s, who feeds on the power he holds over others. I shiver as I watch hi

power

I'm not gett

my lips of their own accord

against his mouth, core aching for him. Gabe grinds his hips into mine an

er with anticipation, my heart fluttering against my ribs. I need him so ba

e presses inside of me, and I feel myself stretch to accommodate h

e more at the corn

alarm bell goes off-I'm having sex with a stranger and we're not even u

nd all those though

builds in my core. I scrabble to hang onto him, as though I'm going to float away into the club if I

n owns my body. And I'm letting him. I will do anything he asks

, sensation flooding my skin as an orgasm builds deep in my belly. Gab

me, kitten?" he hiss

eess

cock, show me how

wave and slams over me. I come so hard that I cry out without meaning to, and my whole body seize

eathing is labored, movements erratic. His biceps bulge as he

. I feel him pulse hard before he collapses against m

n't know whether I should say something or not, and the awk

up his pants and runs a hand through his hair. I sco

he rest of the VIP section and

but I don't show it. "Oh, can I?" I ask, c

rom the bench and start

omeone who'd proven himself to be a controlling jerk all evenin

ng the champagne bottle from the

held high. He probably expects me to thank him, maybe kiss his feet on

my life is another man. If Grant and my new friend Gabe

odge laughing girls in party dresses and entwined lovers as I pound up the sidewalk. The night air feels like heaven on my flushed s

et. Maybe I am better off alone, but why do I have to be? What is it about me that is so easily rejectable? On a

his life like they're disposable. But for a second I felt seen, felt wanted. I wasn't

ike Gr

ugh my toes and up my calves and I grit my tee

be a long wa

BR

ars la

rive from one place to another is the only time I have any peace these days. The leather back seat of my Mercedes S-Class has become my h

ors at my home, where I prefer to conduct all mafi

ir. The car shakes. My head shoots up and I look over my shoulde

h

d," I

mine in the rear-vie

o the dock

s,

n against the door by the force of the hairpin turn. Other cars honk at us,

ight have nothing to do with me,