CHAPTER 11.
Sheila.
The party was in full swing when we arrived and I fell into a relaxing routine with Dylan. Thankfully, we made it past the entrance this time. With his hands on my lower back, I leaned into his embrace, seeking the warmth only he could provide.
In between conversations with other people, he teased me and at one point, it seemed like he was going to kiss me. My heart hammered in my chest as he leaned closer, his gaze intense as his eyes wandered from mine and settled on my lips.
Placing my hands on his chest, I reluctantly pushed him away as I blushed deeply. "Please not here," I whispered, my voice shaking.
He straightened and adjusted his suit, telling me that he was just pulling my legs. We bantered playfully after that but we were soon interrupted by a tall elegant woman. She looked like a sophisticated model with long red hair, the right color for seduction and warm brown eyes that portrayed confidence.
I didn't miss her bright red lips that parted sensually when she said, "Mr Knight?"
Even the way she called his name sounded sexy and I couldn't help but feel insecure when Dylan turned to face her. I could see the recognition in his gaze as he responded with "Helen. What are you doing here?" and for some reason, I couldn't help the feeling of jealousy that sparked a flame deep inside me.
The feeling was so potent that I got consumed by it, especially when she pulled him into a hug. I couldn't hear the conversation Dylan had with her but I knew something was going on.
Because the next moment, Helen turned to face me with a fake apologetic smile on her face. "Hi there. I think I'll have to steal him for a while."
I expected Dylan to resist but he turned to me and all he said was, "I'll be right back."
I scoffed as he walked away with her, suddenly finding myself alone in the middle of the floor. I grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter passing by and downed it, trying to stop myself from going after them and ripping Helen's hands away from my man.
The thought shook me immediately. When did I get this possessive over Dylan? I sighed as I grabbed another glass of champagne, replacing the empty glass on the tray before the waiter could move away.
I held this one longer in my hands, sipping it occasionally and letting my eyes wander through the crowd as I decided to socialize.
If Dylan wanted to leave me for Helen, then I sure as hell can have conversations with other men, right?
Soon, I was laughing as I indulged myself in a very interesting conversation with a French speaker.
We talked about topics ranging from business to guessing what each of the guests had done before coming to the party. He was a fun person to be with.
Just then, I felt a hand wrap around my waist as I was pulled back against a hard body. I gasped as the sudden movement made the drink slosh in the glass and some spilled on my hand.
"I need my date right now, Adrien," Dylan's dark voice rubbled in his chest and I felt it as my back was plastered against his chest.
Without waiting for a reply, he let go of my waist only to grab my hand and lead me away. I stumbled slightly on my heels as he walked too fast.
He stopped for a minute, assessing me up and down before bending slightly to scoop me in his arms. I squealed and looked around hastily but then I realized we were in a long and lonely hallway.
He finally put me down and I noticed we were in the restroom. I stared at him through the glass directly in front of me as he went to lock the door before striding back to me.
I was shocked as I took in his features. I've never seen Dylan so angry before. His face was contorted in rage and his jaw ticked, and his hands were fisted by his side.
"Dylan…" I tested the waters. But there was no water to test tonight because I was talking to a brick wall. He didn't even look at me as he came behind me, removing my hair from the bun I had put it in for the party.
He ran his hands through my hair before softly brushing it to the side. "Sheila…" he whispered, his nose skimming the skin of my neck.
I bit down on my lip to stifle the moan making its way out of my mouth. "Dylan…" I moaned.
He yanked my hair, making my head tip upwards and for the first time since we entered the bathroom, he looked into my eyes. I gasped as I looked at his reflection.
His eyes were red and he was still angry. "I leave you for a few minutes and I come back to find you flirting with Blondie, huh?"
"Dylan…" I whimpered, getting wet at his possessiveness. I had thought I was the only one affected by jealousy.
"Shhh… don't say anything, love. I want to punish you, so you'll know who you belong to." And with that, his mouth was on my neck, nibbling, sucking, biting and leaving love marks.
I moaned and thrashed in his hands but he kept my head firm as he continued his torture. As if that wasn't enough, his other hand went under my dress and found my pussy.
"Please…" I moaned, not able to control myself.
But he just chuckled darkly, switching his mouth to the other side of my neck, while his hands slid my panties down. He used a finger to flick my clit and I sagged against him as pleasure rammed into me. Just once more and I will come. I said in my head, knowing if I spoke out loud, he would stop.
But he stopped anyway, bending down to remove my panties. He pushed my dress to my waist and I widened my legs to accommodate him but he just chuckled as his tongue swiped my clit.
I almost passed out from the pleasure but it stopped. I opened my eyes to see Dylan pocketing my panties.
He cupped my cheeks, staring down with desire in his eyes. "This is what is going to happen, love. You'll stay here and pack your hair back into a bun, putting all those sweet love bites I gave you on display. Then you'll go back to the party, feeling frustrated and on edge that you didn't get to come. You'll be so turned on your juices will flow down your legs freely and you'll remember that your panties are with me."
His hands slid further down my body. "Only I get to see, hold or touch any part of you. That's your lesson for tonight."
He turned and walked out, leaving me in a daze. Then he turned to face me when he got to the door.
"And Sheila, if you touch yourself, I'll know." And with that, he was gone. All I could think was What the fuck?