All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 3

Three

The second the doors closed Yesina’s nerves returned like a stampede. She chewed on her bottom lip, looking around the room as if she expected something or someone to jump out at her. There had only been one vacant VIP room. Every other one was either already in use or would be shortly, and the bouncer made it clear that if she wanted to take someone back there, this was the only room she could use—the one with the two -way mirrors that let the surrounding rooms have a front-row seat to what went on in here.

She’d forgotten this room even existed in her rush to get Justice back here. She squinted her eyes, looking at the two-way mirrors as if that would help her see better. She prayed the other occupants were busy doing what they were doing and weren’t paying any attention to what was about to happen in here.

Yesina flexed her hands, feeling antsy. She shifted on her feet more out of nervousness than her body’s unchecked need to have Justice touch her. She’d been bold and ready to throw caution to the wind, letting him fuck her in the club in front of everyone—needing him to stake his claim on her. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was about him, but he spoke to some hidden part of her that hadn’t been allowed to let loose and be free since she was a teenager.

Since she was home.

But all that wild abandonment seemed to vanish once some of her lust cleared from her mind. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure about diving into a little exhibition—especially in a place where she would still have to show up to work. It was bad enough her boss was going to ask for his cut. There was no way it wasn’t going to get back to him that she left the floor to entertain someone in the VIP rooms. Her being back here was costing him money—money he would expect her to pay.

She shivered. The idea that money would have to be exchanged further cooled her overheated skin.

This was a mistake.

But whatever resolve she started to grow crumbled when she felt Justice at her back. His warm fingers traced the skin just above her shorts, and she shivered at the touch. “No other tattoos?”

His voice was a seduction, wrapping around and daring her to play. She leaned back—instinctively pushing her ass into him and was reward with a low rumble against her back.

“Only the one on my wrist,” she whispered, bringing her arm up to show him.

She’d always meant to get more but never had the time or the funds. It also felt like a betrayal of some sort. The only reason she had gotten the butterfly tattoo in the first place was to represent who she thought she was going to spend her life with. Those teenage dreams had faded only a year after living in Cedar Glenwick, and she never found the desire to let someone else put ink on her skin. Piercings were another matter. She’d gotten her nipples pierced and a vertical hood clit piercing. Her body rejected the nipple piercings so only the one below her waist remained.

She shuddered when Justice wrapped his big hand just below her tattoo and brought his lips to her skin. She sucked in a sharp breath when he nipped at her flesh. The sensation sent a jolt to her core, and she arched her back further into him—desperate to feel his touch on other parts of her body. Her head fell back on his hard chest and his other hand wrapped around her front, settling on her neck. His grip was firm, the move effectively kept her in place.

“You keep pushing your ass into me like that and this will be over long before it even starts,” he rumbled against her, dropping his hold on her wrist.

“You don’t want to dance for me, huh?” He chuckled. The sound was filled with delicious dark intent. It made her push into him more, needing to drive him as wild as she was feeling.

Every time he came into the club he was more reserved than the other customers. She always wondered about him—wondered what he was like and how it would feel to have his big body unleashed on hers. Now that she was alone with him and slowly melting into a puddle at his feet while he remained still very much in control of his own need, she couldn’t fathom what it would take to get him to lose himself in her.

“That’s it, mu?equita. Keep moving your hips for me.” Justice’s grip tightened on her neck and she gasped, surprised when a surge of wetness gushed out of her.

Her hips were moving on their own. She had no clue what song was playing through the speakers, but the sound added another layer of seduction to the air around them. Every concern she had quickly left her body, and only her need for the man who seemed to ignite something inside of her remained.

Had this been a hasty decision on her part?

Fuck yes.

Was she going to back down?

Her breath caught when he squeezed her neck tighter and drove his leg in between hers.

No, she wasn’t going to back down.

Yesina whimpered when her pussy rubbed against his thick thigh. Her hip movement grew as the friction he created sent sparks of pleasure across her body. She reached behind her, letting her fingers brush against his hard length. The low growl of warning should have put her off, but it only excited her—made her want to touch more of him. She touched him again, and he moved quicker than she could anticipate or track.

His leg was gone from between hers, and his hand no longer wrapped around the front of her neck. She didn’t have time to groan her protest because the dark floor of the room suddenly came into view, and the feel of his hand on the back of her neck kept her in place.

She felt the sharp sting of his hand on her ass, not once, not twice, but three times back-to-back. Each smack brought her up on her toes, desperate for more. She was soaked, and a needy moan fell from her lips when she felt the back of his knuckles brush up against her pussy.

“Yeah, you don’t want to dance for me. You want me to fuck you,” he whispered against her skin. His lips kissed a path up her back before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

“Fuck,” she hissed out when he cupped her.

“No sabes cuanto he esperado por esto,” he groaned. The words sounded like they’d been ripped from somewhere deep inside of him, and it made her heart beat rapidly.

She wasn’t sure why, but she felt the same way. Those short weeks since he’d been coming into the club felt like an eternity, and her body had waited a lifetime for this moment.

“On your knees, sweet girl.” He kissed her shoulder again, before releasing his hold on her and her body buckled to comply. The cool floor hit her skin, and her breath shuddered when she looked up at him looming over her.

He looked dangerous. His jaw clenched, and his eyes were so dark she could no longer see the color in them. His hands balled into tight fists as if he was afraid to touch her because it would be his undoing, and she felt her lips pull back into a smile at that thought.

“Dios, don’t look at me like that,” he groaned.

“Like what?” She bit her lip, her gaze flashing to the outline of his cock through his jeans. She reached up and licked her lips, eager to taste him.

Justice batted her hands away and took a step back. “No me toques, mu?eca. At least not yet.” He let out a breath, scrubbing his hand down his face before he refocused on her. “You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.” Yesina didn’t even hesitate. “Are you?” she questioned, feeling like maybe she should check to make sure he wasn’t having second thoughts either.

“More than you know. You have a safe word you like to use? And before you answer,” he cut her off when she opened her mouth to respond, “safe words aren’t exclusive to BDSM. A safe word is to protect us both, so if there’s anything you’re not into—or no longer into—it’s a clear indication for me to stop.”

Oh.

Well, that made sense and her respect for him grew. The few guys she’d slept with since moving to this godforsaken place hadn’t taken into account her pleasure or understood when she was no longer into something they were doing. She appreciated him for taking the time out to ask.

“Okay, hmm.” She thought about it for a moment and decided it was probably better to go with something simple. “Red. Let’s just use red.”

Justice nodded, and it was like a flip had switched. She saw it in the way his eyes roamed over her body and the way his arms relaxed at his sides. “Take your top off only.” The command was in his voice as he walked back toward one of the couches. He sat down like a predator who had just caught its prey and had no desire to outright kill it but rather enjoyed watching it squirm.

“Is there a problem?” he asked, adjusting himself. She shook her head. “Then why is your top still on? Remove it. Now.”

Justice didn’t raise his voice, but the cool command set fire to her skin. She wanted to obey him, but there was a stronger urge inside of her that wanted to find out what would happen if she disobeyed.

“And if I don’t?” she challenged, sitting back on her heels and spreading her legs open. She let her hands fall to the inside of her thighs and smiled when she saw him zero in on the movement of her hands.

“Tell me, mu?eca do you want to have an orgasm or a few of them tonight? Or would you rather let me use your body till I’ve had my fill, driving you to the point of climax only to be denied over and over again. I’d let you walk out of here thoroughly used with my cum all over your beautiful skin while your pussy is left aching.”

Yesina sucked in a sharp breath. “You wouldn’t.”

Justice leaned forward. “Try me. There is an art—a pleasure—in being denied. I have no issues in showing you how much that’s true.”

Her body hummed at the threat in his words. She looked at his hands before her gaze swept over his massive body. She could already feel him moving inside of her, could already see him pushing her right to the edge—she was already halfway there, and they hadn’t really done anything yet.

But would he be able to stop?

His eyes darkened. The challenge was there, almost begging her to take it, and some dark part of her wanted to. If she was going to see him again after tonight—be with him again, she’d do it, knowing she’d have a chance to shatter at his fingertips another night. But she didn’t want to miss this experience with him.

Yesina let out a breath, and her hands shook as she reached behind her to unhook the flimsy straps. Her top fell off with ease, and the cool air kissed her skin, making her nipples harden.

“Touch yourself, mu?eca. Show me how you tease yourself,” Justice growled, his words wrapping around her body.

Her hands followed the sensation of his voice. She started against her throat, her touch softer than his, but she closed her eyes, pretending it was him. Her breath hitched when her hands slipped down her neck and in between her breasts. Her hips moved on their own, following the beat to the R&B song that pumped through the speakers.

Justice growled low in his throat, and her eyes snapped to his. There was a storm brewing behind those eyes as he watched her—lighting danced in his gaze, and she felt it scorch the floor around her. He clenched his hands into fists every time she circled her breasts, but she had yet to cup them or touch her nipples, which were standing at attention, all but begging for his touch.

He shifted in his seat, leaning his arms over his massive thighs as if he was trying to get closer to her. She wondered if she could make his resolve break—she could already see cracks in his control. The way he ate her up with his eyes made her intoxicated.

She gasped, and it turned into a whimper when she heard the low growl that emanated from him when she pinched her nipples. She wanted to feel his teeth sink into her skin, and that’s what she imagined as she continued to touch herself. Her pussy throbbed, and she could feel that her shorts were soaked. She’d be embarrassed by how responsive she was—especially with the potential of people watching her, but she didn’t care.

All she could feel and focus on was the man across from her.

“Mu?eca,” he purred, and the sound had her closing her legs, wishing she could do something to relieve the ache coursing through her. “Are you wet, sweet girl?” She nodded, her head fell back as she let the music and her own hands push her closer to an edge she’d never been before.

“Come here.” He patted his leg when she looked back at him.

She hesitated a moment, trying to get her breathing under control. She didn’t trust that her legs were going to work, but once she was sure she wouldn’t fall flat on her face, she made a move to stand, but he stopped her with a slight shake of his head.

He tsked under his breath. “I didn’t say you could stand. I want you on your hands and knees. Crawl to me.”

“And if I don’t?” she challenged, not one hundred percent sure why she was pushing him.

The chuckle that fell from his lips made her shiver. “That’s twice, mu?eca. You plan on going for three?” He leaned back, letting his arms drape over the back of the couch. “Something you should know, I enjoy bringing my partners to the edge over and over and over again. I love watching their bodies shake when they’re so close to their climax but there’s no release in sight. I love watching how the slightest touch can border on that pain and pleasure scale, and most of all, I love how desperate that need makes them.”

Justice smiled, his gaze fixated on her breast. “You don’t have to take my word for it. I want to show you, and it’ll happen if you keep pushing, sweet girl.”

Yesina felt a coiling sensation build in her low stomach and slowly make its way up her body, restricting her air flow. Her breath came out in short bursts, and she licked her suddenly dry lips as his words settled over her. She couldn’t believe a part of her wanted to have him do those things he promised. She wasn’t sure her body could withstand it, but she was curious to try, until she remembered they didn’t have an endless amount of time together.

She slowly got on her hands. The cool floor made goosebumps appear up her arms. She kept her eyes locked on him as she crawled the short distance to him. He opened his legs wider when she got within reaching distance, using his index and middle finger to coax her closer.

“I don’t think I can wait,” he groaned, reaching forward. He cupped the side of her neck, pulling her up to her knees, and his lips came crashing down on hers in a searing kiss that made her moan.

He was everywhere at once. Her inhales had become his exhales. He was consuming her—or maybe she was consuming him. He tasted like cinnamon, and she practically jumped in his lap to get closer to him, to fill this need he was creating inside of her.

“Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I needed to taste you,” he murmured against her lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this—for you.” He nipped at her bottom lip, and his hands reached down to grab her hips. “I had plans for you, sweet girl, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

He pulled her up on to his lap in a quick move that left her lightheaded. She could feel him, and her hips moved on their own and that coiling sensation in her body tightened. Her head fell back on a whimper and he was right there, kissing, nipping, and sucking against her pulse.

“I don’t think I can wait either,” she whispered, gripping his shoulders.

An alarm blared over the music and white lights flashed around them. They both paused and waited. It sounded like the fire alarm had gone off, but she couldn’t smell anything that would have set it off. There were three knocks on one of the windows before the bouncer was pounding on the door to the room.

“Everyone out now,” he barked and Justice stood with her still wrapped around him. She gasped and clung to him, afraid he was going to drop her.

“Sorry,” he murmured, kissing the side of her head. He gently dropped her to her feet and pulled off his shirt, offering it to her. “Come on,” there was an urgency in his words that had her heart stammering.

“You think there’s a fire?” she questioned, wondering if she had time to grab her bag from her locker. His shirt smelled like cinnamon. It came down to her knees, and she had to fight the urge to bring the collar up to her nose and inhale.

Justice wore a tank top underneath. His body, from what she could see, was covered in tattoos, and now she was mad she couldn’t explore every inch of his skin.

“I don’t smell anything, but is there another way out of here that’s not the front and side exit?” His eyes flared when he looked down at her. “I think I like you in my clothes as much as I would have enjoyed seeing you out of your own.”

He turned her around, placing a hand on the small of her back as he ushered her toward the door. Once there, he waited a minute, his head tilted to the side like he was listening. There was another knock from the bouncer urging everyone out of the rooms.

Justice quickly opened the door, and Yesina could hear the commotion outside but still didn’t smell anything. Maybe it was a false alarm, and she didn’t want to dwell on the fact that she secretly hoped something was wrong because she knew her opportunity with him just slipped through her fingers, and she wasn’t sure it would come around again.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He slipped his palm into hers and with it came a piece of paper. She didn’t have time to check what it was as he pulled her out of the room and into the flow of bodies.

Yesina went to ask him a question until she caught sight of one of his tattoos on the back of his shoulder. She stumbled, her feet almost giving out on her when she saw the colorful wings of a butterfly that matched her own.

Holy shit.

Her surprise was short-lived when she walked into the main lobby and was greeted with flames.