“Hey, Godric!” a flirty voice cuts through the noise, and I look up. Heart-shaped face, thin lips, and platinum blond hair. She’s topless, a pair of unbuttoned shorts barely covering her ass, and no shoes.
Raising a brow, I take a deep breath and rip my eyes from her big breast with dark nipples to her dark eyes. I don’t think I realized how much I missed titties until now. I grab at her waist, pulling her between my legs, needing female companionship tonight more than a party. I could tie her up, dominate her in ways her body would never forget. That would be fun.
She rests her hand on my cut and smiles up at me, and all I can think about is grasping her fucking throat until fear flashes in her eyes. Fuck, what is wrong with me? I never used to be like this with Bella. But when I think about the sex I had with Bella, it was mundane. I was happy with it then, but I’ve changed. I want different things now, I guess.
“You look really good tonight, God,” she says with a large smile, speaking to me as if she knows me, but I can’t for the life of me remember her.
Noticing my confusion, her mouth pops open, and she playfully slaps at me.
“It’s me, Tye. Remember?” My hands rub up her back, desperately wanting to grab her tits. “We fooled around here and there before I moved to L.A.?”
Oh, yeah. I cheated on my girlfriend with this babe. In my defense, I was drunk every time I was with her, and probably a terrible lay, but I do remember now.
“That’s right! Tye…” I lay on the charm. Her skin isn’t as smooth as I remember, and her eyes not as vibrant. Maybe things looked greener when they’re forbidden, because now that she’s available, she’s not that hot. All I want from her is a little kink and to get off.
“So, I heard—” The air in the room shifts, and I look over Tye’s shoulder, blocking her out as she goes on about rumors about me. The lights slice through the smog and smoke, landing on a familiar face—one that looks lost and has me done with Tye. Sharp cheeks, plump lips. The women at the point the other night.
“Excuse me,” I interrupt Tye and step around her to go find out what Monet is doing here. The entire club is a blur as I push my way through to get to her. Her flowery perfume hits me before I’m four feet from her, and my dick swells in my pants. She turns toward me, as if she senses me. Her eyes slowly lift, finding mine, and her cheeks turn a shade of red.
Inches from her, I have the advantage of cornering her against the wall. Placing my hand above her, I tuck her in underneath me and stare down into her eyes, neither of us saying a word. Not that we’d be able to hear each other this close to the speakers. Her tongue darts out, licking her lips, and my hand balls into a fist. This woman does things to me I don’t understand. I want to hold her close, but something inside me wants to hurt her at the same time. Like a flame wanting to embrace a flower, I can’t help what I am, and singe it until it collapses into something dark and ugly.
Someone knocks into my back, pushing me into Monet. My chest inflates with rage, and I spin around. Bellamy grins at me, Tye under his arm. Didn’t take her long to find someone else’s bed to warm tonight. Running my hands through my hair, I give him a glare, silently telling him to get it together, then turn back to Monet, but she’s gone. My eyes dart around the room, hopping from face to face, only to come up empty. My head snaps to the front door as it closes.
Pushing through the crowd, I shove open the door, finding her waiting, her hand on her hip, a sassy smile on her face, as if she was expecting me to come out here and look for her. My stomach clinches at the thought of me actually chasing a woman. I’ve never had to do that. It’s usually the other way around. Yet, here I am, under the night sky, with a strange woman who has me feeling…dangerous with want. Who is this siren?
“Why are you here, Monet?” Lowering my head, my hair falls into my eyes. I slide my palms against one another while looking her up and down. Her purplish top outlines her tits perfectly, and the shorts she’s wearing allow me access to those long, creamy legs. She tucks a piece of reddish-brown hair behind her ear, a black bandana wrapped around her wrist.