Chapter 35: Chapter 35.
"Didn’t think so."
His fingers brushed my jaw, light, teasing, maddening.
"You’ve never been fucked properly, have you?"
I blinked. My lips parted. I felt my breath catch.
"You’ve had fingers maybe. Maybe a cock once. But never like this. Never ruined. Never marked. Never made to scream until your throat’s raw and your pussy’s leaking down your thighs for hours after."
"God," I whimpered, because it was true. He didn’t even know . But he knew .
He leaned in again. This ti his lips brushed my ear.
"I’d split you open on this floor," he whispered. "I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget who brought you here."
My knees buckled.
He caught .
Held
up with one arm. Pressed
to his chest.
And fuck. I could feel his cock against my stomach now. Hard. It pulsed through his jeans. It was right there. I didn’t even want to think about how wet I was. How fast my pulse was going. How my body was begging to be taken.
"You sll like need," he growled. "And I haven’t even touched your pussy yet."
I moaned.
I fucking moaned.
Right there. In the middle of the party. Surrounded by strangers. While he breathed against my neck and made promises he hadn’t even delivered yet.
"You need to go ho, Oga," he whispered. "Or soone’s going to put their cock in you before the night’s over."
I bit my lip.
"I don’t want just anyone," I whispered.
He paused.
And smiled.
"Good," he said. "Because if I fuck you, you’re not walking out of this house without my scent all over you."
I felt my thighs give up again. I had to grip his shirt to stay upright.
"You’re not leaving with that sweet little cunt untouched," he went on. "Not after leaking like this. Not after letting
sll how badly you want it. You’re a ss, baby girl. You’re aching. You’re soaked. You’re mine if I decide I want you."
The nerve of this fucking stranger. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe, trying to blink, trying to pull myself back into my body.
He wasn’t even touching .
Not really.
Just standing there, inches from my face, speaking in that voice that made
want to cry and co at the sa ti. Looking at
like he already owned . Breathing
in like I was his next fucking al.
I couldn’t fucking do this.
I stepped back.
His hand didn’t stop
this ti.
My voice shook as I finally said it.
"Just stop..."
He raised an eyebrow. His mouth didn’t move.
I cleared my throat, tried again, louder this ti, even though my voice cracked halfway through.
"Stop. Whatever your na is. You’re a stranger."
He didn’t flinch.
"I don’t fuck strangers," I said, like it was so kind of shield, so kind of spell I could cast over the way my body was still screaming for him. "So please..."
I looked up at him, blinking fast, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a fucking marathon.
"Just leave
alone."
He didn’t say anything at first. Just stared. Like he was watching
dig a hole with my bare hands, watching
try to bury what he’d already dug out of .
Then he stepped forward.
Not to grab . Not to threaten.
But to look
in the eyes so closely that I couldn’t escape it.
"So you don’t fuck strangers," he said slowly, voice soft now, but not kind. It was a hum. A warning. A dark lody only I could hear. "But you rub your thighs together like a bitch in heat in front of one."
My face burned. I took another step back.
He didn’t follow. Just tilted his head and looked down at my clenched fists.
"Baby, you don’t even believe yourself."
"I do," I lied.
He smiled. Not wide. Just enough to let
know he saw every inch of . Every contradiction. Every ache. Every fucking drop soaking through my dress.
"Tell your cunt that."
I gasped. My breath caught. My chest ached.
"Go ahead," he said, voice. "Look
in the eye and tell
your pussy isn’t dripping for a stranger right now.
"That you didn’t think about letting
bend you over and taste that slick. That you didn’t imagine what it’d feel like for soone who doesn’t even know your na to ruin you in a bathroom stall while the whole house listened."
My stomach twisted. My thighs clenched harder. I hated him. I hated this stranger.
"I said leave," I snapped, but it sounded weak, even to .
His eyes darkened.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t say another word.
He just watched .
So still.
So calm.
Like he was giving
one last chance to walk away before he did sothing I wouldn’t recover from.
Then finally..after what felt like forever..he stepped back.
"But you’ll rember ."
I blinked.
He smiled one more ti.
"You’ll lie awake tonight with your fingers between your legs, moaning for a man whose na you never got."
And with that..he turned.
Disappeared into the crowd.
And I was left alone and honestly I needed to find Tasha and get outta here. I needed to get to Damon fast!
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