She stepped towards me, cheeks burning bright as she registered my laughter. She wasn’t good enough, and she knew it. Not for me.
The embarrassment and shame on her face made me want her more. But not enough.
The crowd thrusted forward as another song started up and removed me from her view. I wasted no time and slipped away, weaving my way between the bodies.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer to the bitch of a temptress across the floor with every breath and every step.
My cock was swollen in my pants, and it wasn’t for the clumsy bitch that I’d left behind. It was for the woman in front of me, the beautiful virgin whore, who didn’t yet know she was a whore.
She was swaying on her feet, holding her beer up high, and the fool at her side was swaying along with her, tipping his head to the beat.
I could’ve stepped up behind her and slit her throat without a word. I could’ve slipped away before people even knew what had happened, out of there in a flash as the room ran wild with panic.
I could’ve, but I didn’t. I didn’t want that. It would be too much of a waste. Far too much of a waste.
I wanted to see her pain with my reflection in her eyes. Slowly. Oh, so slowly.
I wanted to take her as mine as she moaned and murmured and begged.
It was a dark thrill in my gut as I stepped up behind her, close enough to catch her scent. Orchids and plums were wafting from her perfume, just like at Tinsley’s ball. It only added to the zing inside me as it brought the memories pounding back. The feeling of her body, so willing against mine. Her mouth so wet and hungry. Her pussy so wet and so needy.
I wanted that again.
I wanted her again.
I stayed in position behind her, feeling her heat as she moved. So close. So fucking close.
The song finished and the prick by her side leaned down to her, and the silence between the tracks was enough that I could hear his words.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on him later,” he said, and Elaine laughed.
“Let’s hope he wants your hands on him, then,” she replied.
Interesting.
It was becoming apparent that everything about that woman was interesting, even the gay guy she was hanging out with.
I couldn’t deny the relief at affirming the guy really had no road into her pussy. I saw no lust in her eyes as he smiled down at her, nothing but . . . friendship. Genuine friendship . . . so I made a note of him as a potential ransom figure. Tristan. He must be the Tristan from the calendar listing.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, and it was in the way she melted into him that showed me affection between them.
It was insane, just how the sight of that flared up in me. How the way she touched him made me hungry for her to touch me like that. I didn’t understand her impact on me, and I didn’t want to. There was nothing I wanted other than the thrill of breaking her and staring into the hate in her eyes, burning as brightly as mine ever would. The very thought of wanting more than that gave me shivers.
The bass started up again, and the two of them started up their swaying along with it, whooping their arms above their heads. That’s when I did it. That’s when I made the move to close that final sliver of distance. I pressed up tight behind my blonde Constantine bitch, letting out one single breath against her cheek as I put my hands on her waist and pushed on by.
It was fast. One tiny heartbeat in the thrum of the room. But it was enough.
It was enough that she tensed. Enough that she turned. Enough that I felt her eyes searching after me as I disappeared into the darkness of the crowd.
I waited until there were a number of people between us before I turned back to face her, far enough away that she could never be quite certain who I was. Not amongst the dancing, and the cheering, and the flashing of the club lights all around.
Yet again, it was just enough.
She saw me.
I felt it. Sensed it. Wanted it.
I met her eyes through the shadows and the flashes of neon, and I held her gaze in mine.
Yes. She saw me.
She stopped moving. Dead in her tracks. Eyes open wide.
The guy at her side stopped moving and turned towards her, trying to work out what she was staring at.
But no.
He’d never manage it.
Terence Kingsley was already walking away.8ElaineNo. It couldn’t be.
My heart was pounding, and my breath caught in my throat, and I couldn’t stop staring. Couldn’t stop the waves of panic flying through my veins.