Dance of Ruin: Chapter 21

I freeze.

Every nerve lights up like it’s been plugged straight into him.

His voice is like molten steel, with an edge to it that teases over my skin and makes my breath seize in my throat.

His hand captures my hip, fingers digging into my side and making the still-fresh bruises there throb with both dull pain and electrifying excitement. I can feel the heat of his body behind me—hot, hard, unmistakably Nico—and my thin dress does nothing to hide the shiver that rolls through me.

I try to turn around, but he doesn’t let me.

“Nico—”

“Quiet,” he growls over the thudding bass pounding and swirling around us.

Something panicky starts to bubble up my throat.

I’m in trouble.

This isn’t playful. This isn’t flirtatious.

He told me not to go out tonight. He looked me right in the eye and told me to stay put. And then I walked out of the apartment and came here anyway.

I defied him.

And now he’s here—behind me—like a hurricane making landfall.

My heart slams in my chest. Heat crawls up my spine, spreads over my cheeks. I try to steady my breath, remind myself that he hasn’t said anything yet, hasn’t⁠—

He presses his mouth to my ear again, dragging his nose down my throat.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice what’s mine going missing?”

His body presses tighter against me. My pulse catches.

He’s…hard.

Extremely so, his hot, swollen cock pulsing against my ass through his slacks.

I’m suddenly more aware of the pressure of his chest against my back. The sharp inhalation at my neck. The steady, grounding sensation of his hand on my hip.

He’s not dragging me out of here.

He’s holding me.

Not like I’m his prisoner.

Like I’m what he came to find.

And suddenly, the fear in my chest melts into dark, heavy want.

Heat curls inside me, my skin tingling. All around us, people are dancing and drinking and cavorting, lost in the throbbing bass.

No one knows what’s happening right next to them.

What he’s doing to me.

What I’m letting him do.

He runs his palm down the front of my thigh, to the flirty hem of my dress. Suddenly, his hand is slipping underneath it.

“Nico!”

I try to stop him, my hands dropping to his wrist. I mean, for fuck’s sake, we’re surrounded by people.

But removing his hand is about as easy as it would be to detach my own hand from my arm right now.

There’s no stopping him. His fingers trace up my inner thigh, under the dress. My eyes go wide, darting all around me as if expecting everyone around us to whirl and suddenly call me out for being a slut. Like they can all tell what he’s doing.

But no one turns. No one stares. It’s dark, and everyone’s drunk or caught up in their own thing.

No one can see what he’s doing to me—or if they do, they don’t care.

My whimper catches in my chest as two of his thick fingers drag up my slit through my lacy panties.

“Already so fucking wet for me,” he growls into my ear.

I try to turn, even though he’s still pinning me hard against his chest and fat, throbbing erection.

“Nico—”

“You don’t get to say my name tonight, Naomi,” he murmurs, rolling his fingers over my swollen clit through my panties. “Not until I decide you’ve earned it.”

I close my eyes, my body caught in a war between shame and something worse.

Craving.

His mouth drags along the curve of my neck. My breath hitches as his hand grasps my hip harder, pulling me tight to him as he grinds his cock against my ass and rubs my clit under the dress.

Around us, the crowd is too thick, too drunk, too lost in the music to notice what’s happening. Even so, my heart pounds like it’s trying to escape.

“Hold still,” Nico growls against my body.

His fingers slip under the edge of my panties, open my folds, and sink deep inside. My mouth falls open in a silent scream as he grinds his palm against my clit, stroking his thick fingers against my g-spot.

“You wanted to be bad, Naomi. You chose to defy me. So I came here to remind you what happens to bad girls who disobey.”

My hips jerk when his fingers slide out and glide slickly over my clit. He holds my hip harder, keeping me still as his hand between my legs toys with me, circling my needy clit enough to make my knees buckle.

“Don’t come yet,” he warns. “Not until I say so.”

My head spins. I’m standing in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by hundreds of people. I don’t know where my friends are. I don’t even care.

All I care about is him.

He presses his cock against me through his pants, grinding slow and hard as his hand brings me closer to the edge.

“You’re dripping,” he murmurs. “And in public.” He leans into me and nips my neck with his teeth, just under my ear. “What a dirty little slut I’ve found.”

I can’t speak.

Can’t even think.

All I know is that he’s spinning me around and yanking me hard against him. He reaches between us, and my reality glitches when he tugs his zipper down and I feel the hot pulse of his bare, thick cock slip up between my thighs as his fingers yank my panties to the side.

“Lift your leg,” he purrs against my mouth, his lips less than an inch from mine.

I don’t even hesitate. I just raise my leg and wrap it around his hip, my heel digging into the back of his thigh. My dress hikes higher until I feel the cool rush of air kiss my bare skin.

Nico shifts against me, pressing his hips forward and angling his cock against my dripping wet lips. To the casual observer, it just looks like we’re grinding in an especially dirty way. My dress is still keeping that part from view.

The crowd pulses around us, oblivious.

The music surges.

Nico breathes against my lips like he owns every inch of my body.

“You wanted to be bad,” he murmurs. “This is your punishment.”

I gasp loudly as the thick head of his cock presses hot and hard and pulsing against my pussy, the piercing at the tip adding another layered dimension of stimulus to my throbbing nerves.

“Nico—” I choke.

“Shut up,” he grunts. “Take my cock like a bad girl.”

He drives into me with one quick, powerful thrust, stealing the breath from my lungs. My leg trembles around him. My head falls back.

The crowd moves. The lights flash. And no one knows what’s happening in the center of it all.

He starts to pump—short, brutal strokes that make me whimper with every slam of his hips. One of his hands slides under my dress and grips my ass, the other tangles in my hair as he fucks me deeper.

“This pussy is mine,” he snarls. “You don’t take it out dancing unless I say so.”

“Yours,” I moan, clinging to his muscled arms and shoulders as he rams into me.

“Say it again.”

“Yours!” I choke.

He growls low in his throat. The sound rumbles through his chest, vibrating against mine. His thrusts get harder. Rougher. His cock drives deeper, over and over, until my knees threaten to give out and my breath dissolves into helpless little gasps I can’t control.

I’m shaking. Lost. Shattering, held together only by the brutal rhythm of his body against mine and the way his hands grip me like he’ll never let go.

His mouth finds my shoulder, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. His free hand slides up and mauls my breasts, making me choke in pleasure. His fingers pinch my tight nipples through the dress, sending me higher as my hips roll frantically against him.

His cock just keeps getting bigger, swelling harder inside me, making me tighter and tighter around him until I feel impossibly full and utterly claimed.

“Mine,” he rasps into my lips as his fat cock rams into me over and over, dragging over my throbbing clit as the world melts around me. “Fucking mine.”

The way he says mine makes something inside me break and snap.

His cock rails into me, curving deep inside me as he twists my nipples and grips my ass. And that fucking piercing…GOD. It’s like a perfect stroke against my g-spot over and over.

And suddenly, his mouth erases the tiny distance between it and mine and he’s kissing me like he wants to devour me whole.

It’s the final straw. Instantly, I’m coming—hard.

Around him. On him.

For him.

I shriek into his mouth, nails raking down his arms and shoulders, hips bucking as the orgasm explodes through me.

I’m heedless of anything else around me: the crowd, the music, any of it.

All I know is the sheer ecstasy of shattering around him as I melt into oblivion.

Nico hisses a curse and slams into me one final time, buried so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat, letting go with a groan that’s half fury, half worship. Another orgasm slams over me, sucking the air from my lungs as his cum spills inside me, thick and hot.

I cling to him, boneless.

Ruined, in the most beautiful way.