17. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

I don't remember getting to the club. Not all of it. Flashes of a limo. People laughing. Shots. Champagne. Someone yelling out the sunroof.

Maybe it was me. Maybe it wasn't. I don't fucking know.

But what I do know is that someone put something in my drink.

I'm fucked. More than just drunk. I'm happy. Having a good time. And the thing that really drives home that I've been drugged? I'm dancing. And not like a slow dance that anyone can get away with. No, I'm grinding my ass all over Sev's giant hammer cock while his hands grip my waist like I belong to him.

And it feels fucking good.

Alcohol doesn't do this to me.

Considering Sev has a history of drugging me, I wouldn't put it past him. But something about that doesn't seem right. He drugs me to capture me, but he waits for me to be alert. Was concerned when he gave me too much. No, I'm pretty sure there's someone else responsible for it, but honestly? I don't care right now. Because everything feels so fucking good.

"You are so sexy," Sev growls in my ear, pressing his hand on my stomach and tugging me closer to him.

I haven't been to a club in a long fucking time. Not since my early twenties. It's not really my scene. Yet, here I am now, mid-thirties, partying like I'm a teenager. I glance around, making sure Reese and Ez are still here. I know I came with them, but I don't know where they've been.

I find both of them mixed in the crowd with their wives, dancing as dirty as I am. It makes me laugh. Not so much for Reese, but for Ezra? Didn't know the guy had it in him. Did they drug me? Are they drugged too? Did I agree to this? My head is all over the place.

"Stop staring at other guys," Sev snaps. Before I can argue, he's spinning me so we're face to face. His hands are on my hips again, and he's grinding his cock against mine and making me even harder than I already was. The guy is a giant, but fuck, he can dance. The way he moves his hips? Christ, I may come in my pants. I groan, resting my forehead on his shoulder as I allow myself to get lost in the pleasure.

"What the fuck do you care what I do?" I ask, dragging my hands up his rock-hard abs and putting a small bit of space between us so I can look at him.

"I already told you I don't share." He grabs my arms and puts them around his neck, slowly dragging his fingers along them until sliding them down my back. I don't want to hold onto him like this, but I do. Whatever drug is coursing through my system is making me way to pliant. I ignore the fact I've been thinking about fucking him since we were at the hotel… Because that is absolutely, one hundred percent, not fucking happening.

"I already told you I'm not yours." The words come out but even I don't believe them. Which is ridiculous because I definitely don't belong to him.

"We both know you're lying."

I shake my head. "No, you're just crazy and make up conversations in your head."

"Everyone does that."

"No they don't!"

His eyes shine down on me with humor and lust. He drags his hands up my sides and brings his face to my neck. I tilt my head to the side and hate myself for it. I want his lips on me. Want his mouth on me. I want him touching every inch of my body.

He drags his soft lips against my clammy skin, and I feel the rumble in his chest.

"I want to sink my teeth into your skin."

Okay, that's not creepy at all.

"Not into cannibals," I say.

He chuckles, then says, "What if I just taste?"

He drags his tongue along the column of my throat and nips at my chin before I can get a word out. Fuck, that's good.

I swallow hard as I meet his eyes again. He's inches away. I could kiss him. I want to. He wants to too. I can feel it. But I don't because that would be really stupid.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask. My mind and body are having a disconnect. My mind is so confused over what the fuck is happening, yet my body won't get the hell away from him. It's like we're magnets being pulled together and nothing will tear us apart.

"Because I want to. Because I can," he answers.

"That's stupid."

"Why is it stupid?"

"People don't just do things because they can." I know how dumb that sounds when it comes out of my mouth, but I've got nothing else. Of course people do things because they can. That's literally how we work.

"Yes they do. You should try it."

"No, thanks."

"Come on, live a little."

"I am living."

"To what extent? Your life is boring."

"You know nothing about my life!" I shout, and step back.

It doesn't make a scene because the music is so loud no one can hear. Everyone is so caught up in who they're dancing with that they aren't paying us any attention.

"I know a lot of things," he argues, stepping to me and grabbing my arm.

"Well you shouldn't," I bite out and yank my arm away. He's crossing too many lines. This is out of hand. He shouldn't know things about me. He shouldn't understand what's going on in my head.

Pushing through the crowd, I head to the bathroom. I burst through the door, causing one guy who's pissing, to startle. I go to the sink and splash cold water on my face. This warm feeling courses through my veins making me feel fuzzy and staticy. It's so fucking weird. The other guy in here quickly washes his hands and leaves. I'm surprised when I'm alone in the bathroom. Splashing more cold water on my face and the back of my neck, I glance in the mirror and chuckle at how ridiculous I look. Anyone from a mile away could see how fucked up I am, and for some reason, that's funny to me.

The door opens. In walks Bigfoot, his reflection shining in the mirror.

"Jesus, can you just fucking—"

My words are cut off when Sev grips the back of my neck and shoves me against the wall, face first. I hit it so hard the air knocks from my lungs. Thankfully the pain is only felt in my chest and not on my face. The last thing I want to deal with is a broken nose.

Fuck, this isn't good. My heart picks up, pounding a little harder.

He's going to kill me. Then he's going to kill my friends too. Hell, he could wipe out this entire club and no one would know it was him. He'd walk out without a scratch and a smile on his face. This man is dangerous. What was I thinking, letting him around people I care about? I should have told everyone who he really was. I should have killed him the first moment I saw him. Not just tonight, but weeks ago. I'm playing with fire here, and it's not a good idea. I'm in over my head with him.

I ignore the pain and suck in a breath, ready to kill this fucker when I get the chance. He presses his body against mine, crushing me. Fuck, he's going to kill me just like this. He's so damn big he could do it. I can barely move. Either he's going to crush my body or I'm just going to suffocate. Either of those are options when it comes to him.

"You are fucking infuriating," he seethes in my ear. A moment later, the pressure of his body is gone. He grips my shoulder, spins me, and pushes my back against the wall, crowding my space once more. The whole thing happens so fast it throws me off kilter.

I'm even more confused when his hand slides over my dick. My hard, aching dick. With the other hand he undoes my button and zipper. I don't stop him. I don't want to stop him. I've been thinking about fucking him for way too long… Admitting that isn't easy, but it's the truth.

When my dick is out, he gives it one firm stroke, and I moan so loudly it's fucking embarrassing.

What is happening?

Sev chuckles, his mouth right by my ear.

"I'm doing this because I can," he says, then strokes me again. "Because I want to. And because I know you're going to fucking love it."

He drops to his knees and drags his tongue around the crown of my dick, sucking on the very tip like his goal is to suck the cum directly from my balls.

"Fuck!" My fingers scrape against the wall, but there's nothing to grab onto, so I find his hair. He slaps my hands away.

"Don't think you're controlling me, Hawk."

He grabs both my wrists in each hand and presses them flat to the wall, then takes me to the back of his throat. I hiss through my teeth and buck my hips, needing to go deeper. I smile when he doesn't gag, my body shivering at how good it feels. He growls, taking both my hands into one, bends them at the elbows, and presses them against my chest. Hard. It's difficult to breathe. He shifts on his knees to get his weight behind it and uses his forearm to hold my hips to the wall. Jesus, I can't move. I've never had a man be able to hold me down like this before.

It's so… fuck, it's so good.

The feeling of being held down, of not being able to move. Of my dick in his hot wet mouth. I'm helpless.

Why do I like it?

He deep throats me again and holy fuck, that feels amazing.

My body fights against him, but either because of the alcohol, the drugs, or me just not fucking caring because I'm getting my dick sucked, I barely move. I'd like to think on a good day I could fight him off. But that's my pride talking. Every other part of me likes that I can't. Likes knowing that he can control me. That he's in charge, and there's nothing I can do about it. Something about him being able to overpower me has me so fucking hard. I want to lie down and roll over onto my back and submit to him. It's pathetic. It's not me. That's not who the fuck I am.

But the way his body looks right now? All the muscles in his arms tense as he uses his strength to overpower me. His lips wrapped around my cock. The way his lashes rest on his cheek because they're so long and thick… He's gorgeous.

"Fuck, I'm close." The voice that leaves me doesn't sound like mine. But there's no one else here and I am fucking close.

Who the hell am I? I don't let guys do this to me. I'm the one who does it to them. I'm the top. I'm the one in control. Yes, guys suck my dick, but they aren't the ones holding me down. I hold them down. I fuck their mouths. I tell them what to do. I take what I want and give them what they want.

What the hell is happening?

Sev makes a sound of approval that tingles the tip of my dick, sending sparks all the way to my balls. He takes me to the back of his throat again, and I'm fucking done for.

"Fucking hell," I groan as I spill down his throat. The orgasm has my knees weak, each pulse of my dick making me lightheaded. He swallows every drop of my cum, moaning while he does. I can't tell which of us is enjoying this more.

He gets to his feet, cheeks flushed, hair a mess. "Get on your fucking knees." He undoes his jeans and pulls out his dick. It is massive. Like… way too big. But fuck, if it isn't the most gorgeous dick I've ever seen. "Now."

I don't know why I do it, but I do it.

I drop to my knees in front of him and look up. It's on the tip of my tongue to beg him, fucking beg him, to give me his cock. I've never wanted to make someone come as badly as I want to make him come right now. He leans forward, placing his palm on the wall for leverage, spits into his other palm, then coats it over his dick and jerks off hard and fast.

"Open your goddamn mouth," he growls, looking down at me.

I'm panting, but I do as I'm told, watching the way he works his dick, wanting to suck him into my mouth. But I don't. I just sit here. And wait. I do as he wants me to.

When did I become this person?

"Ready for my cum, baby?"

I nod eagerly, moving forward and opening my mouth. My dick is hard again. All for this man's cum. I've never gotten hard over the thought of swallowing cum before.

Sev keeps stroking his dick, and places just the tip on my bottom lip, aiming into my mouth, as he rumbles a low sound of pleasure. The first shot hits the back of my throat, hot and sticky. Over and over he fills my mouth, the sounds of pleasure like music to my fucking ears. I swallow it all, this strange sensation filling my chest as I do what he wants. When he's done, he tucks himself away, pulls me to my feet, and presses me to the wall again. We're both panting, flushed, and staring at one another like we're both confused as fuck yet ready to go again.

The regret hasn't settled in yet. It will. I know it will. It's just not there yet.

Sev searches my eyes, and I think he's going to kiss me. Or say some weird stupid shit to further prove how fucking crazy he is. But he shakes his head, scowls, and leaves.

Which is the most confusing thing that's happened all goddamn night.