Inheritance

Chapter 50

"No, man. Sorry about that, I didn't know." The man cautiously answered, his arms raising up as a gesture of his cowardice.

"Doesn't matter if you didn't fucking know. She's wearing a green wristband." Kendall continued, now speaking to the clueless man in a very patronizing tone.

"Look, I don't want any problems. I think I'm just gonna go." He relayed, while slowly backing away from us and quickly retreating into the crowd. I released a deep breath, once he'd completely disappeared from view.

While I was grateful for his prompt exit, I was now left subject to the prowling eyes of the one tyrannizing person who'd just saved me.

"What are you doing here alone, Sasha? And dressed...like that ?" Kendall spat out, as his face held an obvious scowl that was rather telling of his strong disapproval of my appearance.

"We're not together anymore, remember? You don't get to judge what I wear, Kendall." I reminded him, though I found it quite comical how we were trying to have a serious conversation amidst the crowds of people who'd been provocatively bumping and grinding just inches away from us.

"Really? I'm not in the fucking mood for games, Sasha. This place isn't for people like you. Just go back upstairs and don't come back down." He warned, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his denim jeans. 

The simple action alone had been successful in causing my attention to shift to assessing his physical presentation. Truth be told, I was rather pleased with what I saw.

He wore a causal white tee shirt, with just the right amount of transparency to showcase his inked chest and scattered tattoos. His jeans hugged him in all the right places, hinting at his athletically-equipped frame underneath. He complimented his look with a dark bomber jacket and a pair of lightweight black boots that were, of course, spankingly clean and polished. Though he was dressed rather comfortably, his ensemble had been undeniably attractive. Especially on him.

Nonetheless, I remained steadfast in my attempt to ignore his alluring appearance and, instead, continued my efforts to put forth a show of defiance. Besides, I still hadn't figured out what the heck this place actually was.

The best I could guess was a sex dungeon, if I ever imagined one. Which I hadn't, of course.

"What makes you think I'm incapable of staying down here?" I asked defensively, my arms crossing over my chest and subsequently causing my breasts to smother together as my cleavage became more defined.

I didn't miss the way his eyes immediately traced the jolted movements while he took another visible swig from the cigar perched in his hand. After a few delayed seconds, he released an exhale and purposefully blew the bitter scented smoke into my face. In some way, his obnoxiously arrogant behavior had only served to turn me on.

"Sasha, go upstairs before I carry you up there myself." He warned, his stare challenging my resolve as he took one step closer to me.

"You wouldn't." I retorted, but when he took another daunting step forward I was fully convinced that he'd been serious. "Wait...but what if I want to stay?" I whispered, causing him to momentarily pause in between taking his next step.

"And why would you want to do that?" He added, his enchanting gaze now displaying visible signs of curiosity from my undisclosed motive.

I stared at him seductively, now realizing that a unique opportunity had presented itself here and now amidst the outlandish space. Tucked away in some sort of isolated lower loft, no one seemed to know who Kendall and I were or perhaps they were simply too drugged out to recognize us. Either way, we had a certain level of privacy that we would never be afforded back in the states. 

And, apart from that, a persistent probing feeling had returned to my core, yearning for any kind of attention from one man in particular.

So, taking a few daring steps backwards, I allowed myself to courteously fall onto a lofty couch that was conveniently vacant. Kendall calmly watched my actions, entranced by every curve and dip of my body, while I purposefully crossed my exposed legs and leaned all the way back onto the lounge couch.

"What the fuck are you doing, Sasha? Get up." He ordered, while his gaze protectively travelled from left to right in order to check if anyone had been watching us. Or, me.

"What do you mean? Is there a problem?" I asked, removing the gloves I had previously worn to compliment my outfit and tossing them off to the side. What was I actually doing?

Perhaps it was the pregaming the girls and I had done prior to arriving, but I felt something unnaturally arousing begging to be released from the epicenter of my heat. I was painfully throbbing as I observed all the strangers around me chase their own release, while I continued to suffer in feeling uncharacteristically horny. 

Actually, had Kendall allowed it, I wouldn't be that much opposed to jumping his bones. After all, I was tired of being perfect little Miss Sasha Milton who always said and did the right thing. For one night, I wanted to be spontaneous and just go for what I wanted. And what I wanted tonight was him.

"Sasha." He practically growled, now approaching the couch I remained seated at until he was standing directly in front of me. Towering over me.

I stood up from my seat, extending a hand out to his bicep and trailing it up the length of his shoulder. "Kendall, don't you want me?" I asked, my lips caressing along his ear shell, then biting down on his lobe.

I could tell that my teasing alone had been enough to push him over the edge. His patience wore thin, as his hands travelled down to my ass and squeezed it aggressively.

"Don't test my patience." I heard him say, before pulling my hand up to his mouth and tearing off my green wrist band with his teeth. 

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