Goodbye Graceful (Ronnie Radke love story, 3rd book in The Drug In Me series )

53. Preparations

**** Hey guys, something's coming soon ;) what will happen at the welcoming Esha/Halloween party do you think? ****

*Ryker*

Ronnie was standing in front of me, and there was rage in his eyes, a smirk playing at his lips.

I leaned against the wall, crossing my arms and effectively letting my jacket fall to the floor, until I was standing in nothing but my very small, very tight dress.

Blame it on my obsession with latex...

I saw his eyes wrack over my body before moving back to stare into my eyes challengingly, but I saw that split second loss of composure.

It was my turn to smirk, watching him pull his shirt off and sit on the bed.

It was silent, neither of us moving. It was a test: who would break first?

I was losing composure, but I know he was too. I stared at his chest, and he stood up, stretching.

Stupid nit, he knows that when he does that his muscles pop and his v-line - and oh lord, I lost myself in his little show.

I could tell he was smirking, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from his hips, the line creasing down to his very low pants.

I managed to pull my eyes away before I got too deep, and I looked into his smug eyes, narrowing my own.

He wasn't the only one that could do that, toy with me. I could do the same.

I bit my lip and kept level eye contact with him while I began to rock my hips back and forth, slowly at first, before picking up a steady speed.

Thanks to my dress, he could see every slight movement, and I smirked to see his eyes pulling away from mine.

I saw him pull at his pants and I nearly laughed. The tables have turned my sexy little-....ahem.

I changed direction, moving into a full circle rather than side to side, holding my arms up to twist and bend above my head while I moved.

I got so into it that I closed my eyes, and didn't even know Ronnie was moving towards me until I felt him slam me into the wall.

I gasped slightly in pain, mostly in surprise and the immediate sexual tension the moment his body was close to mine.

That was quick.

I opened my eyes to look at him, but he had already buried himself in my neck, wasting no time in biting the base of it.

I bit my lip, holding back a moan, moving to dig my nails into his back while he blindly pulled at the zipper to my dress.

He managed to unzip it after some struggle, and pulled it down roughly. I stepped out of it, letting my heels fall to the floor as I did so.

I felt my neck stinging, and I raised a hand to touch the sore bite, grinning to myself and turning to Ronnie.

I quickly reached down and undid his belt, slipping my hand in his pants to pull them down.

I pretended I didn't notice him whine when I brushed past his dick, instead smirking silently to myself and squatting to pull his pants to his feet.

I was going to tease him a bit by staying level with his boxers, but he tugged me up roughly and slammed me against the wall again, earning a breathless whimper from me, beyond my embarrassment.

I felt him press into me and I pressed back, brushing against him as I leaned up to try and get closer to his head, wanting to kiss him.

Settling for his neck instead, I kissed it softly before biting down hard, trailing a hand up to tug on his hair harshly.

He groaned and reached down, groping my ass and picking me up, and I wrapped my legs around him tightly, bringing our bodies even closer and sending a shiver through both of us as I brushed against his boxers.

He leaned up and pressed his lips against mine roughly, and I moaned against his lips, reaching down to tug on his boxers before he pulled my hand away.

Scraping my hand down his chest while the other pulled on his hair, I felt him move and then I was falling on the soft bed, him kneeling at my feet.

He quickly tugged at the thin fabric of my underwear, pulling at it so hard that I actually slid down a little, my body being pulled directly underneath him.

And then he was pinning me down, one hand holding my arms above my head, the other moving down the center of my chest to my stomach, his hard on pressing against me and he pulled his boxers down and pushed in-

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I woke up completely embarrassed and incredibly breathless.

God damn it.

It would be nice if that was real... no, you slutbag, don't think about that.

I took a quick shower to wake up and then I got to work.

The party was drawing closer, and I felt my attitude change every day it came closer.

I was feeling wild, I was feeling sexy, and I was feeling a certain I don't give a fuck attitude. I was excited, I'll admit it. Hell, I was ecstatic.

Drinks, music, friends, what more could I want?

Lots more, but that's not the point. I was trying desperately to shake this whole depressed self-depreciating dumpy shithole mindset I was in. And if being an overly sexual flirt would help that, then I'd take it. I'm desperate.

I don't know what was going to happen, but I was determined to shake this bad vibe thing, at least for a night.

Morals would be on the floor, inhibitions kicked under carpets, and freedom raging through everyone.

That'd be the case for me at least.

I was tired, and I had been on the phone finalizing the arrangements with the hotel while Leah was talking to catering and Luna was trying to track down as many bands as possible to come.

Esha had become very dear to us, and we just wanted to make sure this night was spectacular to her.

I can't just ask her what she would like, since it's a surprise, so I just went with what I could get.

I hope she likes it.....

It was a few days away, it's too late to change my mind. We can just hope for the best. I'm sure her and Andy would disappear before the party was halfway over even.

Perks of having it at a hotel: plenty of rooms to rent and avoid the whole someone walking in to interrupt.