Page 33 of Sinful Chains

“What if I told you I’m with all three of them?” she teased.

Oh, shit.

Ronan’s eyes narrowed just before he burst out laughing. “Ayo, you funny, San.”

My lips curled at the sound of him shortening her name, but she smiled again, amused by the whole encounter.

“You didn’t bring a date?” she asked.

“Nah.” His eyes dropped to the floor. “My main went out of town.”

I chuckled at that lame ass,I got a girlfriend but she goes to another schoolass excuse.

Ronan’s problem was never getting girls. The nigga played football and basketball. His problem was closing the deal. Pledging with us was his only salvation.

“You gon’ save me a dance?” he said.

"Nah, me first," Lil Mike cut in, causing me, Cruz, and Titan to shift our energy toward him.

Draven balled his face up. "Now why would she dance with one of y'all awkward ass niggas when she got me standing right here?"

Now Draven was asking for trouble. These niggas had no idea. None.

Our eyes all went straight to San.

“I don’t know,” she teased. “These three are my protectors. You have to ask permission.”

The others laughed heartily at that, not knowing how right she was. “I’ma swing back around when a slow song comes on,” Ronan said. “Be ready.”

“Why don’t you go get a drink,” Titan suggested in that way that let you know it wasn’t a suggestion at all. Ronan gave us a nod and walked off, while my focus went right back to San. My pulse roared in my ears as she touched Cruz’s arm while laughing at his jokes, and talking to Titan in that soft, sultry voice she used when she wanted to tame the beast inside of him.

All while she ignored me.

I sent one last text.

I’m buying you a membership here. Spa, fine dining, networking, private parties, fashion shows. All VIP shit for a VIP kinda woman. You deserve it all, San

She read it, then took her time taking another sip of her champagne. I watched her lips wrap around the rim of the glass, and her delicate throat bobbing as she swallowed.

She put her glass down.

And she looked at me.

Finally.

Her eyes locked on mine across the table, full of mischief, gratitude, and control.

I felt it physically, and it was all I could stand.

I shot up from my chair, muttering some bullshit about needing to use the restroom. And I guess I did, but for reasons other than the usual.

I stepped inside, locked the door behind me, and braced my hands on the sink, my breathing heavy and labored. I allowed myself one glance in the mirror, but that man was no help. He looked as desperate and horny as I felt.

I pulled her panties out of my pocket and pressed the thin strip of fabric to my nose. It smelled just like her pussy. Her essence. It was so visceral, I almost nutted right then. With my eyes squeezed shut, I shoved my other hand down my pants, my mind filled with nothing but thoughts of her.

Her eyes.

Her smile.

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