KING
She'd wanted it all along. Just like I knew she did. This girl was just like the rest – she played a big game, but deep down, she wanted me just like the others did. And whether she was willing to admit it or not – hell, whether she even knew it or not – I had her right where I wanted her. Abbie needed to let loose a little, needed to have some fun. She totally needed to let her hair down and just give in to her wild side – a wild side I knew was in there somewhere. And that's exactly what we were going to do.
Suddenly, she pulled back from my kiss, staring me down as if she couldn't believe what had happened. She pulled her hand back, and I knew what was coming before her hand even made contact with my skin. I heard the crack before I felt the sting as she slapped me in the face. She'd gotten in a pretty good pop, but it wasn't anywhere near hard enough to do any damage. It was cute, really. I gave her a smile and shook my head.
A few people nearby hooted and hollered, giving me a hard time.
“She got you, didn't she, King?” a woman nearby laughed, shaking her head. “Good for her. I've wanted to do that for years now.”
But Abbie didn't know what was coming to her, not yet. Before she pulled her hand back, I grabbed onto it, holding her tiny little wrist in my hand. She looked at me, eyes wide, but she wasn't afraid of me. Her jaw was set and she narrowed her eyes in a look of defiance. No, she wasn't afraid of what I was going to do. If I'd had to guess, she was only afraid of what she was going to do. Because we both knew she wanted it. She could protest all she wanted and play the part of the good girl, but that didn't change the facts – I'd seen it in her eyes and felt it in the way she'd kissed me back.
Still holding her by the wrist, I pulled her from the booth and led down the hallway toward the bathrooms. She didn't protest too much. Hell, she didn't protest at all really. She followed along and simply asked, “Where are you taking me?” as we moved toward the back of the bar, where we could have a moment alone.
This girl drove me crazy in a way no one else had, and I needed her now. My whole body felt like it had bolts of electricity coursing through it and my every nerve ending was on fire. My erection pressed against my tight jeans and it hurt like hell. I needed a release and I needed it now. I needed Abbie and I knew she wanted me, so why not give into it? Why deny what we both knew? Why deny our most basic and primal desires? Just because she wasn't my type? Oh, I'd make this woman my type, all right. That feisty, dominant veneer she carried herself with was already slipping away. I could see it. I could feel it. Her desire for me was so strong, I could smell it. And beneath the veneer of her feisty, dominant personality was the more submissive woman I'd been dying to meet all along. The one who'd let me have my way with her, who'd let me do whatever I'd like to her sweet little body.
And trust me, I was going to do just that.
I steered her into an alcove near the restrooms, pushing her back was up against the wall. My body pressed into hers, letting her feel how hard she'd made me, as I kissed her again. If she thought the last kiss was rough, she was in for a surprise as I pushed my tongue past those sweet lips of hers and kissed her so hard, I felt her breath slip out of her. She whimpered against me, her entire body growing limper and weaker against mine. I was about the only thing holding her up as we kissed. Taking her hands in mind, I pinned them to the wall above her head, preventing her from slapping me again – not that I thought she would. I thought her slapping me before was simply a show for the people in the bar. A show for me. To show me that nothing I could do would tamp down that fire in her, that no matter what I did, her spirit and defiance would remain.
I pulled back from the kiss and whispered in her ear, “You want this, don't you?”
She didn't answer, so I nibbled her ear lobe. A soft gasp escaped her throat and I felt her body shudder beneath mine, but she continued to give me the silent treatment.
“Come on, Abbie. You want me to fuck you right here, right now, don't you? Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it.”
She whimpered, but I couldn't make out if that was a yes or no. I wasn't one to do anything against a woman's will, no matter how much of a show I might put on. I wanted her to be a little afraid. I wanted her to fear what I might do. I wanted to feel her tremble, thinking that maybe I was going to take her against her will. But I knew I wouldn't. I had to know she wanted this.
I met her gaze, pressing our foreheads together, and in her eyes, I could see she wanted to tell me, “Yes” but her mouth couldn't find the words. I held both of her tiny little hands in one of mine and let my other hand wander down the length of her face. I kept eye contact with her as I stroked her cheek and chin, then ran my fingertips along her collarbone, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from her. As her lower lip trembled and she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations, I slid my hand down farther, sliding it along her chest as I cupped her breasts.
Her nipples were hard and pressing against the material of her shirt. With a small smile, I circled one of with my fingertip, gently brushing it. Her entire body shuddered against mind as I touched her. She kept her eyes closed and her breathing became ragged. She threw her head back against the wall as her lower body pressed into mine. She ground herself against me and tried to wrap legs around my waist.
“Now's the time to say no, Abbie,” I whispered against her flesh, kissing her neck and collarbone as I continued stroking her nipple through her shirt. “No harm, no foul. Just say no.”
No response came from her. Not from her mouth, at least. But the way she moved her body, she all but cried out “Yes, yes, yes.”
My hand slipped from her nipple down to her skirt. I moved up her thigh, pushing her panties aside and slid a finger inside of her. So moist and tight. She ground herself against my hand, and again, she gave me no sign that she wanted me to stop what I was doing. She continued to grind herself against me, seeming to be encouraging me to keep going. Her pussy was so wet, so warm, so ready for me. Her breath was hoarse and she moaned softly.
I had my answer.
“Raven?” I called out, not pulling myself away from Abbie as I spoke.
“Yes, King?” Raven popped his head into the hallway, a knowing grin on his face as he saw me with Abbie in the alcove.
“Close the bar, will ya? And make it fast.”
“Sure thing, boss,” Raven said, disappearing once more.
The music stopped as people let out disgruntled sounds and shouts, but Raven said, “Boss's orders. Bar is closed for the night, see ya all back here tomorrow night.”
I stared at Abbie, my finger buried inside that tight little pussy, moving in and out as she stared at me wide-eyed and full of lust.
She wanted this. She'd had her chance to say no – hell, she'd had more than one chance – and she hadn't. Her body was ready for me.
And I was ready for her.
Raven cleared the place out quickly, and I heard him leave and lock up behind him.
We were alone. And I was going to finally make it all up to Abbie. Not to mention getting something I really wanted out of the deal.