Chapter 39 – Pretending You Are Mine Novel

“I am, and you’re dancing with my girl. So unless you want to know what it’s like to have your face beaten in by a professional hockey player, then I suggest you leave her the f**k alone.”

The guy holds up his hands and takes a step back. “Dude, I had no idea.”

“Beat it,” I growl.

The man gets the hint, and without another word, he takes off.

“Was that necessary?” Ollie asks, arms folded, looking just as angry as me.

“Don’t f**king test me tonight, Ollie. I’m not in the mood.”

“Excuse me, but I’m pretty sure it’s my birthday. Therefore, I can dance with whoever the hell I want.”

“It might be your birthday, but my boys are also here, which means you shouldn’t be dancing with anyone but me.”

“Is that really the reason you just scared the piss out of that poor guy? Or is it because you can’t stand the thought of another man touching me?”

My jaw works to the side as I look away. She’s got me pegged. I could give two shits about my boys being here. What I care about is her being close to another man. Touching another man. Even looking at another goddamn man.

“Answer the question, Silas.”

“Both,” I say. And when a satisfied smile crosses her face, I know I’m f**ked.

How could I not be f**ked?

Ollie is easily the sexiest woman in this club. Hell, the sexiest I’ve ever seen. She has me by the balls, even if I want to believe that’s not the truth.

“Then dance with me,” she says as she slides her hand up my chest and around my neck, pulling me onto the dance floor. “I want to feel you against my body.”

“Ollie,” I groan as she spins and p**sses her backside to my front. She starts moving to the music, and I just stand there, letting her r*b against me, enjoying every goddamn second of it.

She moves my hand around her waist and p**sses it against her bare stomach, just like I envisioned. As she moves against me, her ass grinding into my pelvis, I find myself growing more and more frustrated with holding back rather than just taking what I want.

Maybe for a moment, just a moment, I can give in.

I can take.

So I allow myself to loosen up, and I pull her in even closer as I move my h*ps with her. Her hand grips the back of my neck, anchoring herself in place, and I explore her body with my hands as we dance together, in unison, like this is what we were meant to do our entire lives.

Everything else around us fades, and it feels like just me and her out here on the dance floor. There isn’t a fake contract, there aren’t complications, and there’s nothing to worry about. It’s just the two of us.

She grinds into me. I bite my bottom l*p, holding her right where I want her, and together, we move, her ass making me harder with every beat of the music. I grow so hard that my body starts to float from the euphoria of it all. All intelligent thoughts dissolve, and I’m left with pure animalistic behavior.

I want more.

I need more.

With one thing on my mind, I move her over to a wall where I spin her around and prop one of her hands against the wall as my other hand moves up her body just below her br***t.

“F**k, you’re hot,” I say as I lean close and move my mouth against her ear.

“I want you inside me,” she says, her leg snaking around mine, sending a beat of electricity up my spine.

My will bends, and I p**ss even closer into her pelvis, showing her how much she turns me on. When she lets out a light m**n, my body tenses, prepping for more. I grip her by the ass, lift her up so she circles her legs around my waist, and pin her against the wall, her center lined up with my hard-on.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?” I ask as I th**st my c**k into her pelvis.

“Didn’t think you would care.” Her hands thread through my hair.

I th**st again, and this time, she lets out the sexiest f**king m**n I’ve ever heard. “When it comes to you, I care about everything.”

“If you cared, then you wouldn’t torture me,” she says as she moves her forehead against mine. “I want you, Silas. I want you so much that I think about you at night when I’m pleasuring myself. I think about you in the morning, wondering if you missed me from the night before. I think about you so much that it makes it hard for me to concentrate during the day. Please tell me you feel the same about me.”

I th**st against her again, and again . . . and again, my breath becoming labored as a trickle of sweat rolls down my back. Her grip on me becomes deathly as she whispers, “Tell me, Silas, tell me you want me.”

“Of course I f**king want you. Jesus Christ, Ollie.”

Keeping her right where I want her, I th**st again. Her head falls against the wall, her panting growing heavier. I lower my mouth to her neck where I nip, l**k . . . trail k**ses along the column, all the way up her jawline. I lift her chin so our mouths line up, and as I stare down at her, my need for her driving my every move, I w*t my l*ps.

“Do it,” she says breathlessly. “k**s me, Silas.”

My breath is heavy in my chest as I stare down at her luscious l*ps. F**k do I want to k**s her so bad. I want to relive the moment from the hallway, sink back into her embrace, and get lost for hours. But even though my pulse is beating so fast I can hear it in my ears, I also know . . . I can’t.

“I want to deserve you.”

“You do,” she says, her hands gripping me tightly.

“I don’t,” I say as I pause my h*ps, realizing what I’m doing. Dry-humping Ollie in a public place is not the smartest idea where anyone could see us. So I lower her to the ground despite her protest.

“Don’t,” she says. “Please, Silas, don’t pull away.”

If only it were that easy.

I take her hand in mine, and I move her through the dance floor and back to the VIP booth. Ross is already chatting up Ian while Posey is talking to a girl, and Holmes is talking to two. I hope he knows what he’s doing.

“Hey, man,” Posey says, easily reading my exp**ssion. “You out?”

“Yes,” I say. I glance at Ross and catch his attention. “You good if we leave?”

“Perfect,” he says.

“Good.” I grip Ollie’s hand even tighter and say, “Let’s go.”

I’m halfway out of the VIP suite when she says, “I don’t want to go.”

But I don’t listen as I pull her through the club and out the front door where I hand my valet ticket to the valet.

“Silas, I said I wasn’t done.”

“I know what you said.”

“Then release me so I can go back in.”

“No,” I answer.

“You can’t control—”

I yank her into my side and speak closely to her ear. “Don’t argue with me. Not right now.” And then lightly, I p**ss my l*ps to hers, enough to keep her quiet but not too much to get me any more worked up.

The drive back to her dorm room is quiet. I have nothing to say because I’m wavering between what I should do and what I shouldn’t do.

My conscience is causing my head to spin and my body to be at war with my mind.

The frustration climbing up my spine becomes so monumental that I feel like I can’t breathe. I blackout the entire way there. When I park, I don’t even remember how we got here. All I know is that I’m about to combust.

I like Ollie. When I first met her, sure, I thought she was hot, but I also knew she’d be someone who could help me. I never considered building feelings for her. But her patience, her tenderness, and her understanding have slowly peeled away at my resolve. And then seeing her with another guy tonight nearly wrecked me.

I’m buzzing with so much adrenaline from the win, from the club, that when we get up to her dorm room, and she opens the door, I push her in and slam the door. Her eyes widen as I approach her and with one arm, I scoop her up and deposit her on her bed.

“Silas,” she says, breathless.

I remove her shoes and socks, then grab her leggings and peel them off her body until she’s only in her top and red lace thong.

Her hands fall to her face and she says, “Please don’t be teasing me.”

I move over her and force her to look at me. “Do you remember when we made our contract?”

“If you stop this because of the whorehouse—”

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