Chapter 10: Tonight, I Want Aurora. She's All I Want.
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This time she pulls me through the crowd. Her friends barely notice us leave. The blonde is surrounded by about three different guys, each vying for her attention and the bloke is focused on the girl he's making out with.
Even though I'm with Aurora, several girls try to get my attention as we approach the bar. They would make this easy for me, I laugh to myself, but that's not what I want tonight.
Tonight, I want Aurora. She's all I want.
When we reach the bar, I stand behind her so close I can feel every inch of her against me. I'm getting hard, and I hope she can feel it.
I want her to know how much I want her. How much every part of me is attuned to her body. My hands are on her, and I'm kissing her on her shoulder, her back, her neck, her ear... anywhere I can reach.
She pulls in a breath as I suck on her neck.
"I want you," I tell her. My voice sounds harsh and uncontrolled; it reflects how I feel, completely lost like a stray f*cking cat that's found the cream. I lick my lips at the thought. I feel wild with anticipation.
She orders more tequila, and I'm surprised by how steady her voice is. I thought I was affecting her too. I want to sulk. I'm not used to being the one doing the chasing.
I glance around, and as if to prove my point there are several girls giving me the look; the look that implores me to abandon Aurora and give them my attention instead, but I'm not interested. I'm wealthy and attractive, and at the risk of sounding shallow, that usually gets me what I want. I wear an expensive outfit, put a sexy smirk on my face, buy a girl a few drinks and take her home in my flashy car, and it works every time.
Except possibly tonight.
I get the impression, Aurora isn't impressed by that sort of thing.
We down the shots and then I decide to make a move. I turn her around so that she's leaning with her back against the bar. She's looking up at me with big doey eyes now that I've got her trapped, my arms around her like a cage. I like the feeling it inspires in me. The sense of control, power.
She's at my mercy.
She looks unsure like she really doesn't know how to respond, as she lowers her gaze towards the floor. I take pity on her and lean in to kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.
The kiss is anything but gentle. It's devastating.
It's the sort of kiss that would destroy a weaker man but Aurora doesn't realise her own influence. She has no idea how she affects me. She's irresistible and she's completely overpowering me, and although I'm enjoying the benefits, I'm not sure I'm going to like the consequences.
Consequences are something I try to avoid.
In fact, consequences are something I always avoid; negative or positive. The only consequence I allow is a brilliant orgasm. That's always the climax. Then I leave, and I don't look back.
The music is loud, but my heartbeat might be louder. She's driving me insane. I have to have her.
I crave her; perhaps if I let myself have her just once, that might be enough... Just one taste?
She's got me completely enticed. I'm not at all sure what it is about her that has me so captivated, but I'm pretty convinced I can't escape her.
I know I definitely don't want to; at least not tonight. No. Tonight I want her. Tonight, I'll do anything to make her mine.
"Should we go find somewhere quiet?" I ask her because I think I might scare her off if I invite her back to mine just yet. I don't want to scare her away. I don't want to overwhelm her.
She nods but doesn't say a word until we've found a private booth in the garden. There are people all around us, but because of the nature of the booths, we are completely out of sight. There's a gentle breeze, and she shivers as I pull her onto my lap and kiss her again. I've finally got her all to myself. If I were a lion, I'd be roaring in triumph.
"You're beautiful," I tell her before I can stop myself.
I usually avoid compliments. It's actually a rule; don't be too nice.
Compliments suggest you are interested in more than just tonight and I am never interested in anything beyond the one night. I have another rule, only talk about s*x or things that will lead to s*x. I don't talk about anything that might suggest that I want to know them better because I never do.
God, I sound like a b*stard, but I've always been comfortable with that fact, until now.
Because I'm genuinely intrigued, I ask, "so why did you come out tonight?"
I'm fascinated, intensely so. I want to know everything about her.
She's slightly breathless, but her eyes are fiery.
"Tallulah came home today, so I guess we're sort of celebrating." Tallulah, that's the blonde friend. I'm nodding my head, surprisingly eager to hear more.
"You certainly looked like you were celebrating earlier." I shouldn't say it, but I can't stop myself. I've barely known her an hour, and I've broken at least a dozen rules. Sh*t. It is against the rules, but I can't help myself. I want her to know that I have been watching; that I've been aware of her all night.
She blushes.
"We were making a list."
"A list?"
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