Free Allure Magnified by N Isabelle Blanco

the alcohol on him for the first time.
    “You’ve been drinking, too.”
    He scoffed. “I was waiting for you for nearly two hours. You wouldn’t answer your fucking phone, and I was this close to sending a security team out to scour the city for you. Damn right I drank that bottle of Grey Goose you had hidden in your wall unit.”
    He’d begun subtly rocking his hips into me, the movements barely discernible. I still felt them all over me. Without even realizing it, I was starting to melt into him, the heat in my veins rising. “Dorian,” I whined, my head resting against his shoulder. “That was the Magnum Grey Goose that—”
    Dorian exhaled against my ear. On purpose, too, I could tell. Fucker.
    “I know. I saw the cage. Real silver right?”
    “Yes. And that almost cost a thousand dollars. It was meant to be Ang’s twenty-first birthday gift.”
    “ You still have the cage. I’ll have another one shipped in first thing tomorrow.” And with that, he set in, his lips opening and grazing my neck.
    Oh, God. We were both drunk.  It was official. Drunk, horny…
    “Where’d you go looking so fuckable, baby?”
    …and obviously out of our minds.
    His voice was rough against my ear. The tips of his fingers ghosted down to my thighs, trailing beneath the edge of my skirt. “Just looking at you in this dress is making me feel like an animal. Do you have any idea how angry it makes me to imagine you out there, dressed like this, flirting with some other man?”
    I’d been damn near Jell-O-status, liquefying all over him and his clothes. Until he opened his fucking mouth and had the nerve to say what I think he said. “Excuse me?”  It didn’t matter that the fridge was in my way; I went rigid and pushed away from him as much as I could. “Is that what you think I was up to? Flirting with other men?”
    Dorian caged me in, hands on either side of the fridge. His face was harsh as he answered me. “You’re young, you’re gorgeous , and I’ve been disappointing you since I got back from my trip. Why wouldn’t you go out there and find someone else, Dem?”
    I almost slapped him, pulled his hair, and gouged his eyes out. Growling, I pushed at his chest. “Fuck you! Just fuck you. I —fuck this shit. I’m too drunk to deal with you right now.” For his own sake, I attempted to push and get away from him. I managed to get around him and began heading for the living room.
    “You’re right. You really have been behaving like an ass lately and I’m sick of not even being told why.”  I heard the low warning sound he gave. Not that it really mattered. “I fucking wish I could flirt with other men that aren’t you. Trust me, sometimes I really wish!”
    I got two more steps after that.
    Two.
    In all honesty, I don’t why the hell I said that. I’d wanted to piss him off, yes. But not turn him downright homicidal.
    I didn’t even make it out of the kitchen. He all but tackled me, his form an unyielding line of muscle that pressed me mercilessly into the wall. I exhaled a shaky breath, felt one of his hands splayed across my back, almost spanning from shoulder-to-shoulder.
    Fear surged through me, followed closely by a shot of arousal so strong my knees trembled and I clawed the wall. His hand slowly closed in a fist around the material of my dress. He braced his other hand right by my face. He was shaking, small growls reverberating through his ribcage.
    Dorian tugged on my dress, pulling me flush against him. He pressed his cock into my ass and gave me one rough grind. Message received. It was an animal that held me immobile. I’d made something snap within him, although I couldn’t point what, yet.
    That would all change with one threatening whisper.
    “So, you want to feel for another man the way you feel about me?”
    It wasn’t a question of me wanting to, so much as me being able to. Which I wasn’t, and I would have liked to inform the brute behind me, but he didn’t give me a chance. He