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NOT SEEING HER FOR three days was bad enough, but watching her as she danced was it for me. I’d seen them when they arrived and I fought the urge to go to her then, hoping that she would seek me out. No such luck, in fact, I’m pretty sure she was avoiding me on purpose. I wanted to rip Gage’s hands off for touching her, but Sig was right. I needed to suck it up and let her be who she was. I was beginning to understand that now, but her blatantly flaunting herself was not something I could abide by. I grabbed a couple beers from the bar and headed over to the threesome that was getting too much attention from the crowd. My fiancé had her tongue down the throat of a girl in front of everyone. My insides roared, and my eyes landed on Gage, who was dancing up behind who I assumed was Tawny, he saw me and his wide grin dropped. He slid his arms around the woman and pulled her back, breaking the kiss as he spun her around. Rayne let out a loud laugh as her eyes settled on me. She put out her hand as she continued to twist and writhe, her fingers calling me to her. I stood in front of her as she took one of the beers, then slid her body down the length of mine slowly. I groaned as she dragged her hands up my legs, her body begging me to move with her. I chugged the beer, throwing it on the floor, my hands connecting with her sides and down to her hips. She grasped my hands, pulling them around her as she backed into me, her ass pressed against my cock.
“You smell so fucking good.” I ground my teeth as I whispered in her ear. “And this dress...” She pulled my hands down between her thighs, letting out a low moan.
“Do you like?” She turned to me just as I was getting comfortable. I grabbed her by the ass, pulling her against my hardon. “Hmm, seems so. It’s too bad you’re such a dick.” She shoved me hard enough that I fell, the shockwave of her force push knocking me down.
I scrambled to get up, my eyes not losing her in the crowd as she headed for the bar. I grabbed her, using my speed to lock her in my arms. I dragged her out the back exit, where very few people were gathered.
“Get the fuck off me!” She growled. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Ryane, please stop this. I know I fucked up, but come on,” I pleaded, reaching for her. She put up her hands to keep me at a distance.
“You don’t get it. These last few days, they’ve been such a relief. Not wondering if I was displeasing you, or worrying if you were going to be in another mood. I’ve eaten what I wanted, drank when I wanted to, worked and fucked how I like to.”
“Okay, so you’ve had your fun. It’s time to stop this. I think I’ve been punished enough.”
“Oh my God! Keegan, don’t you understand this isn’t about punishing you? It’s about finding me and where I stand. I’m sick of feeling like property. I’m a woman, a living breathing, feeling entity. Not something for you to control!” She was roaring even as the tears streamed down her face.
“I’m sorry if this has been difficult. But don’t throw us away over something we can fix.” The idea that this could be our end ripped me apart.
“Do you think I haven’t yearned for you? Ached in my very center for you? Of course I have, but Keegan I’m not Charles! I’m never going to bring you your slippers between my teeth and relish in a pat on the head for good behavior! I told you when we started, fifty-fifty.”
“I know. You’re right. Fuck, I know you’re right.” Her tears sent her mascara down her cheeks as she stood there defeated. The sight killed me. “I don’t want to lose you. But if you need to be free...” I swallowed hard, my clenched fists relaxed. “No... I won’t let you go.” I grabbed her, pushing her into the wall. She tried to fight against me, pushing at my chest.
“Keegan get off of me,” she spat, digging her nails into my arms.
“No. You’ve ignored me for days, refused to answer my calls. You judged me without hearing me out. You’ll hear me now.” I grabbed her hands, pinning them up above her head. “I didn’t tell you what happened or what I did because I didn’t want that dark part of me to touch you. I know you think that my wanting to possess you is selfish, and you are right, it is. It’s very selfish. I’m a selfish person. I get what I want. Do you understand that? Until you there was no bending, no surrendering of myself. It was always about my pleasure, my thirst. My darkest needs. You...” I took a deep breath; her scent was intoxicating. “You are a light that pierces through the darkest parts of me. The parts I don’t want touching you. I don’t want to sully or stain you with the filth that surrounds me.”
“You’re hurting me,” she pleaded, staring into my eyes, her blue irises flashing.
“Yes, but now you like it.” I parted her legs with my knee, leaning into her. “My passions are darker than I have allowed you to see, I have brutality in me, and I can’t afford to let it out around you. I don’t want you to see the monster that I really am.”
“You think I don’t know? That I can’t feel it?” She lifted her head toward me, licking her lips. “I’m in this with you. I feel the violence under the skin as much as you and it excites me.” She lunged for me, her lips colliding with mine. I pressed into her, letting her hands go. “Fuck me, right here,” she commanded, shimmying out of her panties and lifting her hem. “Right now.”
I lifted her leg as she went for my zipper, releasing my aching cock. With a hard thrust, I made her gasp my name. I was deep inside of her, right where I belonged.