I feel Royce’s hand grip my waist slightly making me jump. When I look up at him, he has his eyes on some asshole standing across from us.
Do you ever see someone and instantly wince? Like, the man isn’t unattractive. He has a very polished look to him but there’s nothing special about him and yet … okay well, nothing special except for the creepy ass stare he keeps directing at me. I mean, I can legitimately see him imagining me naked and man, does that make me uncomfortable. It reminds me of the creepy look that Pierce used to aim at other women when we would be out. I feel my jaw clench as I toss down another drink finally feeling a bit tipsy.
I hear a slightly raised voice from across the room and Royce groans. He presses his lips to my ear. “Stay right here, I’ve got to kick Blaine’s ass.” I watch in surprise as he crosses the room, Blaine is getting into a heated discussion with someone, even drawing the attention of his mother’s fiancé which definitely isn’t good. I’m distracted enough that I don’t feel Mr. Creepy pull up next to me until he’s right in my space with his overwhelming cologne.
“Hey there gorgeous.” He offers what I’m sure he means as a charming grin. My eyes go back to where Royce is clearly directing Blaine upstairs. Shit, man. He’s going to be so hungover tomorrow. I don’t blame him though; this shit is stressful.
“Too good to talk to me?” the man demands. I snap my head to the side and arch a brow.
“Just not interested in talking to you,” I admit, and my eyes nearly widen at my own response. Damn Sloane. Where did that come from? I mean it’s true but normally I’m not exactly one to say shit like that.
The man’s jaw clenches. “No need to be a bitch.”
Then a familiar scent wraps around me and I lean back slightly, Royce’s voice is hard. “What the fuck did you just call her?”
Ah. This is bad. I turn into Royce and offer him a concerned look. He’s furious as he glares at the man. I whisper, “Let’s just go upstairs. This was a bad idea—”
“I said she is a bitch.” The man chuckles. Is he drunk, crazy or both? I mean has he seen the murderous look in Royce’s eyes? Or hell, how fucking huge he is?
Royce vibrates with tension so I do the only thing I can guess will calm him down. I go up on my toes and whisper that I need him. Need to go upstairs. Need to literally go anywhere but here. With a sharp inhale he looks down at me, his eyes darkening before he tosses a few bills to the table attendants and grabs my elbow lightly, leading me out of the casino despite the man calling after us.
“Royce,” I mumble as he passes the elevators in the main lobby and I try to jog with him, keeping up as we round three corners. I run the hell into him when he stops suddenly, turning into an empty hallway and slamming me up against the wall, his lips sealing to mine in a searing hot kiss. I moan into his mouth at the unexpected kiss and shiver at his large hands gripping my neck and waist.
“I hate that we decided you would be Blaine’s ‘girlfriend’—it’s fucking ridiculous,” he hisses as my eyes flutter with how hard he is. “You’re mine and I don’t like not being able to touch what’s fucking mine, Sloane.” Oh, sweet Christ.
I let out a soft sound and he dips his lips back down, the ravaging kiss deepening and making my skin break out into chills. I whimper, letting out a moan, as he slides his rough hand up my smooth leg hitching it around his waist so that my dress pools at my hips. I pant as he pulls on my bottom lip before slipping his fingers inside of my lace panties, rubbing my clit in slow, torturous movements.
“Fuck.” I pant.
“That is exactly what I’m going to fucking do to you,” he growls, and I squeak as he spins me, my breasts pressing against the hotel wall. I know it’s late but shit, we’re literally in a hallway of the hotel, where anyone could walk by and see us. Yeah, that did nothing to reduce how fucking turned on I am. I whimper as he kneels down, his hands tugging down my