“If my father was alive, I wouldn’t even be allowed to sit in this car with you,” she said. “He’d have killed you.”
“I know. It would have been tough. Our families were enemies, but now, Emma, you belong to me.”
“You’re really not holding back, are you?”
“I can’t hold back. If witnessing my brother’s pain and anguish is anything to go by, I’m not going to waste a moment. We’re here.”
He pulled up outside a nightclub. The line to get in the door was so long. As he pulled up, a valet opened her door.
Before the man could help her out though, Gideon was already there, moving him out of the way. He handed over his car keys. She expected him to go to the back of the line. She should have known better. A Denton didn’t wait for anything.
He led the way into the nightclub, which was so incredibly loud. The noise seemed to bounce off the walls, and the energy was thriving.
She looked all around, seeing some women and men in cages dancing. The floor was full to bursting as men and women danced. They were practically fucking each other.
Gideon took her right to the dance floor, pushing past some of the dancers as he kept a firm hold on her hand. Once he was at the center, he turned, holding her close. One of his knees slid between her thighs. The skirt she wore wasn’t tight, so as he rubbed against her pussy, the skirt went with the movement.
Biting her lip at the instant hit of pleasure, she stood confused.
He took control though. Taking her hands, he placed them on his shoulders, making her hold him as he cupped her hips.
The beat of the music flooded the dance floor, and she held onto him. He wouldn’t let her look away. His gaze captured her, holding her still as she watched him.
He leaned in close, his lips against her ear. “You’re perfect, you know that,” he said.
She shook her head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you just how perfect you are.”
He pulled back, and his hands began to slide up her body. One went to her cheek, cupping her face, the other to the back of her head.
His gaze landed on her lips as his leg started to move between her thighs. The instant beat of lust hit her between the thighs, and there was no holding back. She was just waiting as pleasure upon pleasure erupted within her. She’d never felt such arousal before.
Slowly, she began to thrust her hips, moving herself to the beat that was also rubbing his thigh as she did.
He lowered his head, and as he kissed her lips, he pulled her into this almost trance. His tongue traced across her lips, and she gripped his shoulders. She had no intention of pushing him away.
The hand on her cheek moved back down, only this time it didn’t go to her hip. He moved down to her ass, squeezing the flesh. She moaned into the kiss, tasting him, wanting him.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips to her ear once again.
“Are you wet for me?”
She nodded.
This had to be the most rebellious thing she’d ever done in her entire life. Kissing a guy that was once her enemy. Now she wanted him. He loved her. She belonged to him, and she didn’t want to stop him.
Everything was moving so incredibly fast, but for the first time in her life, she didn’t care. She wanted this. His kisses. His hands all over her body.
She wanted it all.
Was it selfish? Probably but she wasn’t about to stop this, didn’t want to stop it.
As he continued to rub between her thighs, the friction wasn’t enough.
The song changed, moving into one and then the other, and another. Each and every song washed over them.
This wasn’t enough.
She was tired of being a virgin.
It was on the tip of her tongue for him to take her home, but she didn’t want to break the connection.
She enjoyed his company, and she didn’t want to end that. Stepping back into the Denton household would bring back the pain of Landon, and break this spell forever. She didn’t want that.
Holding him close, she relished the time they had.
Because, no matter what, she wanted out, and one day, she’d escape.
****
Closing the door to Owen and Wyatt’s apartment, Gideon saw the confusion on her face.
“I thought we were going back to your place.”
“Your brothers are spending the night back at my family home. They’re helping out with Landon. That leaves this place free, and I figured you’d want some time to yourself.” He wanted to strip her down and fuck her.
From the look in her eyes, she wanted that too.
She didn’t love him. Not yet. But her attraction was clear to see.
He didn’t mind for her to be attracted to him, but he wanted it all. The picket fence, all of it.