The air grew thick with her perfume. It was something warm and expensive that made my throat close and my mouth go dry as sand. I forced my face into careful indifference even as my pulse hammered against my collar, betraying every wall I'd built. The room faded around her, and all I could see was the sway of her body, the curve of her mouth, and the quiet promise in her eyes.
Felicity wasn't just trouble. She was the kind of danger men begged for, and the kind I'd sworn I'd never need.
“Oop. This bitch is tryna get pregnant tonight,” Riley joked drunkenly, making Sophia laugh.
“Don’t try to trap my brother,” Sophia teased, her tone light, but that look in her eye told me she halfway meant it.
Ignoring her, Felicity straddled me, arms draped over my shoulders and pussy centered over my dick, and I didn’t even pretend to hold back. My hands found her ass, gripping it with enough pressure to make her gasp loudly enough for the people closest to hear.
The beat was slow and dripping in bass when she started to rideme like she wasn’t surrounded by new friends, possible enemies, and everything in between. Her movements told me she wanted to fuck the breath out of me right here in this chair.
I let her do her thing.
Guided her even.
One hand gripped her waist, the other slipping beneath her tiny shorts, my fingers finding bare skin and nothing underneath. Her body jerked slightly, but she didn’t stop. She leaned forward, lips brushing my ear.
“I want it,” she whispered, her voice velvet-soft and soaked in heat. “Right here.”
I didn't say a word. Just tilted my head back and let her move. Part of me wanted to pull her closer and tell her I wastired of fighting, and tired of pretending I didn't want more than this.
Dick was hard and pulsing, I grinded right into that perfect wet heat between her legs, and we both knew I wasn't the only one feeling it.
Sophia made a choking sound, Riley whispered,“Oh my God,” and Naeem muttered something under his breath, but nobody stopped us.
They just watched.
Because we were putting on a fucking show—and for once, I couldn't tell where the performance ended and the truth began.
Felicity moved like she was riding me for real, as if the friction alone was enough to make her come. My jaw clenched, eyes locked on hers, and all I saw was need, fire, and something that looked dangerously close to what I'd been afraid to want.
“You keep grinding’ on me like that,” I murmured, my lips brushing her skin, “and I’m gonna show you what happens when a bitch starts something she can’t finish. Right here. In front of everybody.”
I didn’t make a habit of calling women names. That was never my style. I believed in control and respect, and in handling mine without crossing that line. However, Felicity had a way of dragging me straight into the mindset I kept locked behind closed doors. In the bedroom, everything goes.
That was where I let go of restraint. There, I was all Dom, no empathy, because empathy meant connection, and connection meant risk. Risks that left you gutted and gasping when it inevitably ended. But the way she moved on me now, bold and reckless, made it clear she wanted that part of me. The dangerous part. The part that knew exactly how to take without asking permission.
That warm shit didn’t exist in my world. In there, I didn’t play nice, and that was how it had been since the night Naeem handed me over to Riva at seventeen. She was a dominatrix and had tried to do to me what she did to him. I remember her telling me to kneel and to obey her demands as if she believed I was a subject she could mold. I let her talk, I let her touch, and then I turned her over, fucked the air out of her lungs, and made her beg for mercy she swore she didn’t give.
I was young, but even then, I knew I wasn’t built to be under anyone.
Riva showed me how far power could stretch between four walls, but I was the one who taught her what it meant to be completely owned. I didn’t learn how to submit. I learned how to strip submission out of someone else. And I’ve been that man ever since.
Felicity didn’t stop. Instead, she smiled.
Because that was the point.
She wanted to test me.
And I was letting her.
My fingers slipped higher, teasing where she burned for it most, hidden by the shadows of her shorts and the rhythm of the club lights. Her breath hitched. Her hips stuttered. I knew I had her right where I wanted her—and she had me exactly where she needed me.
Felicity melted against me, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted, grinding like this was her last night alive. And me? I was two seconds from lifting her up and fucking her in front of everybody.
Because that was the thing about Felicity. She didn’t play fair. And neither did I.
Chapter 18
