Page 22 of Dare To Fall

His head dips to nuzzle my cheek, and then he licks my ear. “I’m guessing this is supposed to be more than a dance.”

“I’m supposed to flirt with you.”

“And?”

I hesitate, only answering when his fondling hands pinch my ass. “Seduce you into taking me back to your room to have sex.”

“Then we better give them a show.” He presses a kiss to my lips. It’s soft, chaste, and teasing.

“Open for me, Bella,” he whispers against my lips.

Kellan’s tongue invades my mouth to entwine with my own. It’s different from the way Eli kisses me. There’s no dominance or anger. I taste passion and heat, but it’s not the same. It doesn’t want to consume me, like when I’m with my stepbrother.

Kellan raises his head and grins. He spins me around and grinds his groin into my ass, his hands holding my hips. His hard-on presses against me, and an unexpected ache fills my body.

I catch sight of Eli watching us as Kellan spins me again, his gaze hooded.

“Play with me, Bella. Make him show how jealous he is. That’s what they want.” Kellan murmurs in my ear, his lips kissing up along the side of my neck. My attention on Eli, I glide my hands up my body to cup my breasts. I keep my focus on him while I dirty dance with his best friend. We’re practically dry humping each other to the beat of the song. Kellan’s hands bunch the material at my hips, dragging it upward.

My groin tightens with need, my breath hitching, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. Having Eli watching us is a turn-on I can’t deny.

“No panties, Bella? How deliciously shocking.” Kellan chuckles. “Are you wet? All it would take is another few tugs, and everyone would see your pretty pink pussy.”

I grab his wrists, but he doesn’t pull my skirt higher than my thighs.

“Kellan.” He stops at my warning tone.

“Maybe they want me to fuck you right here on the dance floor.” One hand still clutching the fabric, he uses the other to bend me over at the waist and grinds behind me. “I could, you know. With Eli’s blessing.”

Pushing back against him, my lips part, my eyes half closing.

A mix of unease and arousal twists my stomach. It pulses between my legs, where an echo of Eli’s fingers thrusting inside me scorches me like flames from the inside. It’s so strong and painful that I half expect my dress to disintegrate.

Eli’s lips thin, his unforgiving eyes watching us as we move. And then he turns on his heels and shoves his way through the crowd toward the exit.

Awareness pours back in. Faces are watching us, phones up and recording. I struggle to free myself from Kellan’s arms, mortification burning my cheeks, but he catches my wrists and hauls me back. He pushes hard into the vee of my thighs, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the thin fabric of my dress.

His gaze drops to my mouth, skimming over my lips. “Put your arms around my neck. We’re not finished here. We’ll dance for a little longer, and then I’m taking you back to the room.”

Chapter 13

Eli

“Close the door.”

I’ve been sitting in the dark for almost an hour, Zoey’s last party playing on a constant loop in my head. The comparisons between then and now. Between her behavior and Arabella’s. I can’t get how that night ended out of my head. I don’t want this one to end the same way.

The bite in my voice is not lost on Kellan. He drops his arm from Arabella’s shoulder and turns to twist the lock on the door. She doesn’t move, staring at me out of those big blue eyes.

“Did you enjoy dancing with Kellan?

“It’s what I was told to do.”

“That’s not answering me. Did you enjoy it? Is your pussy wet? Did he touch you? Kiss you? Did you ride his fingers on the dance floor? Did you come for him?”

“What?” Her voice is a shocked whisper.

“It’s an easy question. Are you wet? You liked him touching you before. Did you like me watching while he ran his hands over your body? While his mouth sucked on your skin? Did it make you wet?”

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