One Dirty Night - Page 111

I couldn’t.

Every part of me locked into place as another growl slipped into my ears.

“Let go of him. Now.”

Other Ella scowled and twisted to face Nick. Her gorgeous black dress whispered over the floor as she stepped toward him. “And you are?”

My ears throbbed for his reply.

My heart didn’t dare hope…

And then…the sweetest, most wonderful word.

Just one.

The best one.

“Hers.”

Pulling my fingers from Rhodes’, I turned to face Nicholas.

My heartbeat thundered as our eyes locked, hazel to blue, and I swayed as if I’d drunk a hundred glasses of champagne. “Nick…”

His jaw clenched. His entire body flinched.

My gaze ran all over him.

From his black jeans to his white t-shirt and rolled-up sleeves of his plaid blazer.

He wore the exact same outfit he did when he’d found me in Hunter’s arms and begged to share me.

And I knew.

Suddenly.

Completely.

Just how much that request would’ve cost him.

Just how hard that would’ve been to plead for one night to fuck me, all while knowing he’d have to watch me with another man.

The now familiar syrupy cloud of obedience slipped over me, quietening my worries, blanketing my questions. I turned empty. Empty apart from sensation and connection and the unfightable desire for him to take away all my control.

I longed for it.

Begged for it.

Came alive within it…

He didn’t move.

He didn’t have to.

Dropping his chin, his brows shadowed his lethally furious eyes as he said, “Come here.”

Deep.

Dark.