Page 121 of Beautifully Ruined
I know her.
It’s Macy from work, looking so sexy and gorgeous in her lingerie, her make up made to look like a woman ready to be fucked.
Macy.
Working here?
She looks over, and our eyes lock. For a moment, she goes still, her eyes going wide, but then she blinks and looks away, going back to focus on the man whose lap she’s on.
Of course, that’s when Thomas walks by, slowing as he passes my table, hand skimming my cheek, and his eyes lock on my breasts.
He stops, comes closer, and I’m grossed out that he gets hard as he looks at me, his hand stroking over the ribbon in my hair.
“You look sixteen. Maybe younger if we washed off the makeup.” He looks me up and down. “But you’re definitely of age, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” I push out the words, fighting the sudden urge to lurch out of his way and run to Cade.
He didn’t mean anything. He’s the same as everyone else in here. A man with urges and desires. And he didn’t wish me younger, just commented Ilookedyoung. And he confirmed I’m of age.
But still…
I repress the shudder.
It’s just the memories of Isaac and what happened. It’s the PTSD of being locked in that room, even for as short a time as it was.
“Good, good.” He smiles, drops his hand and steps away. “Your outfit is…singular. Did you pick it, or Cade?”
I swallow. “Cade did.”
And his smile widens. “Are you enjoying the club? Cade mentioned you’re taking your time, getting used to it. It’s your second club?”
“First. My first. But I love it.”
This time, I get up, look around.
I don’t see Cade. And a low panic starts to set in.
“You really are new at the club scene. You could walk around naked, offer to suck all the cock you want, and not one man would touch you. They’d let you, don’t get me wrong, but they won’t touch you and won’t approach you. Just don’t take off the bracelet.”
I shiver. He’s giving me advice and trying to assuage my fears, so why does it feel like a threat?
But before I can say anything, Cade arrives and puts the drinks down, sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me in against him, silently staking his claim on me.
“You’re a lucky man,” Thomas says.
Cade looks at me, then at him. “I’m aware.”
“Unless you like to share your toys?—”
“I don’t share, Thomas.”
Cade kisses me, soft and sweet, giving me something to hold on to, to cling to in this place. Not just him, but his kiss.
And I grab him, kissing him back, the music fading, along with the voices and the chuckle I think belongs to Thomas. I kiss Cade, pressing against him, melting, my tongue seeking more as I try to lose myself in him.
Cade doesn’t seem to mind, the kiss changes to erotic and hard, and we move until I hit the wall, and he slides his fingers up my thigh, his erection pressing into me, making it clear how much he wants me.
He breaks the kiss, his lips at my ear. “Fuck. It’s so hard for me not to have my way with you here.”
