Chapter 15

The music was pounding, the vibrations made my body feel like it was humming from the inside. I leant back against the bar, looking out onto the room. There was barely a single space among the crowd, people were dancing in every corner, bodies pressed against one another. The volume of people crammed inside was making the temperature soar, but I didn't care. Even as my skin flushed hot and I craved an icy cool down, I smiled at being back in my favourite place, and looking forward to an ordinary night once again. Well as ordinary as it could be for me, given that my heart still felt like it had suffered a blow of some kind, a dull ache radiating from it knowing that I wasn't here for the one man I wanted.

"Drink up!" Evan shouted from next to me, holding out a shot.

"With pleasure." I grinned, taking it and throwing it back in an instant. Evan followed suit, then skimmed his glass back across the bar and looked back at me.

"How you holding up?"

"I'm fine, in fact, I'm gonna go dance." I saw the edge of concern on his face, he knew me too well sometimes, I can't hide anything from him. But I needed this night, I needed to escape for a while and for us to have fun, like we always do. I pulled him into a hug and pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear. "Don't worry Ev, I'll be fine." I felt his body move against mine as a rumble of soft laughter emanated from him. I straightened up and began walking away, calling back over my shoulder: "Have fun!" I caught sight of his smirk as I whizzed around and disappeared into the crowd of bodies.

A new song started as I reached the middle of the floor. It started slower, techno blasts every few seconds before it picked up and the beat got louder and more wild. Occasional cheers sounded as people realised what the song was. I didn't even care as I swung my hips and shook my hair over my shoulder. I felt a pair of hands graze my waist and shimmied a little lower. The newcomer moved to the side, letting me see him up close as his hands continued to travel over my bare midsection. He was tall, fairly handsome, with dark mocha skin and braided hair, tied back in a ponytail. He pulled me even closer, boldly grinding his body against my own in time with the music. His confidence was sparking body's reaction as I placed his hands lower on my hips and put even more into every move I made. His eyes were darkening with lust and I knew I had found the man for tonight. A few of the surrounding guys who had been getting closer to me, turned and started to dance with nearby girls, clearly realising their efforts would now be in vain. His hands dropped lower, landing on my ass, just as a voice cut in from behind me.

"Get off her. Now!"

The guy looked confused, but released his hold on me, whilst I spun around in shock.

"Sean! What the-?"

He didn't let me finish as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the crowd, past the bar and towards the exit. He ignored my protests as he marched along the street outside, before pulling me into a dimly lit side alley behind the club.

"What the hell?" I shouted, pulling myself free of his grasp and slamming my hand against his chest in anger. He didn't seem fazed as he angrily snapped back at me.

"What were you doing with that guy? Letting him put his hands all over you!"

"It's called dancing, not that it's anything to do with you."

"How can you say it has nothing to do with me?"

Our voices were raised as both of us got angrier at the situation. But my anger was made worse by the conflicting emotions that were now warring within my head again. Both sadness and joy at seeing him again, going up against annoyance that my night getting over him had now been spoilt by him showing up and frightening off the guy I was with, and anger that he was pissed with me.

"I can do what, and who, I want."

"Don't play that game with me." He warned. Closing in on me.

"You can't stop me." I went to push past him, to make my way back to the club, but his hand circled around my upper arm and held me back. He trapped me against the wall, firmly holding my body in place as his eyes fixed on my own, burning straight through them with the intensity of his stare.

"I just did, and I will again. They can't touch you." His voice was low, and there was such a strength in his tone. Like an order, the type of tone that would make a grown man buckle under it. This wasn't something I would have expected from the Sean that I had seen so far. This was something else. This side of him was a no nonsense, alpha male aspect. There was no denying that a part of me found it unbearably sexy. My breathing was already becoming laboured and my heart thrummed in my chest.

"Why not?" I whispered. I couldn't help it. A normal person may just have agreed to his command. But I'd always had a sparky side. One that loved to test the waters and to play with fire. I was happy to get burned by Sean in this moment. He was here, and the crackling tension between us was making me throw caution to the wind. He leant in, his lips were now so close they were almost touching my own. He brushed his finger across my cheek, whilst his other hand traced a path along the side of my chest, over the bare skin of my ribcage, left unshielded by my halter top.

"Because you're not theirs." He whispered.

"Who's am I then?" I murmured in response, sensing the danger of the line I was about to cross. The hand that had just teased my side, now moved along my outer thigh, slowly approaching the end of my skirt.

"Mine." He growled. His fingers slipped under the hem of my skirt, sliding it higher up my thigh. The tingle of his touch was leaving a trail of flames searing my skin, I tilted my body towards him without realising. The sensations igniting my inner desires, causing my body to act on instinct and need.

"Sean, I-" I tried to interrupt, to refuse the path that this was taking. But my brain was becoming fogged with the heat and need that was pumping through my veins and pooling between my legs.

"Shh, just say yes." He whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against the lobe and sending a shiver along the skin.

His fingers found the lace of my underwear, they toyed with the delicate edges before sliding underneath the fabric and dipping between my slick folds. I moaned as he brushed over my clit, a shockwave radiating through me at the spike in pleasure. He stroked me slowly watching me begin to crumble under his touch.

"Say yes, be mine Rox."

His touch was torture, a tormenting tease of what he could do to me. A show of how he could make me fall apart if I permitted him to. My whole body was craving more, I needed more, now. My head was foggy, dimly aware of how bad of an idea it would be, of how much pain I could be setting myself up for. This pain would be the worst I would have to endure... but he was worth it, and I couldn't stay away from him. I needed him, and I was going to enjoy every second I could have with him.

"Yes." I panted as his lips brushed my throat. At my reply, he groaned. A low sexy sound that made me bite my lip, before he captured my mouth with his, and hoisted me up, my back flat against the wall, he tore through the scrap of lace between my legs and slipped a finger inside me.

I cried out against his mouth and pressed my hips further against his hand. A second finger joined the first, whilst his tongue danced with my own, our kiss turning into a frenzied passion. He drove me higher and higher until I shattered against him. But he wasn't done, and soon enough, he pulled back and withdrew a condom from his pocket, within moments, he had wrapped my legs back around him and was staring into my eyes as he sunk into me. He withdrew almost to his tip, before plunging back inside, the forceful strides hit the sweet spot deep inside of me each time. This wasn't the same Sean as before. Where last time there was something softer driving us together, this time there was passion, passion and ownership. He was making me his. My hands clutched at his shoulders, my nails biting at him through his shirt, his lips trailed along the sensitive skin of my neck as his pace quickened and we neared our release. With a final series of frenzied deep, hard thrusts, his mouth closed on my neck, sucking hard in a way that I knew would leave a mark. He stilled as we flew over the edge, my walls clenching around his length, squeezing him tight and savouring every last second of our blissful orgasm. Our eyes met once more, our breath coming in harsh pants, he brushed my hair from my face as his lips crashed onto mine, a deep and cherishing kiss. My arms wrapped around him, holding him close. The knowledge of it all hit hard as I slowly came back down to earth. This time I had no regrets. Instead I basked in the aftermath, already looking forward to the next time. I was glad that he turned up. Glad that he ruined what I had planned. Because there is only one man who can work my body like this, and he is right here, and I'm all his.