Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Chapter 85.

"That’s fine," I say quickly. "Really. I just want to... look around take in the scenery."

She arches a brow. "You sure?"

"Yes."

Another man appears beside us.

"I’ve caught your eye a few times watching us you can join if you want," he says casually, nodding toward a corner where a small group has gathered.

I stiffen, then shake my head. "I’m good."

He shrugs, not offended. "Offer stands."

When he walks away, my grip on the glass loosens.

Claire watches me for a second, then nods. "I’ll be nearby. Don’t disappear on me again."

"I won’t," I say.

She leaves, disappearing into the crowd with ease.

I stay where I am, sipping my drink slowly watching the people but careful not to stare so I don’t get approached again.

I feel out of place and oddly invisible

A few minutes pass before I see him, the reason I’m out here in this club today.

He’s sitting where he was last time, half-turned toward the crowd like he owns the spac with the same careless confidence.

My fingers curl around the glass until my knuckles ache.

I don’t think to much of what I’m doing now. If I do, I’ll freeze and I’ll talk myself out of it

So I slide off the stool and move.

Each step feels heavy, like my legs are moving through water, but I keep going. I don’t look away from him, I don’t give myself the chance to.

When I stop in front of him, he looks up.

Surprise flashes across his face first. His brows lifting slightly, eyes narrowing as he takes me in, clearly not expecting me. Then his expression shifts, followed immediately by something darker that makes my skin crawl.

His mouth curves.

Before he can speak, I turn and lower myself straight onto his lap.

The contact is brief but I feel his body tense beneath me. The reaction is instant his hands don’t touch me,not yet, but his posture changes, attention snapping fully to me like I’ve flipped a switch

"Well well..." he says, voice low, amused. "I didn’t expect that."

I tilt my head, close enough that he can hear me without shouting. My heart is hammering so hard I’m afraid it might give me away.

"I want a good time," I say so sexily and throaty. It doesn’t sound like my voice, but it doesn’t shake. "And you look like you could give me one."

That gets his full attention.

His eyes roam over my face, my shoulders, the line of my neck, then my boobs and what he sees there clearly seems to satisfy him. His expression softens into something pleased and hungry in a way that makes my stomach twist.

He leans in, clearly expecting me to meet him halfway.

For a split second, the room disappears.

Different hands, different walls with my arms pinned above me.

I swallow hard, fighting the wave of nausea that rises up so suddenly my eyes sting. I force my feet to stay planted and force my mind to stay here. Now. In this room with this man.

Not then.

Not them. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

I press my palm flat against his chest, firm but not frantic, just enough pressure to make him pause.

"Wait," I say, keeping my voice low and throaty. I hate how practiced it sounds. "I need a second."

He scoffs but loosens his grip, his hand dropping away as I turn to face him. I don’t let myself recoil and I don’t let myself step back, instead I press up against him rubbing my cleavage on his chest.

"I need to freshen up," I add, nodding toward the small bathroom door. "Just real quick."

His eyes drag over my face, searching for something...? Whatever it is I don’t give I don’t give him any of it. I tilt my head and lift my chin slightly.

After a beat, he steps aside.

"Don’t take long princessa" he says, his tone rough. He reaches out as I pass, delivering a slap to my ass that makes my skin prickle. "Daddys already waiting."

I force a smile onto my face. It feels so wrong on my face ce but it holds.

"I won’t," I say lightly.