Chapter 23 You're My Problem, Sarah
Sarah
I couldn't contain the excitement that swept over me; damn, I was practically shaking from him. His harsh words instantly made the sensitive spot between my legs sweat, and my whole body filled with anticipation.
"Apologize, billionaire," I said slowly and seductively, walking past, lightly pressing him against the bar.
I could feel his burning gaze on me the whole time.
Leaving him in the dust, I headed back to the bar. I swayed my hips slightly, secretly hoping he would follow me.
I allowed myself to glance back at him as I approached the bar. A frown settled on my face when I couldn't see him anywhere, but I pushed it away.
I was very drunk, but the alcohol made me feel lighter. Perhaps it wasn't just because I hadn't eaten in over five hours.
I moved closer to the stranger and let my hips move to the blaring music. He slowly began to relax and move in time with me. A smug smirk appeared on my face, and I slowly ran my hands down his torso. A slight blush gradually spread across his face.
At some point, I turned my back to him, wrapped my arms around his hands, and placed them on my hips.
"Sorry," Shawn said hoarsely, and I shook my head.
Shawn stood next to me and the stranger, his impassive gaze radiating impatience.
"Shawn Romano?" he replied, and we pulled away.
The stranger's indifferent expression became slightly tense as he turned to Shawn.
"Can I borrow Sarah for a minute?" Shawn's gaze was fixed solely on him; he didn't even glance in my direction.
It was clear Shawn wasn't asking. His words hung in the air like a challenge. He was practically daring him to say no. "Of course, sir," the Stranger nodded, smiling tightly and stepping back.
I felt guilt twist in my alcohol-filled stomach.
"See you later." I forced a carefree smile and waved at the Stranger one last time.
I turned my attention back to Shawn, resisting the urge to look at him.
"Arrogant billionaire Shawn Romano will dance with me?" I feigned shock. "I would never have mistaken you for a dancer."
"No," he growled, the honey color of his eyes quickly swallowed by darkness.
"Then it'll be a little awkward." I shrugged, swaying to the music. "Pensive and standing still while dancing."
Even though I was very drunk, the considerable amount of alcohol I'd consumed couldn't control my loud voice. Irritation and anger flickered in Shawn's eyes. "I'm not paying attention," he snapped, running a hand through his tousled hair.
This simple action captivated me, and I almost let go.
That wasn't the answer he expected. His rough hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me off the dance floor.
"You know, I don't understand why you had to drag me," I remarked with a hint of seriousness.
"Shut up, Sarah," he growled, looking much more irritated today.
Although I didn't see the point in his dragging me away.
He dragged me to the side door I'd entered through earlier and pulled me outside. The fresh air refreshed my hot skin, and I involuntarily took several deep breaths.
"Come in," he barked at the bouncer, handing him a wad of something suspiciously like money. "Give us twenty minutes."
The moment the door closed behind the bouncer, I found myself pressed against the rough brick wall of the club. The bricks scraped my back, but I barely felt them. I was completely mesmerized by his obsidian eyes, their usual color gone.
His eyes burned with undisguised fury, and I wondered what had him so worked up. I didn't understand how he could be so jealous of a stranger when he was flirting with someone else.
"I warned you, Sarah," he growled softly. "I warned you over and over again."
"Do you have self-control?" I pursed my lips, knowing it was the wrong answer.
Shawn's hands slammed into the brick wall, landing on either side of my head. He was only inches away from me, his chest rising and falling heavily.
"You're my only problem, Sarah," he growled, and my legs involuntarily tightened.
His voice was hoarse, perfectly on target as the words poured from his mouth. "I don't understand your problem, Shawn," I remarked, smirking stubbornly.
"Sarah," he growled, and I liked the way he said my name. "Your disobedience is my problem."
The urge to roll my eyes was almost overwhelming. It was becoming increasingly clear that this idiot was jealous. Was he really so stubborn that he wouldn't admit it?
"Really?" My voice was quiet, amusement and desire laced in my words. "Because I think you're jealous."
His face was only inches from mine as I spoke, his breath fanning my whiskey-scented face.
"Jealous?" Shawn's expression was deadly, his voice calm, though he was holding back his rage. "You think I'm jealous?"
"Mmm, yes. Jealous." The corners of my lips curled into a smirk. That was my first mistake. Shawn's hand jerked forward, wrapping around my neck. He pressed, but it wasn't enough to stop my breathing.
I could practically feel the wetness seeping through my panties. His dominance and fury aroused me like never before.
"How can I be jealous when only I can do this to you?" Shawn growled, reaching out with his other hand to cup my wet pussy.
Once again, my big mouth spoke for itself.
"Who said you're the only one who makes me wet?" I teased the enraged wolf.
"Lying is wrong, Sarah," he growled, his fingers tightly gripping my thin panties. "Lying is punishable."
The sound of tearing fabric echoed through the quiet alley, and a cool breeze blew across my dress, caressing my hot pussy. He dropped my ripped panties to the floor.
"Who said I'm lying?" I smirked. My legs trembled, and my pussy begged for some kind of release. His hand squeezed my neck, and a low groan escaped his lips.
"Fuck, Sarah," he growled under his breath, his lips very close to my ear. His hot breath fanned my ear, causing a pleasant shiver.
"Who else turns you on this much?" he growled, removing his hand from my throat and gripping my chin tightly. "Name someone."
"No one," I moaned, exhaling hoarsely. His erotic words and demanding tone sent me over the edge, and I let my gaze find him as the pressure exploded inside me.