It made total sense. As illegal as it was, it was also a good business move. Having a completely legal business venture would most likely be a waste of opportunity for any Made Man, so they had to satisfy their hunger for higher profits by distributing drugs to people under false pretenses.
"You refused," she said slowly, trying to understand why. She wouldn't take it but Elio seemed like a person who liked having fun.
He drew closer to her, brushing his hand against her thigh. "I don't need it to have fun. Besides, taking MDMA is forbidden for any Made Man. Or any other drug for that matter. It gives you freedom and a sense of adventure for a couple of hours but we have too many skeletons in our closets. Allowing those doors to open would spell disaster," he explained. "If you want to try, I can tell them to bring one over."
He teased her, knowing very well what her answer would be. But an hour ago he’d also thought that she would refuse alcohol until she was of age. Looking at the lights that were slowly going down, nothing seemed like a far stretch anymore.
"Fuck. You actually are considering it."
Elio watched her every move. Tried to figure out whether Savannah would, in fact, accept the ecstasy. But the words, even though they probably weren't supposed to, sounded very judgmental, killing any last piece of doubt the girl still harbored.
She shook her head.
She didn't trust Elio.
She shouldn't.
And that should have been enough of a reason to keep herself in check. Having little to no morals was a big no-go for her. However, in her stupid head, she still struggled to come to terms with that. Because in spite of his urge to beat people up and kill them in cold blood, he wasn't willing to hurt her. He looked like he had learnt his lesson after making her watch Hunter's last minutes.
The guilt he’d carried afterward was still vivid in her mind.
Not because of the kill.
Because of her.
The waiter brought their drinks, informing them that the show was about to start.
The lights went out completely with only a few small twinkle lights hidden inside their booth so they could at least see the outlines.
She could hear Elio moving in the darkness, the leather material shifting beneath her. It made her even more uneasy with the silence that surrounded them. What was he doing? How far was he from her? So many questions and she still didn't know what she was supposed to do.
No one is making you do shit while we are here other than sit your pretty ass down and listen.
And that's exactly what she did.
For the next thirty minutes, she listened to the smooth and deep voice of a man who talked about the time he engaged with his friend and a roommate in sexual advances that at one point turned into friends with benefits. The way he discovered the sweet torture of making her hold back her orgasm. He was eloquently telling it all, every little detail painting the full picture of the scenes. The noises, the words, the feelings.
Everything.
So no matter how much Savannah tried to block out the words at the beginning, soon she completely gave up. And as much as she hated to admit it even to herself, she enjoyed it. Heatwaves hit her each time she heard the man's groaning. She felt them all the way down to her groin. She’d always thought of begging as a sign of weakness. Giving up control over her mind. And this time also body. Yet, countless times she heard the woman in the story beg for some sort of release and eventually Savannah realized that it was all about the approach. She loved the thought of it. Because of that, she reached for the glass filled with whiskey and downed it. Trying to stay calm.
What was worse, she found herself wishing that Elio could see her right now and make a move because as things progressed, she had a hard time not touching herself. She wondered whether the man was, in fact, doing it.
She understood the appeal and power the words had over her mind and body.
And since there was nothing to see, she felt it all.
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes realizing that the story had come to an end. It was still dark but she could hear whispers around her. Then she felt a hand on her back making her aware of what was happening around her. Elio moved closer, their legs touching and he settled behind her, drawing her back until she was pressed against his chest. The smell of whiskey on her neck.
The touch was so subtle that she didn't want the moment to end. He was doing nothing more but hold her and caress her skin from her thighs to her arms. It was enough to drive her crazy after the story she'd heard.
"How did you like it?" he asked quietly.
With that question, Savannah completely lost any sense of self-preservation. She pushed away a little before turning around and straddling Elio. She was wet as it was but the moment her dress went up slightly, she could also feel how tight his pants had become around his crutch. He was just as turned on if not more.
A heavy breath mixed with the intensity of the situation.
She felt electricity run through her skin, the hormones shutting down any superior brain functions giving way to her animal self. From there on in, it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. It was her release, her escape, her ecstasy.
His mouth came crashing down onto hers. It was once again anything but gentle. Especially as she could taste blood from when she'd bitten her lip before the show. His strong and firm grip left little to the imagination as to how he was trying to control himself. The make-out session was as far as he allowed himself to go. Even though Savannah wasn't certain if she wouldn't
