Page 3 of Claiming What's His
She smirks, batting her lashes, and then turns back around as she pulls my hand closer to her while we walk through the threshold of the foyer. I grab her hip again and I feel her hold her breath. I can’t help but laugh quietly. She’s so fucking sexy. The little things she does makes her irresistible to me. I don’t know how I held off this long. I know she likes me, I can tell in the way her body responds when she knows I’m around. She gets quiet and timid, whereas she is usually confident and powerful. I’m going to show my Little Doll that she can be even more confident and powerful with me at her side.
My Queen. Because tonight, she will be mine.
Chapter 4
Krista
Themansionisdark,the décor a combination of matte and glossy black with hints of silver. I’m feeling giddy because Ryder hasn’t left my side, better yet, let go of my hand since we got here. He keeps staring at me and I can feel his gaze on me when I’m not looking. At first, it felt like I was imagining his touches, but I quickly realize that he is taking small opportunities to feel me up. I don’t mind it. Hell, I want him to. I want to feel his rough hands on me, to feel his fingers inside of me.
We walk up to the bar. Before I can order, he orders me a blue Hawaiian. My favorite. How the hell does he know that?
“That’s my favorite,” I lean in to tell him. The music is loud and the beat is thumping to the point that I have to be pretty close for him to hear me.
“I know,” he loudly replies as his hand rests on the small of my back. Chills pepper my skin as he touches my back right where it dips low on my dress. I arch my back a bit as I lean my elbows on the bar, waiting for my drink.
I imagine fanning my feathers out to get his attention like a peacock. It works because I notice when I peek at him, that his head is slightly tilted while he checks out my ass. I giggle and face forward, immediately noticing how fixed the bartender’s eyes are on my cleavage. I straighten up but before I can even adjust myself completely, Ryder has the bartender by the shirt with his fists tightened around the collar to the point that his knuckles are white from the tension.
“Don’t you ever fucking look at her! Understand?”
The guy raises his hands in surrender and Ryder lets him go. “If I ever see your eyes on her again, I will pluck them out and force feed them to you.” He adjusts his suit and places his hand back on my waist. “Respect her,” he demands as my drink finally appears in front of me. I can feel my jaw on the floor. What in the fuck just happened?
Chapter 5
Krista
IlookoveratBritt. Her eyes are wide, whereas Derek doesn’t seem to share the same sentiment. I’m guessing this is normal behavior for Ryder, so I guess if his brother isn’t worried, then we shouldn’t be either.
I watch Britt whisper something in his ear but there is no way to hear what she said with how loud it is in here. I sip my drink and turn to face the crowded room, watching as everyone talks and dances and lives their best life.
The song that starts to play has me moving my body to the beat. It flows through every cell in me, but when I feel Ryder’s hand slip underneath my dress, nothing has ever compared to how he makes me feel. How instant it makes my pussy moisten. His rough hands feel exactly as I imagined they would as they scrape my soft skin.
“Fuck, Little Doll. Your skin is as soft as I imagined.”
I gasp, afraid to look at him because I don’t want to give away what he’s doing. I can’t believe he is doing this here. I don’t know how to react to his touch with everyone around me. Why is he doing it?. I didn’t even think he had noticed me, but clearly the chemistry between us is saying something different. It’s magnetic. From the moment I stepped out of that car with him… No. From the moment I touched the hand he extended, gloved or not, something changed.
His hand moves lower, under the curve of my ass, and he sits on the bar stool so he can get closer without it being obvious that he is touching me. He pushes his fingers deeper in between my thighs. “So, youarewearing panties?“ I feel his smirk through the words but I don’t respond because if I whisper, he won’t hear me. There’s no way that I want to turn and face him. I feel my cheeks heat and I know my face is red as a beet, blushing down to my collar bone.
“Are you okay?” Britt asks, noticing the redness, and all I can do is bob my head. His hand freezes and I see him raise his glass to his lips. Britt would kill him if she knew what he was doing to me.
She moves towards me, and I hold a hand up. “I’m just hot,” I shout over the music. “This drink was strong.”
She nods and shouts back, “They were.”
I take another sip of my drink, almost spitting it out as his fingers dip into my pussy. “So wet for me, Little Doll. Do I turn you on?” I nod, afraid to speak because I can barely think because I am so fucking turned on.
His fingers slowly plunge in and out of me and my walls clench around them. I am so wet that it helps the feeling of him stretching me, which is something I’ve never felt before. I have only used my own fingers in there and I didn’t like it, so I usually just use a clit stimulator. This feels so much better than anything I have ever felt and I can feel my wetness coating my inner thighs, dripping from me as he slowly moves those long, thick fingers inside of me.
“You’re pussy is so fucking tight.”
“Hey,” Britt yells and my heart drops, thinking that she caught us. “Derek is going to walk me to the restroom. Want to come?”
I start to speak but then Ryder intervenes. “I got her. She’s safe in my hands.”
I spit out the sip I just took of my drink. Britt looks at me with disgust and hands me a napkin. “Okay, I trust you,” she shouts and then says, “Don’t take your fucking eyes off her.” She turns to walk away with Derek following behind.
He leans into me and says in response to Britt, “Don’t worry, I won’t,” and continues to finger fuck me in this crowd full of unsuspecting people.
I lean back against his chest, pressure building inside me and radiating on my skin like glitter. It’s absolutely euphoric.