Chapter 38 You Want Me To Stop?
“David, what are you doing here?” I ask, as he just smiles down at me.
“You’re the one who came to one of my clubs.”
“Your club?” I question, and he nods as the bartender puts my drink down in front of me. David shakes his head at the bartender, who then just disappears. Apparently I’m not paying for this one. As I look back at him, my brain clicks. “Marcus didn’t recommend this place by chance, did he?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“If I didn’t like you so much, I’d say you were a stalker.” I scoff, picking up my drink and starting to walk off.
“You also,” He says, catching my arm and tugging me back. “Told me to finish my meeting early, and meet you. So I did.”
“Oh really? You ended your meeting to come and dance with me and Selena?”
“No Doll,” He laughs, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling my body closer to him. “I ended my meeting to do this.”
He leans down, pressing his lips to mine, almost making me forget about holding my drink, my fingers starting to feel tingly as the kiss shoots through my body.
“Hmm,” I hum as he pulls away, me smiling up at him. “So you stopped talking about the weather just to come and kiss me?”
“Something like that.” He smiles back.
“Well, if you come with me you can have a dance as well.” I muse, grabbing his hand and tugging, but turning back when I feel him not moving with me. “What?”
“Do I look like the kind of person who dances?” He laughs.
“You came all the way here and won’t dance with me?” I ask, pouting at him.
“How about, I’ll sit over there,” He says in my ear, pointing over to one of the corner booths, a little darker and more shaded than the others. “And I can watch you dancing for me?”
“So, not only did you stalk me to the club, now you plan to perve on me as well?”
“HEY!” I whip round to see Selena and Marcus heading up to me, with Marcus clapping a hand onto David’s shoulder, and Selena sliding her arm around my waist.
“You left us all alone, and Marcus’s moves are attracting the wrong type of attention.” Selena chuckles into my ear.
I watch David and Marcus start muttering into each other's ears, and I know their conversation is quickly diverting back to more illegal subjects.
“Come on,” I say to her, rolling my eyes as the guys’ attention is completely not on me anymore. “Let’s go.”
I pull her towards the dancefloor, not even caring to let them know where I am going. Quickly settling back into dancing with my best friend, I catch sight of David and Marcus heading over to the booth that had been pointed out to me.
I’m not too sure how long Selena and I dance for. Waiters keep arriving with drinks, delivering them to me right on the dancefloor, and I know it’s David keeping us both well catered for.
At some point, everything has melted away, all of the chaos, the threats, the attempted kidnappings. Selena and I are having fun, and after a while, Marcus appears by my side, sliding up to Selena and whispering in her ear.
From the way she smiles and turns into his body, I assume that my company is about to be no longer needed. I scoff, more to myself, grumpy at how cute they are together, spinning around to head back to the bar, when I head straight into a solid mass.
“You should look where you’re going, Doll.”
“Why? You’re somehow always there to save me whenever I need you.” I smirk, grabbing him by his shirt and smashing my lips to his.
“Hey, hey,” He says as he leans back, his hand coming to my jaw and guiding me to look up at him. “I think we need to get you sitting down.”
“Why?”
David doesn’t respond to my question, instead choosing to wrap his arm around the back of my waist, glancing around him quickly and then walking me to the booth. Theo and Harlan nod to me as I pass them, and I give them both big grins as David guides me in.
I fall into the chair, flicking my hair over my shoulder as I watch David slowly sit down beside me, his gaze making me freeze in place.
“You need to drink this.” He commands, raising a glass of water to me that I didn’t even notice he has been holding. Rolling my eyes, I take it and drink deeply, feeling his eyes wandering over me.
“Done.” I huff, placing the now empty glass on the small table in front of me. “Now what?”
“Now you sober up, and then I can take you home.”
“Why not take me home now?”
“Because I don’t want to draw attention to us, and people will have questions about why the owner of the club is taking a drunk girl home.”
“Pfft,” I scoff. “Like that’s never happened before.”
“It hasn’t.”
I stare at him, at his eyes, trying to deduce whether he is lying. Surely, surely David has picked up someone at a club before? He says he hasn’t had many long term relationships, so where does his experience come from?
“What is it?” He asks, his hand coming up to my jaw, his thumb grazing my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes, and I feel like I am being swallowed whole by his gaze.
“Just… if you haven’t had… if you haven’t done the club thing, and you haven’t had… relationships, how… how do you…”
“I believe what I told you was that I haven’t had many relationships. Certainly none since I met you.”
“But,” I mutter, trying to ignore the warm prickle of arousal I feel at his words, at the idea that he hasn’t been with anyone since he met me. “If you haven’t, then how do you… know how to do this? All of this?” I ask, waving my hand in the air haphazardly, and it just makes him frown at me.
“All of what?”
“David,” I whine, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. “You know what I mean, all of this!”
“I think you’re going to have to be a little clearer here, Nora.” He states, but there is a glint in his eyes, his lips a little tense, as though he is fighting off an expression.
Fighting off a smile.
“You know exactly I mean, you asshole!” I hiss, pushing his chest out of frustration.
He retaliates by moving his hand from my jaw, to my waist in an instant, the other hand mirroring it, and he pulls me closer to him, so that my body is practically on top of him. Shifting my legs and my hips to a more comfortable position, his left hand slides down to my thigh, pulling it up, across his lap, before moving back up, his fingers toying with the edge of my dress as I stare at him with wide eyes.
“Are you asking me,” He mutters, moving his mouth to my ear. “How I know how to make you feel good?”
“I…” I breathe. “I think so.”
I feel his lips press against my neck, just under my ear, making a shiver run down my spine, just as his fingers start to disappear under the material of my dress, gliding over my skin, to my ass, and back down again.
“That’s easy, Doll.” He whispers against my skin, as he keeps planting feather-light kisses on my neck, all the while sliding his hands over me.
With the darkness shrouding the booth I’m in, and the repetitive thump of the music vibrating through the walls and the floor, it is bordering on overwhelming. I feel like I can barely breathe, let alone respond, so he continues.
“For the last year, I’ve been thinking about everything I’ve wanted to do with you.” He adds. “Then, in the Red Room, I started acting out everything I wanted to do with you. And since your little secret was revealed, I have been able to imagine every single one of your responses. Everywhere I touch you, I know how you’ll gasp, and moan, and submit to me, because you’d already been doing it for weeks.”
“Jesus fuck.” I whimper, my brain finally giving in to the arousal in my body telling me to move, grabbing his face and smashing my lips to his. I groan when he responds, when he kisses me back, instead of pushing me away, like he’s done to me so many times already.
Instead, his fingers dig into my ass, gripping the soft flesh and making me arch further to him, his other hand tightening on my waist, and pulling me close. His tongue invades my mouth, pushing for dominance, for control, but I am quick to put him in his place.
I shift, move until I am all but straddling his lap, legs either side of him, chests pressed together, but my weight still on only knee, as I kiss him as eagerly as I can, trying to convey what I’m feeling at that moment. Gently biting his bottom lip, then sucking on it for a second, I move down his jaw, down his neck, rushing to undo the shirt buttons at the top, needing to feel more of his skin.
His hand leaves my ass, and I feel it next in my hair, messing it up as he pushes his fingers through it, fisting the strands as he brings my lips back to his. The two of us moan in satisfaction as we seamlessly return to a passionate, deep kiss, only breaking for air when I next feel his right palm press against my core over my underwear.
“David!” I hiss, my body tensing as he just smiles up at me.
“Yes, my darling?” He teases, leaning forward to press wet, hot kisses over my collarbone, his hand moving, rubbing me slowly.
I whip my head round, looking over my shoulder, relaxing the tiniest bit when I see both Theo and Harlan a good 10 metres away, both of their backs to me. I turn back to David and swallow.
“You want me to stop?” He asks, a breathy undertone as he looks up at me with lust-filled eyes that just pull me under his spell.