him. He stirs to life this aching desire pooling between my legs.