Forbidden: A Standalone by CD Reiss Read Free Book Online Page A

despite the slurry of medicine in my blood, I was going to cry.
    “Okay,” he said after I sniffled audibly. “I’m counting back from five, and start with something pleasant.”
    ***
    I’m horny.
    The feeling hits like a freight train between my legs, before a scene or setting even comes into my mind. The swelling rush of blood to my clit begs for release. And then, the preoccupation. I have to get it. I don’t care where it comes from. I need arms and legs all over me. I need to smell sweat, cunt, and sticky sperm.
    This is the last thing you remember? Can you take me back a minute or two? What happened before?
    Elliot’s voice, in its pure perfection, doesn’t break the reverie, but the realization that I was speaking aloud about the bite of my arousal certainly does. I tell him no. I’m not going backward, because the smell of wet cock and the subtle sting of cocaine fills my face. At this point, I have no idea what I’m narrating and what I’m keeping to myself, and I have no feelings about it either way.
    I’m sitting on a toilet in a tiny club bathroom stall. Everything is marble and glass, but a bathroom stall is a bathroom stall. I hear the thump thump of music. The Pompeii Room. I look up. Earl. He’s all right. Six-foot-four of pure stupid. Easy pickings. His dick is dusted with a fine powder.
    “More,” I say.
    “Greedy bitch.” He smiles and holds a baggie of coke over his erection. He taps a line onto it while I hold it level.
    “I’m worth it,” I say before I snort the line off his cock. Ah, that’s just right, just that rush. The feeling of unmotivated pleasure exploding heart-to-brain-to-toes. I’m totally in control of everything in my line of sight, especially this fucker. “I’m going to suck your cock so hard your daddy’s gonna come.”
    “Touch your pussy, baby,” he growls.
    But I don’t. I won’t ever touch myself, and this dumbass never remembers. I swallow his dick before he can ask again.
    “Oh, fuck, baby—”
    The music suddenly gets louder as the bathroom door opens, smacking Earl in the ass.
    “Excuse me,” the man in the dark suit says. He’s halfway to closing the door.
    “No problem,” Earl says.
    I look at the intruder in that fucking suit. He’s really not a problem. He’s more than good. More than tall. More than perfect. Dark hair and blue eyes. Rugged like a dock worker and refined like a prince. I have to stop him from leaving.
    “Loosen that tie and get your cock out,” I say. “I’m enough woman for two.”
    He smirks. “Sorry. I’m too much man for half a woman.”
    The door shuts, and the music goes back to a dulled thump thump .
    “Snap,” Earl says, aiming his dick at my lips again. “That was cold.”
    I have two choices: finish sucking off Earl and let him get me off, or not.
    “Suck it yourself,” I say, standing.
    He grabs me by the neck. “Hey.”
    I look him in the eye. “Don’t fuck with me, Earl. I say what goes and when. Jerk it off and make more.” I leave before he can object, pulling my shirt together as I pass a short guy washing his hands.
    The club is thick with humanity. The dance floor stinks. The voices are like a bag of broken glass. The music is a throbbing heartbeat. And the man is gone.
    I put my hands on bare, sweaty skin, pushing through. Amanda finds me, blond hair stuck to her forehead, lipstick fading. Her bodyguard, Joel, is two steps behind her with his dark glasses and firearm. She kisses me on the lips. I push her away.
    “You see a guy in a suit? Tall? Hair like this?” I make a motion with my fingers.
    “Hot?”
    “Hot.”
    She points at the exit with a wink. I smack a kiss on her lips and continue pushing through. She calls my name as I walk away, but I pretend I don’t hear her. I have a man to find.
    Nothing like coke to make the impossible seem within reach, or to make it within your rights to shove, growl, and curse through a crowd just to get a look at some hot stranger. Nothing like