Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(46)

“Hungry ladies in the room tonight,” the host laughed as she stroked Harlen’s arm seductively.

“Five hundred going once… going twice…”

My heart thumped; I could hear the blood rushing in my ears. I was eyeing the woman, her husband stepping towards her and whispering something in her ear before he shook his head.

Too bad, told off by your husband.

“Sold! To the cute little thing in the white dress,” she cheered, the room cheering with her.

I blushed again, the crowd parting as Harlen walked over and grabbed me round the waist, squeezing me tight.

“Thank you,” he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek.

“I hope you know I have no way of paying it,” I whispered back.

“I’ve got it covered. Give me half an hour and we will get the contract signed yeah?”

I nodded.

“See you in a bit, go and get a drink,” he winked before disappearing into the sea of people again.

I let out a happy sigh, happy to have helped in a way and elated that he was going to sign with Lordes PR.

To say I was buzzing was an understatement.

Ducking out, I headed towards the bar and ordered myself another glass. The bubbles were going to my head, but I didn’t care. I needed to let my hair down a bit and enjoy myself.

Thanking the waiter, I turned and watched the hustle and bustle of the room. People were dancing and enjoying themselves. It was nice to see.

Bringing the glass to my lips, I let the bubbles dance over my tongue when I felt someone next to me, his arm slid around my waist, his lips by the shell of my ear.

“Careful not to drink too much, wife.”

The goosebumps erupted over my skin, a cold sweat forming on the back of my neck.

I stepped to the side, trying to ignore the deep hunger he made me feel, the raging fire in my belly and the apex of my thighs just being close to him.

“Nice little bid on another man…” he clenched his jaw; I could hear the tightness in his voice.

“Jealous, are we?” I raised my eyebrows, facing him before knocking back the rest of my glass then turning to face the bar staff to order another.

“I think you’ve had enough, don’t you?” he snarled.

I shook my head. “Not nearly enough to have to deal with you,” I rolled my eyes, the corner of my mouth twitching as I thanked the barman and took the glass from him.

“Do not piss me off, wife,” he growled.

“Or what?” I knitted my brows together, holding my head high as I challenged him.

I heard the low rumble in his throat.

“Where have you been?” I snapped, “you think you can come to my apartment, all burly and shit, eat me out and then ghost me?” The elastic band that had stretched had finally given in. I didn’t want to care, but I did. I did care. I wanted to know why he had acted as if I didn’t even exist anymore.

“Baby, I’m right here,” he goaded, a beautiful smile on his face.

“Fuck off, Killian,” I waved him off, turning my back on him as I began to walk away, but his hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me into him.

I try to pull away, but all he does is tighten his grip. His nostrils flare, his jaw tight and ticking as he clenches it.

“Get. Off. Of. Me.” I seethe at him through gritted teeth.

Tugging me behind him, he walks to the exit of the function room. I fight against him, trying to pull my arm out of his vice like grip but it was no use.

“Two things…” his voice is low as he opens what seems to be store cupboard, pushing me inside then locking it behind him.

“One, I am a very, very jealous man. And when something is mine, it is only mine…” he tugs at his bowtie and it unravels. “Two, if I tell you to do something, you do it,” his eyes fall to my left hand, eyeing my ringless finger. “I wasn’t joking when I said I was going to superglue it to your finger,” he snarled, pushing forward and wrapping his long fingers round my neck as my back hit the wall. His lips hovered over mine, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip as he tugged on it, a moan escaping me. His free hand skimmed down my body as his fingers played with the hem of my dress.

This was wrong.

I shouldn’t be giving into him, again. But, here I am. Letting him do what he wants to me because I am too weak to say no.

My breath hitched, the sparks coursing through me. His fingers tightened around the base of my throat, his fingers skimming under the bottom of my dress as his fingertips drew small circles on my skin.

“Killian,” I breathed, my voice barely audible.

“I want you crying my name out so loud that every person in here knows you belong to me.”

I whimpered. His hungry hand pushed my dress up round my waist, holding it there as his hand that was giving me the perfect necklace roamed down my body, hooking inside my thong and slipping it down my legs. He slowly crouched down, helping me step out before he stood, bringing my thong to his nose and inhaling before shoving it in the front pocket of his tux.

His finger fumbled with the button on his trousers, shoving them down just past his bum. His hand was wrapped back round my throat, pinning me harder against the wall, gently squeezing and putting pressure on my skin.

Grabbing my thigh, he wrapped one of my legs round his waist, the head of his cock cresting and crowning at my soaked opening.