Claire left after Nat's "gentle" persuasion.
More like she ran. But not before throwing Samantha a look that promised:
You'll pay for this.
"Thank God she's gone," Nat muttered.
"I hope she doesn't cause trouble," Samantha said uneasily.
Dave pulled her closer.
"Don't worry. I'll handle it."
Snap. Snap.
Cat giggled, still taking pictures like an overactive teenager.
"You two are so cute together."
"They are," Nat said, her gaze sharpening as it landed on Dave. "But the public thinks my friend is cheating on her husband."
A beat.
"How are you fixing that?"
"I already did."
Nat blinked. "What?"
Samantha looked up at him. "How?"
"Sammy!" Cat gasped, staring at her phone. "People are saying you and Dave are cute together!"
She is always on her phone. With over nine hundred thousand followers, she was a very popular influencer.
Samantha frowned. "What did you do?"
Dave shrugged, that familiar, dangerous smile playing on his lips.
"I posted a picture. Me, you… and Ian. Captioned it: Hanging out with my wife and a friend."
"And that worked?"
Dave tilted his head slightly.
"Wifey, when you try too hard to explain, people think you're hiding something," he said. "But when you don't explain at all… they fill in the story themselves."
Cat stared at him, impressed. "That's actually genius. People are defending you now," she added. "Calling the rumors fake."
"Wow!" Samantha melted into him. "My husband is the best."
Dave froze.
Then he broke into laughter.
"She called me husband," he repeated, almost giddy. "She actually called me husband."
He pressed quick kisses across her face. Samantha laughed, trying to hide.
"I can't watch it with a straight face." Nat rolled her eyes, though she was smiling.
"We should go," Cat said. "They clearly don't need us here."
They left.
Samantha looped her hand around his neck and yanked him closer. Hard. He stilled. She wasn't smiling.
"Don't ever make me cry like that again."
"I won't."
"I forgive easily... until I don't." Her voice dropped. "If you break my heart, I will disappear from your life, and you will never find me."
Something dark flickered in his eyes.
"In this life..." he said quietly. "You will never leave my side. I won't let you."
Before she could react, he caught her wrists and pinned them gently above her head, guiding her back against the wall.
He leaned in. Close enough that she could feel his breath.
"Say that again," he murmured. "The part about disappearing."
Her pulse jumped.
"I was joking," she said quickly, a nervous laugh slipping out.
"Ah," he said flatly. "That is disappointing. I wanted to teach you a lesson."
Her breath caught, and she stopped laughing.
"We are in the hallway, Dave…" She whispered. "We can't do that here," she added. "We have already caused enough problems online."
His eyes flicked upward, then back to her.
"Cameras... then we shouldn't stay here."
In one smooth motion, he lifted her into his arms. She gasped, laughing in surprise. He carried her inside and shut the door behind them with his leg.
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Once inside. His mouth found her neck, hot, demanding. He bit, sucked, and dragged his tongue along her skin, slow and deliberate.
Samantha moaned, twisting in his grip, trying to break free, but he held her down, pinning her into the chair.
"I told you," he murmured against her skin. "I'd punish you."
She clutched his shirt, pulling him closer.
"I want to touch you..."
He caught her wrist again. Held them firmly above her head.
"Not yet."
The control in his voice sent a shiver through her.
One strong hand trailed down the middle of her shirt, snapping the button of the pink sweater open slowly as his tongue trailed downward after, teasing, pausing as he sucked on her skin, tasting her sweetness and sweat.
She threw her head back, biting her lip to keep quiet.
"I want to hear your scream," he said softly.
He was taking his time, making her feel everything. Every breath. Every touch.
He circled her right breast with the tip of his tongue, slow and deliberate. Then he sucked his second finger, watching her as he removed the finger and pressed it to her lips.
That was all it took. She opened up for him. Took his finger into her mouth... and sucked. Hard. His head dropped back with a low groan.
She didn't look away, and neither did she.
Like a man who lost every bit of control, she slammed his lips on her right breast and sucked like a hungry baby. He sucked hard just as he sucked on his finger. His lips latched harder, taking more than just the nipple. He sucked in more of her inside his mouth.
"DAaaaave-" Her voice broke.
He smiled wickedly after his name forced its way out of her lips. He gently pulled his finger out of her mouth despite her protest.
Dave circled his wet finger and circled her left nipple. Multiple times, then trailed that finger down, across her navel, and into her jeans. She arched her back into him, wanting more.
He let go of her hands and used the free hand to cup her right breast, squeezing it, once, twice, like a yogurt drink. He licked around the flesh on the breast and continued sucking on that same nipple roughly, hungrily.
He moved his mouth downwards, licking and kissing her feverish skin. She slid her hand inside his boxers. Grabbed hold of his cock. She moved her hand up and down the length.
It grew in her hands. He growled and threw his neck back with pleasure.
Her hands stroked him faster and faster. Making him lose control. He stopped kissing her and rolled back his eyes like a crazed animal.
"Mia!" he cried out.
She laughed. She knelt on the chair. She brought her mouth against his boxer and licked his cock through the fabric. He grabbed a handful of her hair.
"You are playing with fire!"
She ignored him. With one hand, she let it slip out of the boxer. It lay out like a big snake in front of her. She bubbled with excitement and brought her head down on it and slapped her tongue on it.
It tasted of him. Salty and intoxicating. She let her lips cover just his tip and sucked on him like a Popsicle. He was shaking against her, pulling her head.
She took in more of him until she felt him touching the back of her throat. He started moving slowly in and out of her mouth. She took him thrust for trust.
He was big and got bigger inside her mouth. She didn't know how much more of him he could take. But it didn't matter; the way his body was breaking in her hands was something wild.
He started going faster and faster in her mouth. They were both panting and matching in rhythm.
"Ahhhhhh!"
He spilled his seed inside her mouth. She licked her lips and the outside of her mouth as he slipped out of her. He held her gaze as her tears spilled all over her chest.
She didn't look away. She felt powerful at that moment.
"Did you like that?" Her voice was almost a whisper.
"Yes, I loved it."
He pressed a kiss against her shoulder.
"How did you learn that?" he murmured.
Her voice came out soft, unsteady.
"I watched videos," she paused. "I wanted to make you happy."
"I am very happy." His voice sent a shiver down her spine.
He stuck his tongue inside her ear.
She whimpered at the shock of pleasure.
His tongue went deeper inside her ear. Thrust and rolling inside it. She wiggled, almost thrashing against him.
His tongue slipped out of her ear, and without any warning, while below, he slipped two fingers inside her pussy. She moaned like a tortured woman. Raising her hips to meet him.
His fingers teased, massaging without any hurry.
"Fuck!" she cried out in pleasure.
He had only two fingers moving in and out of her slippery cunt at first. Now he made it three, and it was more of a pleasure. Her body jumped against his chest hard as he met him pleasure for pleasure.
She rolled her eyes back. He held her face by her chin and made her look at him.
"I want you to look at me. I want to see the pleasure in your eyes."
Her body shuddered. She grabbed his shoulder and bit him.
"Bite me. I want you to bite me here," he touched his nipple.
She lowered her head and trailed a tongue over his chest while still meeting every thrust of his hands. She licked it. Teasing.
He growled.
"Bite me!"
As if controlled by a force. She slapped her teeth against his chest.
He moaned like a tortured animal.
He likes that. She thought. She bites his second nipple. He threw his head and pulled her against him.
Then, he pulled back slightly. Something changed.
He reached for his belt. Held it loosely in his hand. Looked at her. A strange, unreadable smile formed on his face.
"Would you like to punish me, Mia?"