My fingers tightened around the glass as I glared at them. Her fingers trailed down his shirt, and I yearned to break every bone in those puny fingers. But I knew I had no right to get jealous about his relationships with other women, especially since I turned down his feelings. I gestured for a waiter to come over and grabbed another glass of champagne.
"Easy, Mia. You're a lightweight," Tara sounded worried.
"Don't you think you've had enough for the night?" Isaiah said.
I smiled and held his tie. "I don't think so."
He stared at me silently, studying my face. "I wanna stop you, but you look so cute drunk."
"Do I?" my eyes searched his, as I closed the distance between us.
His arms wrapped around my waist, steadying me and I giggled.
"Wanna get out of here?" he asked.
I didn't want to leave the party with him. It'll only cause a misunderstanding between Damon and I. So, I moved away from him, only to find myself stumbling. He grabbed me quickly and pulled me towards him.
I blinked. His heart was beating fast in his chest as he hugged me close.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Someone tore me away from him before I could reply and I met Damon's cold stare.
"You're drunk," with that he grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him.
"I'll take care of her," he said.
I didn't want to go with him either. So, I straightened and pulled away from him.
"Why don't you go back to your tycoon heiress?"
He leaned closer to me. "Do you want to go with me quietly or do you want me to carry you over my shoulder making a show out of it?"
I considered my options.
"Fine."
I passed the glass to Isaiah and smiled. "See you later."
He nodded, a sad smile on his face.
I walked down the silent hallway, staggering and holding the wall to keep from falling. We got to our room and I waited until he swiped the card on the door before entering.
"Just so you know, I'm not drunk," I said.
"I can see," he turned on the lights and I glared at him.
"Shouldn't you be with the tycoon woman whatever?"
"Why? Do you want to go back to Isaiah?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Maybe."
His jaw tightened.
"Maybe I liked being in his arms," I taunted.
He stalked over to me and grabbed my neck.
"You liked the way he touched you?"
I stared at his lips. "What if I did?"
"Ivy," it was a warning for me to tread carefully, but I didn't want that.
"What, didn't you like the way her hands were all over you too?"
He smirked. "What if I did?"
The anger burned through my veins.
He was mine.
Mine to hold, mine to touch, and mine to love.
He saw the look on my face and smiled. "Does that make you mad?"
My chest heaved.
His eyes trailed to my lips, his hold tightening around my neck.
He leaned closer, his warm breath on my face sending chills down my spine. "What are you gonna do about it?"
I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to me. "You're mine."
"Prove it," he whispered.
I jumped on him, wrapping my thighs around him as I kissed him. His tongue dancing in my mouth, warm and familiar. I scratched his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me. I wanted to feel his skin in mine. He carried me to the bed and pulled away from me. He stared at the dress, a frown on his face. Without a word, he ripped the fabric from my body, exposing my breasts.
"I'll buy you a better one," he said.
I grabbed his neck and pulled him to me. His kisses slowly traced invisible lines down my neck, nibbling and biting. I squirmed when he bit into my skin, my thighs shaking. He slowly made his way down my collarbone and paused as he gazed upon my breasts. The erect nipple standing straight, his breath was warm as he stared at it. His eyes met mine as he slowly put one in his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned loudly.
"Okay, turn off the mic please," Tara chimed in.
I removed the mic from my ear and threw it across the room, just as Damon slowly made his way between my thighs. My legs squeezed shut, and he teased them open slowly. He maintained eye contact as he pulled down my underwear. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when his tongue grazed the little bud. I pulled him up, grabbing his hair.
"I need you, now," I removed his shirt frantically and unbuckled his seatbelt.
His first stroke hit my womb, and my eyelids fluttered, as I grabbed the sheets in ecstasy.
"Look at me," he whispered.
I opened my eyes and stared at his blue orbs.
"Right there," I whimpered, opening my mouth.
My legs wrapped around him tightly. He shoved a finger in my mouth, and I licked it while staring at him.
"You're mine," he said.
He pushed so far in me, I felt it at the core of my being. I closed my eyes as I moaned in pleasure.
"Say it," he whispered.
"I'm yours," I whimpered.
I was close, and I knew he was too when he slowed his strokes. His eyes rolled over as he grunted and I touched his face.
"Look at me," I said, and bit his lip.
He stared into my eyes as we both reached our limits.
"Fuck," he grunted with one last push.
I felt the warm liquid slide down my thighs, and I smiled in satisfaction.
He collapsed on me and kissed my hair. "I love you."
I wrapped my arms around him tightly.
"I love you too."