We Need A Fucking Room

“Oh my goodness!” Belinda mouthed, awed by the beauty of the club.

The club was bustling with activities already and it was just 8pm.

“I will never really understand the hype behind a club” Mireille shook her head.

“You will understand soon just like you are getting to slowly understand the hype behind wanting someone” Belinda said loudly, over the blaring music of the club.

Mireille was dressed in a blue, short dress that Belinda had picked out for her. Belinda had taken out time to make her hair into beautiful waves at the ends of the dark hair and Mireille looked stunning.

Belinda looked just as beautiful in a white dress and her brown hair let down her back.

“The activities are always the same. Drinking and dancing.” Mireille mumbled to herself just before Belinda grabbed her by the arm and led her to the bar.

“Two shots of tequila sunrise” Belinda ordered.

“You do remember that I have a pretty low alcohol tolerance rate?” Mireille asked and Belinda rolled her eyes .

“Is there any reason for you not to drink, tonight? This is Dante’s club and I am sure no man would be able to force you into doing something you don’t want to do when Dante’s presence is all around here”

Mireille looked at Belinda, still slightly unconvinced but as Belinda dropped the glass in front of her, Mireille gave in.

She sighed softly and and took the glass to her lips, gulping down some of the contents.

“So are we just going to sit here, drinking?” Mireille asked and Belinda looked back.

A few more people had arrived in the club, clearly and Belinda knew the place was going to be fun.

“Just a bit more time before I go dancing. You want to join me?” Belinda asked but Mireille shook her head in a negative response.

“You can be such a killjoy” Belinda shook her head and Mireille chuckled.

“You are not going to hook up with someone tonight, are you?” Mireille asked, lifting the glass back to her lips.

“No. I am here tonight just for the fun” she giggled softly, twirling her hair.

“And that is because of Jonas?”

“Maybe” Belinda shrugged with a small smile.

A few more minutes passed before Belinda finally got up and left for the dance floor.

Mireille had had a few more shots and was feeling a bit tipsy but she still had some control over herself.

Mireille got up on her feet and walked after Belinda just to watch her best friend dancing.

Belinda had caught the attention of most of the people on the dance floor and though, a few others were still dancing, most of them were looking at her, admiring her dance moves and how sexy she looked at it.

Mireille grinned, a bit drunkenly and clapped her hands hard.

“You go girl!!” She screamed, cheering Belinda on.

Belinda chuckled and put in even more energy to dancing.

After watching Belinda dance for a while, Mireille went back to the bar attendant and got another shot of tequila.

Gently vibing to the loud songs of the club, Mireille had no idea when a man sat down on the chair beside her.

“Hello beautiful”

Mireille glanced at the man who had just greeted her. He seemed to be in his middle thirties and was wearing a black suit.

“Hello” her voice sounded a little drowsy and the man chuckled.

“You have a beautiful necklace” the man complimented and Mireille smiled, her left finger gliding over the necklace.

“Thank you. ”

“You are really too beautiful to be alone here, drinking”

“I am not really alone. My best friend is over there, dancing” Mireille replied.

“Why don’t you have some fun like your best friend too? Would you like to dance with me?” The man asked, getting back on his feet.

Mireille however shook her head in the negative.

“I am not really interested in dancing with you”

“C’mon, just loosen up and have some fun” the man urged her and grabbed her hand.

Mireille dropped the glass in her hands and protested.

“I don’t want to dance with you” she grumbled.

“You will love it!” The man insisted and pulled Mireille close.

“Let me go!” Mireille struggled to let him leave her hands.

“C’mon! Just a dance is all I am asking for! Don’t act like an expensive slut. I can pay you whatever amount you want for the night”

“I am not a slut!”

His hands were about to rest on her waist when a deep voice interrupted everything.

“One finger. Lay one finger on her waist and you will be six feets underneath the earth tonight” it was Dante.

The man shuddered and quickly took steps away from Mireille.

Mireille looked at Dante who was now close to her and a smile parted her lips.

“Are you okay, princess?” Dante asked Mireille who still seemed enthralled by his presence.

“Yes” she nodded her head with a drunken grin.

Dante cupped Mireille’s face and made her look up at him, his eyes carefully scanning her face.

“Where did he touch you?” Dante questioned, repressing the true venom in his voice.

“He grabbed my hand and led me here to dance when I told him I didn’t want to dance with him and… And then he called me a slut”

Dante’s gaze darkened. If Mireille was ever to be called a slut, he wanted to be the one calling her that while she cried for more of him. Dante turned and he glanced at the two men behind him.

“Take him away. Red” Dante said coldly and the man panicked.

“Please… I had no idea she was with you and…”

Dante heard no more of his words as the man was taken away.

“What is going to happen to him?” Mireille asked Dante.

“He is going to get what he deserves for calling you a slut” Dante replied, his thumb caressing Mireille’s cheek.

“Do you want to dance with me?” Mireille asked Dante, her eyes staring deeply into his.

The idea of dancing with Mireille was tempting but Dante was skeptical.

“You didn’t want to dance earlier” Dante pointed out.

“I want to dance now” she replied and Dante gave in.

“Fine” his right hand slid down her body, her fingers fondly trailing her curves until his hand rested on her waist.

As if on cue, the music switched into a wilder song and Mireille let out an excited scream. She threw her arms in the air and danced excitedly.

Dante groaned as her boobs pressed into his body and as if Mireille was intent on giving him a hard on, she turned and pressed her body back into Dante.

Dante had his hands back on her waist, his entire being appreciating the contact. Mireille pressed her ass against him, grinding him.

“What are you doing, Princess?” Dante groaned like he would be pushing her away soon but his arms around her waist pulled her even closer to himself.

“Dancing” Mireille replied.

“You are not dancing, you are grinding against me, Mireille. Like a little bad girl” his voice was hot, his breath hitting her ears as he leaned in.

Mireille stopped moving around and just grinded her ass into Dante the more, taking advantage of the courage the liquor had brought to her.

“You know what you are doing, Mireille. You can feel my cock already but you are not stopping” Dante growled, his breath getting just as heavy as that of Mireille.

Mireille gulped down, her entire body getting aroused by his erection pressing against her.

“You told me we should not do anything we wouldn’t do in front of James” Dante said into her ear, his voice deep and husky.

“So??” Mireille asked and Dante turned her swiftly to face him.

“So what are you doing, Princess?” Dante bent over to her height and pressed his forehead against hers.

“Going against your own words like a little bad girl?” He sounded so hot, so out of control and Mireille melted in his arms.

“Why…” She stared into his eyes and then her gaze fell to his lips. She longed to taste his lips badly.

“Why don’t you make me a good girl like you want me to always be?”

“Fuck” Dante cursed and pulled her in for a rough kiss.

Their lips crashed against each other, their bodies pressing as Dante dominated the kiss. His hands reached for her exposed thighs and caressed her thighs, making her moan into his mouth.

Her moan was sweet and it drove Dante a bit more crazy. His mouth covered hers fully, sucking her lips into his as he sought to get drunk with the taste of her lips.

The taste of the tequila on her lips was intoxicating and addictive. Dante nibbled on her lip, his teeth seeking to mark her as his not just on her lips but all over her body.

Mireille gasped softly and moaned when his hands groped her ass roughly. Dante’s tongue slid into her mouth, intertwining his tongue with her hers.

Their breathing turned heavier with each passing second. They were unwilling to let go of each other even though they clearly needed oxygen.

Mireille eventually pulled away from the kiss, looking into his eyes with anticipation.

“I think we fucking need a room right now, Princess”