Hot Holidays

CHAPTER 11: Ellie

CHAPTER 11: Ellie

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Ellie tried not to yank on her restraints as Adrian strode toward her. She was helpless. Tied up and at the mercy of a stranger. Her heart raced. She should stop this. Shout to Desiree that she was done. She wanted to go home. Maybe the bouncer had made Marc leave. Her eyes darted over Adrian’s shoulder. The bouncer was walking through the crowd and Marc was moving back toward the stage. Her chance was gone. If she didn’t stay Marc would win.

Adrian stopped directly in front of her, his large body blocking her view of the crowd. “Can I touch her anywhere?”

Her breath caught and her eyes locked with his.

“Yes,” said Desiree. “As long as Ellie is okay with it.”

“Are you?” He lifted his hand, holding it near her cheek—close enough for her to feel his warmth but not touching her.

“Ah...” She didn’t want him to touch her. He was a stranger, and she was on stage, but she also didn’t want to back down. “Sure.” She lowered her gaze. It’d all be over soon. He’d kiss her and maul her and then she’d smirk at Marc and go home to shower.

“Thank you.”

Her eyes lifted to his. She hadn’t expected that. Men like him never expressed gratitude when things went their way.

“Relax.” His fingers traced her cheek like she was made of the finest porcelain.

“Kiss her,” shouted someone.

“My pleasure.”

She swallowed and his gaze darkened as he watched her throat.

“Can I kiss in any order or do I have to go in the same order as my berries?”

She wished he’d look at Desiree or something besides her because she couldn’t pull her eyes from his. His dark green gaze tied her to him more firmly than the restraints secured her to the poles.

“Any order but only those five locations,” said Desiree.

“Shame.” He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “I should’ve aimed here.”

His touch was soft but there was a promise in the heat of his gaze that made her panic drift away like wisps of smoke on a windy day. She could feel herself drawn to him, drowning in his eyes.

“I guess I’ll have to settle for here.” He brushed her hair aside and leaned closer, his face lowering to her neck.

She shivered as his hot breath caressed her skin.

His lips close to her ear, he whispered, “Do you want me to stop? I can say it’s me. That I got a phone call or something like that.”

The heat and tension cooled. He didn’t want her. Marc was right; it was her. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep her sob from escaping. She was tied up like an ancient offering and this guy didn’t want her. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

He grabbed her chin, turning her toward him. “What do you want?” His eyes searched hers and she felt like he was flinging open doors that’d been closed for years and pulling everything out.

It terrified her. She had no idea what he might find or what he might reveal to her about herself. “I...I don’t care. If you don’t want to do this. It’s fine with me.” It wasn’t. She hadn’t wanted this but now she did. She wanted his lips on her–here on this stage in front of Marc and everyone.

“Are you sure?” His fingers tightened on her chin to the point of pain for one second before he eased up. “And before you answer, know that what I want is to devour you.” His eyes bore into hers and she shivered from the heat. This wasn’t desire. This was lust, rut, passion so desperate it’d burn. “I want to kiss every f*****g inch of you until you forget everything but me.” His voice was rough, like sandpaper on her skin.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

A growl tore from his throat as his hands dropped to her waist and his mouth to her neck. His kiss was hot and wet. He didn’t go slow but poured open mouthed kisses down her throat, nipping and licking, making her shudder. His large hands slid to her ass, pulling her against him. She moaned at the feel of his erection, rubbing along her thigh. His fingers slipped under her dress, squeezing her ass.

The crowd roared or at least she thought it was the crowd, but she wasn’t sure. It might’ve been her blood pounding in her veins as Adrian’s face lifted, his hot breath cooling her wet flesh.

“Now, for berry number one.” His fingers drifted along the cleavage of her left breast. His eyes locked with hers as they slipped under the cloth. “May I?”

“Yes.” It was the only answer she had. She could refuse him nothing with his fingers caressing her flesh and her n*****s hard and eager for his touch. She didn’t want his kiss on her clothes. She wanted it on her skin.

He slid her dress down, exposing her black lacy bra. “Beautiful.” He bent, his lips and tongue teasing along the lace as he kissed her breast while his fingers rolled her n****e.

Her head dropped backward, and she moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breast more fully into his face. His hand was on her thigh, rough and strong, squeezing. Her legs pulled at the restraints, trying to get closer to him, to wrap around his waist and feel that long d**k between her thighs where it belonged.

His mouth trailed across her chest to her other breast, moving closer and closer to her n****e. She arched more, eager for him to take her in his mouth.

“He’s cheating,” shouted someone on stage. “He’s not kissing just where the berries landed.”

Adrian raised his head and glared at the other contestant. “Why the f**k do you care?”

The guy shrugged, his eyes dark as his gaze skimmed down Ellie, making her want to hide behind Adrian. “I want my turn.”

“Your turn?” Her words came out as a squeak. No. One stranger kissing her was enough.

“And you can have your turn—”

“What?”

Adrian glanced at her, frowning and shaking his head before focusing on the other guy again. “With your partner when I’m done.” He dropped to his knees. “I still have two more berries.”

Ellie’s panic from the thought of everyone on stage kissing her turned to raging lust at the sight of Adrian on kneeling before her. Her body gushed with anticipation and she prayed it wasn’t running down her thighs because that would be too fricking embarrassing.