Your Man Touched My Boobs
1626 Words
“You filthy little bitch.”
I stared at her for a second, then slowly lifted my glass to my lips because I had already survived my boyfriend sleeping with my sister, my mother defending both of them, and Dominic King turning my entire nervous system into his personal playground. Lilith calling me a b***h barely qualified as an inconvenience.
“You are going to have to try harder than that,” I said after taking a sip. “I have had a very long night, and unfortunately for you, several people have already used much more creative insults.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You think this is funny?”
“I think you walking across an entire clubhouse to confront me over a man who apparently belongs to you is a little funny, especially when your man was the one who put his hands on me.”
Katya turned her head toward me so quickly that her braids swung across her shoulder.
“Sasha,” she warned.
I glanced at her. “What? She called me filthy. I am only giving her enough information to support the accusation.”
“You are giving her enough information to plan your funeral.”
Lilith looked like she was already deciding whether my body would fit inside the trunk of her car.
“Dominic felt sorry for you, and now you are confusing pity with interest.”
Katya straightened beside me. “Lilith, you need to walk away.”
Lilith ignored her and kept her eyes on me. “Dominic does not want women like you. He likes women who know where they belong.”
“Then you should probably find out where you belong, because you are standing in front of me begging for information about what your man did behind a closed door.”
Her jaw clenched.
I set my glass down before I squeezed hard enough to break it.
“You want to know what happened so badly?” I asked. “Fine. He searched me, but he did not treat it like some quick little security check. He took his time, and I mean he really took his time.”
“You are lying.”
“I have no reason to lie to you.”
“You want to make me jealous.”
“I did not even know you existed until you used your shoulder to introduce yourself.”
Katya made a tiny choking sound beside me, but I kept my attention on Lilith.
“He stood behind me,” I continued, “and he put his hands on my shoulders before dragging them down my body so slowly that I almost forgot he was supposed to be looking for a weapon.”
Lilith folded her arms. “Dominic searches every unfamiliar person who enters this clubhouse.”
“I am sure he does, but does he normally press himself against them while he searches?”
Her expression changed.
I leaned against the counter.
“Does he normally slide both hands underneath their shirts and brush the sides of their breasts while he whispers against their necks?”
Katya covered her face with one hand.
“Sasha, I am begging you to remember that you only have one life.”
“I remember. It has been terrible today.”
“Dominic would never behave like that with a stranger.”
“He did, and he was very good at it.”
“You expect me to believe he could not control himself around you?”
“I never said he could not control himself. Honestly, that was part of the problem. He kept touching me like he knew exactly how badly it was affecting me, but he refused to give me enough to do anything useful with the feeling.”
Katya lowered her hand and stared at me.
“What?” I asked. “You wanted me to be honest.”
“I wanted you to be honest with me privately. I did not expect you to deliver an erotic witness statement in the middle of the clubhouse.”
Lilith stepped forward. “Stop talking.”
“You came over here and demanded an explanation.”
“I told you to stay away from him.”
“And I told you that I was not in the mood to be threatened by a woman who seems more committed to Dominic than he is to her.”
Her face hardened.
“You know nothing about our relationship.”
“You are right, but I know what happened in that room, and based on the way he reacted when I touched him, he was not thinking about you.”
Katya grabbed my wrist under the counter and squeezed.
“Sasha,” she whispered, “you should strongly consider becoming quiet now.”
I looked at her. “Why?”
“Because you just told an angry woman that you touched the man she thinks belongs to her.”
“She wanted details.”
“She did not want those details.”
“That sounds like a personal problem.”
“Where did you touch him?”
I turned back to her.
“Why would you ask a question when you already know you will hate the answer?”
“Where?”
I could have stopped.
I probably should have stopped.
However, Lilith had walked over to humiliate me, and after everything I had endured that night, the petty part of my soul wanted her to leave with at least one emotional injury of her own.
I smiled.
“I put my hand on him.”
Her eyes dropped toward my fingers before returning to my face.
“You touched his chest?”
“No.”
“His stomach?”
I shook my head.
Realization entered her expression slowly.
“You touched his d**k?”
Katya immediately looked toward the ceiling as though she wanted God to remove her from the situation.
I shrugged. “It was through his jeans.”
“You lying whore.”
“That is such an aggressive response to the truth.”
“He would not let you touch him.”
“He did more than let me. His hand tightened around my throat when I moved my palm over him.”
“He put his hand around your throat?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“You expect me to believe Dominic pushed you against a wall and let you grab him?”
“I did not say he pushed me.”
“You just said his hand was on your throat.”
“He held me against the wall in a very firm and sexually motivating manner.”
Katya’s head dropped onto the counter.
“I am tired,” she muttered.
“You think touching him once means you have a chance with him?”
“I have not decided whether I want a chance.”
That was a lie.
I wanted several chances.
“You want him. It is written all over that pathetic face.”
“I never said I did not want him.”
Katya turned toward me. “You could occasionally keep certain thoughts private.”
“I tried that earlier, but you interrogated me.”
“I regret encouraging honesty.”
“Dominic will never f**k you.”
The statement should not have irritated me as much as it did.
I tilted my head. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”
Her smile disappeared.
“If Dominic wanted you, you would not be standing out here talking about it. He would still have you inside that room.”
That one almost landed. Almost.
Then I remembered the way he had looked at me when I pulled his hand away from my throat. I remembered the hard outline straining against his jeans and the stunned silence that followed me when I walked out.
My confidence returned.
“I left him in that room,” I said. “He did not dismiss me.”
“I removed his hand from my neck, fixed my shirt, and walked away while he was still hard enough to make sitting down a medical challenge.”
Katya pressed both palms over her face.
A man at the other end of the bar coughed into his fist, but the laugh escaped anyway.
Lilith glanced toward him, and he immediately became fascinated by his drink.
When she turned back to me.
“He belongs to me.”
I laughed before I could stop myself.
“What belongs to you exactly? His leather vest? His bad attitude? His impressive package? You keep claiming the whole man, but I have not heard Dominic claim you once.”
“You do not know what happens between us.”
“You are right, and I genuinely do not care. I already have enough problems without adding a grown man’s confused relationship status to the list.”
“Then stay away from him.”
“I am not making you any promises.”
“You will stay away from him.”
I straightened fully.
“Girl, please. You do not get to walk over here, insult me, threaten me, and then give me instructions. Dominic can tell me to stay away himself, although judging by the way he was breathing when I left that room, I doubt those are the words he wants to say to me.”
Lilith’s face twisted.
“You stupid ass…”
Her hand rose so quickly that I barely had time to register what she was doing but her hand never touched me.
A large tattooed hand wrapped around her wrist and stopped the slap inches from my face.
Well I guess y’all know who came to my rescue..hehehe
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