I raised my arms as he lifted the dress the rest of the way over my head. Then, before I could kiss him again, he stepped back.
The look he was giving me made me feel far from self-conscious. I felt beautiful and powerful in front of him, and I didn’t move to cover anything up like I normally might.
I had never had much confidence in the bedroom, but Malcolm made me feel like I was the sexiest woman in the world.
“You’re so stunning,” he said, looking me over. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
“Well, what do you want to do with me?” I swayed my hips slightly, watching as his eyes gravitated to them.
“So many things baby. So many things.” His gaze traveled down, and his face lit up when he saw my bare pussy.
“Oh, did you shave for me?”
“Maybe. Maybe I shaved just because I like to.”
He crossed the rooms in several long strides. “Your pussy looks so fucking beautiful. You should always shave it.” He ran his finger along the opening of my lips. It felt even better now that they were bare. “I like it this way.”
“Is that so?” I could feel myself becoming wetter with every passing moment.
“Yes.” His lips touched mine again, softer than they had been before. For a moment, I didn’t expect anything, but then he used his fingers to separate my labia and thrust his index finger up inside of me.
I gasped, and his tongue entered my mouth, tangling with mine in a way that all the pleasure I was feeling swirled into one large mass.
His thumb teased my clit, and I continued to gasp and moan into his mouth.
Slowly, he thrust his first finger in and out of me. Then, as I became accustomed to him, he added a second.
Pleasure was building within me, consuming my insides with desire.
“I want you,” I said, my voice light and breathy.
“Is that so?” He thrust harder into me, and I squirmed.
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll let you have what you want because you’ve been such a good girl.”
He stepped away from me, and I whined at the sudden lack of contact.
“Go lay on the couch, and wait for me,” he said, the command in his voice making me even wetter than I already was.
I did as he asked, not wanting to prolong this any longer by disobeying him. I wanted him, and I wanted him now.
As I laid on the couch, I looked over to see that he was stripping. Unlike with how careful he had been with my dress, he was quickly and aggressively divesting himself of his suit, until he stood bare.
He didn’t give me even a moment to appreciate him, take all of it in, as I had done for him, but instead was across the room quickly.
This time he didn’t hesitate. There was no conflict in his eyes, only determination.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he growled, then swung one leg over me so that he was in position. Roughly, he pushed my knees up and my legs apart, making room for his entrance.
He didn’t give me any warning before he thrust into me. It felt so good against the aching walls of my vagina that I couldn’t help but cry out.
His hand slapped over my mouth, cutting off any further.
“We’re at a gala, remember? You’re a naughty girl for being so loud.”
With his other hand, he started to massage my clit, thrusting into me with a quick and efficient rhythm. He was hitting all the right notes, making me moan and cry out into his hand.
I wanted to scream his name, to let him know how much I was enjoying what he was giving me, but his hand muffled everything.
Honestly, I liked it better that way. It gave him an aura of power. It wasn’t long before my first orgasm rushed over me, and I could feel myself cumming. It was the most intense and wonderful thing I had ever felt, even better than the time before.
I thrust my hips forward and tilted my head back as the pleasure washed through me, and then released.
Malcolm followed soon after, slowly pulling away to give my body time to adjust.
I was aching, and I knew that with how hard he had fucked me, I could be feeling if for a bit.
“Be ready baby, because we’re far from done,” Malcolm said from above me. His smile sent through shivers through my body, and I knew I would enjoy whatever was in store.
But just then, his phone beeped loudly from across the room, disrupting the moment.
“Sorry baby, I have to check this,” he said, standing up and walking over to grab his phone from his pants.
His expression darkened as he read whatever was on the screen, and I knew immediately that something had to be wrong.
“Shit, shit,” he said, rushing to pull on clothing. “I’m sorry, Aurora, but I’ll be right back.”
And just like that, he was gone, just like I had feared.
Chapter Fifteen
Malcolm
It killed me, but I rushed from the room.
To leave Aurora, after she had just come, and I was about to show her more of a good time, it was a lot. I wanted to be holding her in my arms, not rushing through the party chasing after the man who might end up being my killer.
I scanned the room, looking for Misha, and immediately started towards him when our eyes met.
I pushed people aside, careful not to let on that anything was happening. I didn’t want to send the room into a panic, it would blow our cover.
“Where is he?” I asked when I reached Misha.
“Gone,” he replied, shaking his head. “He was here for a few minutes, our men saw him on the cameras, but as soon as he realized his daughter was here, he left.”
“Shit, shit, shit.” I couldn’t help the vulgar language. I spent all that time setting up this party just to catch him, and it had been a complete waste of time, apparently.
Noah and Gilles were jogging to us; Leroi was nowhere to be seen.
“He was here?” Noah asked, directing his question to Misha.
Misha nodded. “Gone now.”
“We almost had him,” Gilles said. “Sorry I didn’t catch the footage earlier. Then we might have been able to actually grab him.”
“It’s fine, Gilles,” I said, though it wasn’t. I couldn’t stand more waiting. I turned back to Misha. “Can we send men after him?”
“Already did.”
“Why did he leave so suddenly?” Noah asked.
“Probably because I brought Aurora with me, and she was front and center. Shit, I was so foolish.” I massaged my temples, trying to think of a solution. I wished I could turn back time, and erase the mistake that I had made. If I hadn’t brought Aurora to the gala, then maybe we would have caught Samuel Kline. And then I wouldn’t have been tempted by her either.
It was a dangerous game that I was playing. I couldn’t afford to catch feelings for her, it would only end in disaster.
The worst thing was… I probably already had.
I wanted to keep her close to me and never let her go.
I wanted to see her in that dress again, and many others. I wanted to strip them off her each time, and enjoy her beautiful body, hear her melodious moans.
I had to admit, I admired Kline more and more. He clearly cared about his daughter’s safety if he had left as soon as he realized she was here. If Gilles missed him when he had first entered, then he probably would have had a real opportunity to kill me.
And I was putting her in danger just by having her close to me.
“I need to go talk to Aurora, let me know if there are any developments,” I said, nodding to Misha.
“Are you going to be alright?” Noah asked, catching me by the arm before I could leave completely.
I flashed him my signature smile. “Of course. Who do you think I am?”
Then I was weaving through the crowd again, making my way back to the room where Aurora was waiting for me.
When I entered, I saw that she had already dressed again, and was sitting on the sofa, arms crossed over her chest, hair still mussed.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her tone serious.
“Just a false alarm.” I sat down next to her, reaching out to smooth some hair away from her face, but she leaned away.
“No, what’s really going on?”
I sighed. Clearly, brushing everything off wasn’t going to work on her.
“That’s not something I want to tell you. Can’t you respect that?”
“I think I have a right to know, especially when it involves my father.”
Shit, shit. She had guessed what everything was about. I hadn’t wanted her to know at all. Her face was lit up with recognition. I had given it all away with my reaction.
“I knew it. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have talked to him.”
“Because, sweetheart, your father is a dangerous man.”
“Don’t sweetheart me! And he’s my father!”
“He may be your father, but he’s also trying to murder me.”
“I’m sure if you just talked to him—” I cut her off with a finger pressed to her lips.
“Darling, you haven’t grown up in this world, so don’t try to pretend like you know how it works at all. I would talk, I’ve tried to talk to him, but your father is under another man’s thumb. And, if I’m being honest, you shouldn’t be involved at all.”
She smacked away my hand, glaring at me with fire in her eyes. It made me want to push her down and kiss her, just to show her that I could, just so she knew that I really was passionate about her.
“Well, you involved me. So I guess it’s your responsibility to educate me. I can help, I know I can, you just have to give me a chance. Everyone says you’re a good guy, so you must be. I just want to know why.”
I shook my head, wishing yet again that things were simpler. “I don’t want you to get hurt. This world is dangerous, and you’re already involved enough.” I stood, brushing her away as I stalked towards the door, then turned to look at her over my shoulder. “It would probably be best if you stayed away from me from now on.”
I could hear her frustrated screams as I rejoined the gala, but I didn’t look back.
Part of me knew that it was cowardly to leave things like that, to not face this issue head-on. The rest of me knew that it was also the only way. If I wanted to protect her, if I wanted for all of us to come out of this alive, I couldn’t get attached. She would only be used against me in the end, and I couldn’t handle any more grief.
“Everything going okay?” Noah asked me, coming up at my side.
“As fine as they’re going to go,” I replied.
He laughed. “Well, that’s cryptic. What did you do, break her heart?”
“Something like that.”
He shook his head. “What are we going to do with you, Malcolm? I really thought this one might last.”
I let him guide me over to the bar and hand me a martini.
“What makes you say that?”
“Don’t you know? I’ve never seen you go back for seconds before. And the way you looked at her when she came down the stairs in that dress? Priceless.”
“She’s Samuel Kline’s daughter, Noah.”
He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “So? If you’re interested, I know you can work something out.”
“I’ll only be putting her in danger.”
“Malcolm, life is full of danger, no matter who you are. Sometimes happiness is worth that. If anything, she deserves the truth, and a chance to choose for herself. You can’t decide everything, and you also can’t protect everyone. You’re going to have to accept that at some point.”
“You know, Noah, I’d look a lot smarter if you didn’t just spout prophetic wisdom at every turn.”
His hand came down on my back, and he pulled me close. “Of course. It’s my job as your friend. I want to see you happy.”
“What would I do without you?”
“I don’t know, die maybe?”
I couldn’t help it. I threw back my head and let out a chest-deep laugh. “Unlikely. I’ve always been a survivor, even before I met you.”
He punched gently in the arm, giving me a teasing grin. “Yeah, but now you’ve gotten used to having me at your back. Admit it, you wouldn’t know how to live without me.”
We sat there at the bar for a few hours as the gala died down, drinking and laughing as we joked around. I didn’t even think that maybe I should send someone to check on Aurora, not until Leroi came to us, his face red and panic in his eyes.
“She’s gone.”
Chapter Sixteen
Aurora
I seized my opportunity when Malcolm left the room, not wanting to waste any more time.
I had started feeling things for him, things that made me ashamed now. I knew he was still hiding something from me, but it wasn’t worth it. If he wasn’t willing to share the truth with me or let me in, then I wasn’t going to chase him on the off-chance that he eventually would.
It just didn’t make sense.
I smoothed my hair down and made sure I looked presentable in one of the mirrors on the room’s wall. I didn’t want to attract attention when I reentered the gala. That was the last thing I needed at the moment.
Since Malcolm hadn’t sent anyone to check on me or had me dragged back to my basement prison, I assumed that meant I was free to roam around. I didn’t know if he was trusting me, or just forgetting about me, but either way, I wasn’t about to squander my one opportunity to escape.
With so many guests around and so much else to attend to, there had to be a break in the security. They couldn’t keep track of every single person, and it was obvious that Malcolm hadn’t told many people about me. Even the guards at my door seemed genuinely confused sometimes. I had caught a few of them peeking in to catch a glimpse when the maid brought me food or new clothes.
Whatever the reason was, I was thankful for it now as I wove through the guests, never lingering in one place for too long, but not rushing either. If I looked like I was trying to make a run for it, then I would be caught for sure.
Slowly but surely I made my through the crowd, inching towards the back of the large room.
Their security would likely be concentrated around where Malcolm was and the main entrances, aka the ballroom and the front door. There might be a few stragglers around the back, but I was confident of my ability to slip through.
Even if this dress made me stand out, I was used to and adept at blending into the background of things. It was one of the reasons why I made so few friends, but it was helpful now.
I found the back exit to the party rather easily. A few people were milling around, but they had drinks in their hands and paid me no mind as I went past them.
Then there were the hallways. So. Many. Hallways.
I couldn’t understand why Malcolm needed a house this big, especially if it was just him and his four friends (and the staff, though I didn’t know if they lived here). Was it for show? For events like these? Or did he sleep in a different bedroom each night?
The idea amused, and I had to keep myself from laughing out loud.
Okay focus, I had to stay focused.
It took longer than I wanted to since I kept getting myself lost, but eventually, my sense of direction led me to one of the back entrances of the mansion.
I was convinced there had to be more than one back door to this place, especially with its size. And, thankfully, I found one that was unlocked.
The door was a little stuck, probably from lack of use, and I had to jiggle it a bit to get it open, but it did, and then I was outside.
I hadn’t been outside since I had been brought to this place, and I had to take a minute just to breathe in the fresh air.
The ventilation system in Malcolm’s mansion might have been expensive, but it was still nothing compared to the sweet, chilled air of the wide open.
I took a deep breath, and then looked around, trying to figure out where I was and where I should go from here. I didn’t have much time. I knew that the
party was winding down, and it would only be a matter of time before they noticed I was missing and started looking for me.
I shivered to imagine what might happen if they caught me. Malcolm could be nice enough, but I also hadn’t tried anything with him yet.
And he had been clear that our sexual relationship ended tonight. Without that net of safety connecting us, I didn’t know how much he would care about me beyond my value as a bargaining chip.
I wasn’t about to find out.
Looking up to the clear night sky for comfort and kicking off the ridiculous heels I had been outfitted with, I began to run across Malcolm’s grounds. My feet pounded beneath me and my lungs burned in protest as I pushed my body harder than I used to.
My heart was beating loudly in my ears.
This was the moment of truth as I approached the fence that encircled the entire property. If I was able to make it to the road, I would be as good as safe.
Or at least, that’s what I thought.
When I reached the fence, I could see through the gaps of the wrought iron bars that the area Malcolm was located in was not populated at all.
Worse, the road was quiet. No cars were driving through, and even the street lamps were few and far between.
Clearly, they didn’t expect many people to be coming through this area of the neighborhood, which meant my escape was far from over.
“Shit,” I whispered to myself as I looked at the fence up and down.
I had always been a good kid, and never very athletic, so I hadn’t ever scaled a fence before.
More than that, this did not look like an easy fence to scale at all.
It was one of those rich people fences, made of wrought iron bars placed just close enough to prevent anyone from squeezing through, with very sharp looking spikes at the top. Two bars intersected them horizontally, one closer to the ground, and one closer to the top.
The only way I could see to climb the ridiculously tall fence would be to get up on the lower bar, then use the upper bar to pull myself up and over, and then jump down.
I ran the real risk of tearing my dress or worse, injuring myself, but it was better than what I potentially faced my staying.
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