Page 190 of Powerhouse: Boxed Set
Oh, the irony.
She headed over to the bar, and I waited, my stare still hard on Elaine. I was so focused on her that Pink Hair had to nudge my side before I realized she was back. She handed me my fresh water, a smile bright on her face. “You from here?”
I nodded. “Bishop’s Landing.”
“Ooh, fancy. Come here often?”
My answer was short and simple. “No.”
It was right then that the band on stage finished up their song and took a bow for the crowd. Done. Finished. The throng of revelers didn’t get the chance to disappear from the dancefloor before the main act came up onto the stage.
That’s when I recognized him—the Blue Hawk guy I’d checked out online.
He looked like a cocky performer with a decent ripple of muscle through his frame. Hardly a surprise the room was cheering for him. Especially not when his voice started up and flowed right through the venue.
He was good.
I looked across at Elaine. The man at her side was air punching and whooping. He ducked down to Elaine, and she was laughing as they cheered.
The crowd thrusted forward as another song started up and removed me from her view. I wasted no time and slipped away, weaving my way between the bodies, ignoring the way Pink Hair called out for me. I had eyes for no one but Elaine.
Closer.
Closer to the temptress across the floor with every breath and every step.
My cock was swollen in my pants, and it wasn’t for the woman I’d left behind. It was for the woman in front of me, the beautiful virgin, who I would turn into a whore. I would debauch a pretty Constantine princess and win Morelli Holdings at the same time.
She was swaying on her feet, holding her beer up high, and the man at her side was swaying along with her, nodding his head to the beat.
I wanted to see her pain with my reflection in her eyes. Slowly. Oh, so slowly.
I wanted to take her as mine as she moaned and murmured and begged.
It was a dark thrill in my gut as I stepped up behind her, close enough to catch her scent. Orchids and plums were wafting from her perfume, just like at Tinsley’s ball. It only added to the zing inside me as it brought the memories pounding back. The feeling of her body, so willing against mine. Her mouth, so wet and eager. Her pussy, so wet and so needy.
I wanted that again. I wantedheragain.
I stayed in position behind her, feeling her heat as she moved. So close. So fucking close.
The song finished and the prick by her side leaned down to her, and the silence between the tracks was enough that I could hear his words.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on him later,” he said, and Elaine laughed.
“Let’s hope he wants your hands on him, then,” she replied.
I couldn’t deny the relief at affirming the guy really had no road into her pussy. I saw no lust in her eyes as he smiled down at her, nothing but…friendship. Genuine friendship, so I made a note of him as a potential leverage.Tristan.He must be the Tristan from the calendar listing.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, and it was in the way she melted into him that showed me affection between them.
It was insane, just how the sight of that flared up in me.
How the way she touched him made me hungry for her to touchmelike that. I didn’t understand her impact on me, and I didn’t want to. There was nothing I wanted other than the thrill of breaking her and staring into the hate in her eyes, burning as brightly as mine ever would. The very thought of wanting more than that gave me shivers.
The bass started up again, and the two of them started swaying along with it, waving their arms above their heads. That’s when I did it. That’s when I made the move to close that final sliver of distance. I pressed up tight behind my blonde Constantine prey, letting out one single breath against her cheek as I put my hands on her waist and pushed on by.
It was fast. One tiny heartbeat in the thrum of the room. But it was enough.
It was enough that she tensed. Enough that she turned. Enough that I felt her eyes searching after me as I disappeared into the darkness of the crowd.
