His Secret Baby (A Bad Boy Romance)

by Waltz, Vanessa

  “Lying piece of shit. Don’t make me come back here for this again.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  The moment he faces me, he’s all smiles again. The alcohol’s heat swirls in my chest and I want to taste the sheen of wetness on his lips. His warmth returns to the back of my neck as he splays a hand there.

  “Damn. I was looking forward to dragging you to my place and ripping off that tank top. You look surprised.”

  He leans forward confidently as I stand up, and I freeze as his face looms in closer. My blood churns, heart racing. And his lips touch my cheek in a chaste kiss.

  That’s it?

  Disappointment hits my body like ice-cold water. What was all that talk about my tits for if he was just planning to walk out of here?

  His jacket swings forward, and somehow through my awkward position my hand slips inside his jacket pocket and touches something dry and papery. I feel it with my fingers, and then suddenly he’s pulling back and I have it in my hands. It’s his goddamn money clip.

  Shit!

  Instinctively, I curl my fingers around it as blood rushes to my face, and then I swing my hand back as he steps back. The money disappears into my back pocket.

  I study his smooth face as my heart hammers against my chest, nearly bursting out of my ribs.

  You just fucking stole money from a Black Dragon.

  What the hell do I do?

  It’s too late to do anything about it. He’s already standing back with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. A smile staggers over his face.

  “I’ll be in touch, Christine.”

  “See you.”

  I slide down because his giant berth is still blocking my way out, and I bump into a man’s shoulder. I watch Thane with a horrified slowness as confusion knits his brow. He lifts his hands and reaches into his jacket.

  “Sorry,” I whisper to the man’s knee as I take a step around him.

  It’s like an animal trying to burst from my chest. Blood pounds so hard that I have to grip the bar to steady myself. I should just keep walking like nothing’s wrong, but I can’t help it. I look back.

  Thane has his hands deep inside his jacket. He’s searching for it. It’s gone. The coal eyes flick toward the bartender, and then to me. The look he sends me is like a spear right through my heart.

  All he has to do is point.

  A scream rips from my throat the moment I see the snarl on his face. The crowd of people part for the syndicate members as they lunge toward me, and then my back hits the back of the bar. People scream. My arms are yanked behind my back, and Thane’s gaze burns at me as his hand wraps around my throat. He reaches around my back as I let out a shriek of pain, and then I feel him groping my back muscles. He palms my ass, gives it a squeeze, and then he finds the money clip buried deep in my back pocket.

  A silent horror rips through me as he shows me the money clip, holding my neck with his massive hand. Accusing, dark eyes burn at me.

  “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear!”

  The others holding me back laugh, and even Thane gives me a chuckle. “Whatever you say sweetheart.”

  “I know how this looks. I know—dammit—stop laughing at me!”

  “Take her to the back.”

  No.

  I don’t know what that means, but in every movie I’ve ever seen, you take someone out in the back to kill them. My life slides past me like a boring PowerPoint presentation. All the long hours slaving in this bar and that restaurant just to scrape a couple pennies together only to live longer enough to do the same thing again the next day. Over and over. Always living paycheck to paycheck. One obstacle after another. I thought I was living, but what was it all for?

  “I didn’t mean to—you have to let me explain!”

  Their voices rise in a chorus of laughter. Even to my ears, my excuse sounds pathetic. The bar patrons only glance at me with pity, but it’s the kind of pity that’s also interspersed with “Well, she asked for it.” And I can’t really blame them for that.

  They push me through the Employees Only door, and a female voice lifts in a scream, but I can’t see anything. It’s all too vivid for me to process. I’m shoved through a second door—the locker room where we have staff meetings sometimes. There’s nothing in there but a cheap plywood table and Kevin, sitting in one of the chairs. His milky-white face blanches even further at the sight of three Dragons.

  “Get the fuck out of here.”

  Thane’s growl acts as an explosion under Kevin’s ass. The chair knocks to the floor as he sprints from the room, the door banging loudly behind him. So much for chivalry. Thane walks in front of my field of vision, looking beautiful and pissed off. He glances at his colleagues.

  “Leave us.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The door closes softly behind them, and I look at the four blank walls of this shitty office, convinced this is where I’m going to die. Then a smirk crawls over Thane’s angular face. He grabs the tie at his throat and loosens it around his thick neck.

  “Honestly, I wasn’t trying to rob you.”

  “So you weren’t honestly trying to take my money?”

  “It was a mistake!” I utter in a half-sob. “Haven’t you ever made a mistake before?”

  He nods sagely, taking the few steps he needs to flatten me against the wall. “My father used to make me kneel on salt for hours.”

  Jesus.

  He brandishes the money clip, and I flinch at its appearance. Thane’s lips part as he trails the sharp edge of the bills against my cheek. Then he turns the money clip and rubs the metallic edge over my mouth. I startle at the gentle touch.

  “Is this what you want, Christine?”

  “No.”

  “You stole from me.”

  “I didn’t—”

  “You stole from me,” he repeats again in a harder voice. “That means I own your ass.” A smile flashes across his face again. “How much is this, anyway?”

  I watch with increasing dread as he quickly thumbs through it.

  “About five-hundred. Do you think your pretty little mouth is worth that much?”

  The metal stings my bottom lip as he presses down.

  “I—my mouth?”

  “Yes.” And then he takes my shoulder in his rough hand, and his hard body nearly swallows mine. “I could take you back to the syndicate. Make an example out of you there.”

  My mouth dries. All I know about that tall, black building is that outsiders are rarely allowed inside. “No, please.”

  “Then suck my cock.”

  Suck his cock?

  The absurdity of it rings in my head—Me in this stupid room kneeling in front of this beautiful bastard to suck his dick—and yet at the same time I’m relieved. He just wants a blowjob. That’s all. Relief nearly makes me collapse to the ground, but I force my shaking legs to stand still.

  “What do you mean—make an example?”

  “Maybe I’d take you in front of the Council and let them decide your fate, or maybe I’d just bend you over my knee and give you the spanking you deserve.”

  I didn’t think my face could burn any hotter, but the image of me sprawled over his lap, my panties pulled down to my knees sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. Thane caresses my lip, and then trails the wad of money lightly over my skin and down my neck where my heartbeat throbs.

  “Then I’d take you to my place, and I’d collect the rest of my payment there. Either way, I win.”

  “You’re a bastard.”

  He smiles. “I told you I wanted to fuck you, not hurt you.”

  “Then—then don’t!”

  “But you stole from me. You’ve put me in a tricky situation, sweetheart. There has to be some kind of punishment otherwise what would people think?”

  “That you’re a decent person who realizes that people make mistakes?”

  “Decent.”

  I feel heat on my face.

  “Does anything about me scream decent t
o you?”

  No.

  “I can’t hear your thoughts, Christine,” he says in a singsong voice.

  “No.”

  “And do you think I would’ve gotten to where I was if I was a nice guy?”

  “Probably not.”

  “The answer is no. There’s no way in hell I’d be this rich or be standing in this room right now looking into your gorgeous eyes if I was nice.”

  My hand flies to my hair, my heart beating so fast that I can feel my body shake.

  “And I can’t have people thinking that I’ve gone soft, so I think you’d better kneel.”

  “This is crazy!”

  “I’m giving you an easy way out. Kneel and wrap those beautiful lips around me. Let’s not pretend that your panties aren’t wet at the very idea.”

  I’m ashamed to admit that they are. He’s a fucking bastard, and he knows he’s got me between a rock and a hard place, but what does it matter?

  Thane watches me with a half-cocked smile, waiting for me to do something that we both know I want to do.

  “Take off your shirt first.”

  Something’s changed. The air doesn’t feel tense. It’s electric. His heat beats down on me like the sun. I’ve forgotten how good it feels just to be looked at with desire. Under his gaze, I feel like I’m in control. His eyes follow my hands as I grab the hem of my soaking wet tank top. I give him a smile as I tease him with inches of my skin. He watches me roll it over my ribs and then my breasts. He lets out a sigh. The cold air stings my wet skin as I throw my tank top off my head. It lands somewhere—I don’t bother looking.

  He touches me, and I wait to feel revulsion or some kind of horror, but his hand glides over my skin like a lover’s. He palms my tits, warming them instantly, and I touch his solid middle as pleasure thrums deep inside me like the sudden twang of a guitar string. Oh my God, he feels good. He plays with my tits, smiling in wry satisfaction at the peaked nipples.

  “I knew you were hiding an amazing pair of tits.” Thane moves a broad thumb over the sensitive skin, bending his head so that I can feel his breath over my naked skin.

  I let out a sound of disbelief, and I feel his lips brush my ear.

  “You don’t think I like these?”

  He squeezes them, and a rush of energy goes straight to my brain.

  “No, I mean, yes. I just think you’re exaggerating.”

  “I’m about a cunthair away from throwing you on that table and fucking you. Take off your pants.”

  When I’ve caught my breath, I stand back from him slightly and bend over. His hand moves over my back as I slide my thumbs behind my jeans, pulling them off with my panties. I’m already slick for him, and I don’t understand it. There should be fear pumping through my veins, not desire.

  Thane’s nostrils flare into little wings when I straighten myself, and then I curl my hand around his loosened tie and I tug hard. It would take more than my weight to force Thane to do anything, but he bows his head close enough for me to feel his breath burning over my lips. I close the distance, fingers hooked through the neck-hole of his tie as he smiles against my mouth. I kiss him bruising hard, and he crushes me back as his hands wrap around me, gliding up and down my back. He squeezes my ass and I feel the rough calluses on my skin. Then his thigh digs into mine, and I feel the iron rod of his cock digging into my groin. My pussy clenches hard at the precise moment he slides his tongue in my mouth.

  I can’t believe I’m actually mauling this guy. A syndicate member. Thug. Gangster. Whatever the hell you want to call him. He’s a fucking stranger.

  I grab one of his hands, and lead it around my waist. I suck in his bottom lip, biting down as I guide him to my clit. His finger slides along my pussy as he lets out a short growl into my mouth. He breaks away, his eyes livid.

  “On your knees.”

  He shoves me down, and I grab his legs to slow my descent. Then his hands work madly at his buckle. I kneel on the rough carpet, naked in the garish yellow light. Thane looks down with barely restrained emotion, and I realize that I actually want this guy’s cock in my mouth. I touch him through the fabric of his slacks, and hear him suck in breath. Goddamn it. I pull the zipper down and yank his pants over his broadly muscled legs, which are covered with a down of black hair. Charcoal grey briefs strain absurdly against the bulge of his cock, which is so big that his head pokes out of his leg hole.

  “Damn.”

  He grabs my hair in a wordless grunt, and then I free his cock from his stiff underwear. Jesus, he’s a big boy. Thick veins pound blood into his length, which is way longer than the span of my hand. I make a circle around him, but I can barely touch my fingers.

  “Like what you see?”

  I look up and strained eyes stare back at me.

  “It’s fucking huge.”

  I explore him, running my fingers over the sensitive fold of skin right under his head. A thin stream of juice slides down his head, and I flick my tongue across him.

  Thane is losing patience. He grinds his fingers into the back of my head, and I lean forward, trying to open my mouth wide enough. My tongue glides on the underside of him as he stretches my mouth wide enough to be painful. I grab the base of his cock and hold the cool sack of his balls as he pushes. I’m close to gagging, but I force myself to relax. I’m not letting this guy leave unsatisfied. He’ll have the best fucking blowjob from me, or so help me God.

  His fist in my hair guides the pace, but I pick it up and move my lips up and down his length. Thane makes a loud groan, and I glance up briefly to see his eyes fluttering. I pump his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, and then I move my hands to his ass and I push.

  “Goddamn it.”

  I feel him like a thick log in my throat, cutting off my air completely. I don’t let go until he’s all the way inside. My lips touch the base of his cock, and then I gag. He pulls out, saliva stringing from my lips, and I allow myself a few deep breaths.

  “Will you help me?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  I take him back inside my mouth, ignoring the pain at the back of my throat, and my lips stop a half-inch from his groin. Thane bends his knees and thrusts his hips. I’m choked with some guy’s dick, on my knees, naked, and he’ll punish me if I don’t suck him off. It’s the hottest moment of my life. He ruts me a few times, pulling out just enough for me to inhale a stream of air. My lips kiss his body, and I brush my tongue against his balls.

  Thane pulls out all the way, his hands no longer painful in my hair, but still commanding.

  “I’m going to cum inside that pretty mouth of yours.”

  My mind wants me to pull back and spare myself the humiliation of taking his come in my mouth, but there’s nothing embarrassing about sucking Thane’s cock.

  I inhale deeply, and then I take his slick length inside me again. The room explodes with Thane’s voice, his wordless grunts, and the wet sounds of his cock. He deep-throats me, fucking my mouth once, twice, and then I feel the surge of liquid under my tongue. He gasps, and then my mouth floods with salty warmth. My lips tighten around him as he pumps in and out, releasing more hot jets of come that I let slide to the back of my throat. Gentle fingers caress my hair as he lets out a satisfied groan. His legs tighten under my hands as he pulls out. It’s still rock-hard when he passes from my lips. Then he tugs my hair and it’s a few seconds before I realize that he wants me to stand up.

  Sound dials back up as I follow the pressure of his hand. His ragged breaths echo in the small room and I feel them like a finger, pulsing in and out of my pussy. A sleepy smile twitches over Thane’s broad face as heat floods my face.

  “I’ve never done that before.”

  His hand rests on the back of my neck, playing with my hair. It’s a pleasant feeling.

  “It didn’t feel like your first time.”

  Now I’m embarrassed. I wrap my arms around my chest, and Thane notices with an exaggerated scowl.

  “What the hell are you doing?”
r />   “You got what you wanted, didn’t you?”

  The fingers keep rubbing the back of my head, making me forget that I’m standing in the locker room of my workplace. It’s almost as though we’re lying in bed together. He won’t even tear his eyes from mine. It’s overwhelming.

  “Not yet. It’s your turn.”

  “My turn?”

  I blink at him, completely lost.

  His lips crash over mine, pushing me backward until my ass hits the edge of the table. Strong hands wrap around my body and bend me over it. His wicked face looms above mine, his tie dragging between my tits as I lay down over the table. I feel his thick cock against my leg, and for a wild moment I’m sure he’s about to plunge his cock between my legs, but he reaches back with his hand. My back arches when he touches my clit, the breath going out of me in one, swift exhale. I can’t fucking believe how good it feels. His fingers play with my pussy, sliding up and down with an incredibly wet and erotic sound.

  “Oh!”

  “That’s it, baby. Let me hear how badly you want me.”

  I reward him with another moan, and he plunges his fingers inside me. My muscles tighten over him as a ragged scream rips from my throat. It’s so sudden—so amazing. I didn’t expect my heart to jump like this.

  A series of knocks hits the door. “Thane!”

  He shrugs off the sound with the air of a lion shaking off an irritating fly. “What, Ben?” he barks at the door.

  “Everything ok?”

  His fingers jump inside me and I press my hand against my mouth. Thane’s watches me with a smoldering grin.

  “We’re fine, aren’t we Christine?” he says in a low purr. He sucks in his bottom lip, eyes roving over my tits and abdomen with a deep-throated growl.

  “Sir?”

  “I’m not done with her yet.”

  My cheeks burn as though there’s a flamethrower right next to them. Thane buries his finger in my pussy, grinning at my shame. I can practically hear Ben’s thoughts as I hear his body move away from the door. Then again, he probably deals with things like this on a regular basis.