Page 17 of Freak

And everyone felt fucking incredible.

Women draped themselves over the second-floor curtains, attempting to fly down them. Men slipped sheets of ecstasy over their lover’s tongues, dancing like animals in heat ready to take their party to another room.

Some couldn’t even make it to a more private area as they fucked in the middle of the strobe-lit floor.

The smell of sex and tequila, of the primal urge to fuck and get fucked, got us so hot that Rafael and I couldn’t keep our hands off one another. Then again, what was new?

But of all these temptations—the lure of glitter and bodies, breasts, and slutty little dresses—nothing fascinated me more than the prospect of meeting one particular person of interest. Sure, the party was hosted by none other than, Hollywood super star, Alex Rivers, but it wasn’t him I was interested in.

No.

It was his beautiful assistant I’d been eyeing since the moment Rafael and I walked through the grand double doors.

I’d seen her at previous parties before. She was practically attached to Alex’s hip—most of those nights anyway—before she’d eventually make her flirtatious way into the dance floor with other women; women who had come in with their own date.

Anytime I saw her, I noticed she’d hit on couples, and she was the reason I wanted to bring Raf with me. We never had a threesome, yet tonight looked very promising. I believed my client mentioned her name was Ivanna. When I had asked for more information, she didn’t know much about the movie star’s assistant, because—I quote—“nobody cares about those people.”

Except I did.

Especially when they looked as wickedly good as her.

I’d been watching her intently all night as I danced with Raf.

Tonight, Ivanna had been talking to another woman. She was a cute auburn-haired beauty, but I was only interested in Ivanna, the seductive baddie with a short, bobbed cut; sleek, trimmed bangs; and a gorgeous peach of an ass to match.

I wasn’t sure when I realized my attraction for women. It always existed. And just as the sun would rise and set, so would my desires for a woman like Ivanna.

I was a sucker. A sucker for dark, heart-wrenching eyes, for full lips that could be kissed, that could whisper the vulgar and sweet things my ears begged to hear. It was all of this, along with the laugh, the catlike expressions, the chiseled cheeks, full breasts and hips that screamed to be held onto—screamed like a fun fucking time.

I may have loved dominating men.

Clearly.

I loved how submissive Rafael was to my words and ways. But her? I’d let her dominate me. I’d let her command me around. I’d do just about anything to get close to her, to see what she hiding under her skin-tight, latex pants—the ones whose zipper I wanted pull down with the tip of my pearly white teeth.

I caught her looking over at Rafael and I dancing. Not once, not twice, but ten goddamn prolonged times. The electric drum of a beating bass reverberated off the floor and up my legs as Ivanna and I locked eyes from across the club. This wasn’t a passing glance or a friendly hello. This was a dangerous game of who would look away first.

Neither of us wanted to budge.

“Did I ever tell you how breathtaking you look in black?” Rafael nipped at my ear while I grinded my ass against his front, feeling the fullness of his erection right at my center.

He never disappointed.

He was always ready for me, and it turned me on to no avail.

Even as discreet as I was in public, I wouldn’t mind letting Raf fuck me, right here on the dance floor, just for her eyes only.

“Tell me what you think of her,” I panted, laying my head back on his chest, delirious in lust.

“Who?” He asked breathily.

I turned toward him this time, licking up his ear as I whispered, “The woman dressed in the black corset in the back corner. Gorgeous, tan, rectangle sunglasses sitting on her cute nose.”

Rafael furrowed his brow at me, intrigued, then looked behind me before subtly nodding. “I bet she tastes as good as she looks… Ms. Evans.”

“Like a little treat should.” A devious smile tugged at my lips. Ivanna crossed her legs from across the room, and it made me oh-so-impatiently hungry. Desperate. There was nothing I wanted more than to pull those knees apart and taste that delicious cunt.

“What did you have in mind?”

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