“Please don’t do that,” he continued. He cupped her jaw to keep her gaze focused on him. “We shouldn’t have been here in the stairwell, but I would still have you in my arms if the security link in my ear hadn’t buzzed...I’m needed downstairs.” Maverick wiped a hand over his face as Emma watched.
He was a handsome man and the scar that ran down one side of his face only added to his appeal.
“Emma, I don’t want to leave you, but I don’t have a choice right now. Go back into the VIP lounge and don’t let him take you anywhere else. I’ll be back for you when I’ve sorted the mess out downstairs.” Maverick backed her up against the wall, his eyes searching hers. “Promise me you’ll scream for help if he tries anything? Promise me Emma, or I’m going to walk out of this place right now and take you with me.”
Stunned was an understatement about how she felt. No one had ever cared enough about her to want to protect her the way that Maverick seemed to. At least, not since her parents had died. Chloe didn’t really count, she wasn’t old enough to do much right now, although she’d keep that thought away from her sister—little, miss bossy boots.
“Emma, I really need to go...and I really need that promise.”
“I promise to stay in the VIP lounge.” She smiled and reached up to Maverick. Her lips touched his in a quick peck before she turned and moved to the door. She just caught the look of pure joy that crossed Maverick’s face at her unexpected touch.
As Emma nervously touched the door handle, she was pulled back against his chest. Maverick planted a kiss to the top of her head...then he was gone.
* * * *
Emma was unnerved about being back in the VIP lounge after the heat Maverick generated inside her. She took her seat again and looked around her. No one noticed her arrival, but with the dimmed lighting, more so in her corner, she was hidden from view. She started to watch the other guests who milled around the room, some she didn’t know why they’d bothered dressing considering the skimpy outfits they wore. As she watched one couple in particular, she wondered how long it would take before they disappeared into one of the rooms to finish what they appeared to have started.
“You miss me?” Dahlin asked, making her jump as he joined her again.
“Do you really want me to answer that?” She took a long swallow of the drink he’d placed in her hands.
He laughed and proceeded to ignore her.
This new drink was delicious. It was pink in color and slid down Emma’s throat like a dream. She shouldn’t really be drinking alcohol while with him, but the drink was so good.
“What’s in this?” she asked, holding the glass in front of her face.
“I think it has strawberry and cranberry syrup, which is why it’s such a girly color and so fruity... You want another one?”
“Yes, please.”
Dahlin nodded to his driver, who Emma hadn’t noticed before. She’d assumed he was waiting in the car instead of following them into the club. His name escaped her. She stared at him, her vision as blurry as her brain as she struggled with his name...she was usually good with names. Why couldn’t she remember his?
The empty glass was removed from her fingers and a full one was in its place. This one even had a cocktail stick lying across the top with a strawberry.
Eating the deliciously sweet fruit, Emma took another long sip of her drink. The more she drank, the more she wanted. What was wrong with her? She never drank like she was tonight. She couldn’t stop.
And it had started to get hot inside the club, really hot. Emma had reached the point where she wanted to rip her clothes off because she was so warm, she started to fidget.
“Are you okay, Emma?” Dahlin questioned.
She glanced up at him and realized that he was watching her carefully—it was as though he was waiting for something. But what? He confused her.
“I think you might need to lie down.” Dahlin placed his own drink on the table and took hold of her arm. He tugged her up into his arms and she couldn’t understand how his touch, which once repelled her, felt...good.
What the hell was wrong with her? Dahlin was a creep. It was Maverick’s touch that she craved, that she wanted.
As Dahlin helped her walk through the VIP lounge, there was something at the back of her mind. Something that told her she was supposed to do something now. But she’d be damned if she could remember what.
The room that Dahlin led her to had dimmed lighting like the rest of the club, but that’s about all that was the same.
In the center of the room, covered in purple silk, was a huge bed with a mirror hanging above it. Emma scanned the room, confusion marred her brow when she spotted cabinets along one wall.
When did she get to a house?
Her legs felt like they couldn’t hold her up anymore so she moved to sit on the bed. Her body itched and despite feeling tired, she hummed with energy that spiraled through her body and right to parts of her where it shouldn’t. She felt things that she shouldn’t, especially while she was with Jeffrey Dahlin.
Chapter Six
Why the hell that idiot had to have one woman over the other when they were fucking twins had been anyone’s guess, but Maverick was pissed as fuck. He’d had to help remove everyone involved in the ‘disagreement’ instead of being able to keep his eye on Emma. His Emma. He shook his head to try and clear the lust that kept clouding his judgment where she was concerned. They’d only just met, but the instant their eyes had fallen on each other, he’d felt all his protective instincts rise.
The bastard, Dahlin, would have hell to pay if he took advantage of Maverick’s woman. He just had to work out a way to get her out of The Club, with him instead of Dahlin, before his employers knew what he was up to. It was against the employee regulations to mix with the guests or members. If they did, it was straight up dismissal. But he was resigning anyway, right? So what did it matter? The only thing that mattered right now was Emma.
“Hey man, what’s up with you and that chick?”
The minute those words were spoken Maverick clenched his fists in annoyance.
“What do you mean?” he asked Jay, one of the bar staff from the ground floor.
“I saw you drag that chick from the VIP lounge to the stairwell. She’s hot if you get rid of the hideous dress she’s wearing.”
He hated the fact that someone else talked about her like she was a piece of meat. Not for much longer. Maverick got right in Jay’s face, a scowl clear on his face as he stared him down. He knew instantly that Jay had gotten his message loud and clear by the surprised, but shocked, look on his face. “She is not a chick, and she certainly isn’t someone you need to be looking at,” he said.
“If she’s yours, what is she doing here with someone else?”
How the hell was he supposed to explain that they met, what, about an hour ago? It was too bizarre for even his ears. “Just leave it.” Maverick stepped back, but halted when Jay grabbed his arm.
“She means something to you?” Jay didn’t give Maverick time to reply, and continued, “I think you should know that before I came down here, the guy she’s with was dragging her to one of the rooms up there.”
Maverick’s whole body froze as the words hit him. She promised him that she wouldn’t go anywhere with Dahlin. Had she been playing him?
“If it helps,” Jay added, “I don’t think she was going willingly. In fact, I’d even go as far as to suggest that perhaps she’d been drugged. She didn’t look all that with it.”
“Drugged?”
“Yeah, she looked hot.”
Maverick felt his anger rise at the ‘hot’.
“I mean,” Jay quickly added, “she looked flushed and...and, maybe, aroused.” He shrugged. “He could have drugged her.”
Aroused?
Drugged?
Drugs weren’t allowed in the club. It was one of the top rules. No drugs. The last spot search had been a week ago, and one member had been banned. They may not be allowed, but that did
n’t stop some people.
An arousal drug?
He knew that there were drugs on the market that could arouse someone and make them do things they wouldn’t normally do just to reach a climax. He’d never seen anyone on the drugs, but a friend of his had. His friend had been there to witness the effects on his girlfriend, who’d been drugged in a nightclub along with her friends. He’d told Maverick that it was hot as hell, and difficult to do the right thing. He hadn’t elaborated further.
“I need you to cover for me.” Maverick didn’t need to think about what he was going to do. There really was no choice.
“I figured. How long?”
“My shift. Give me ten minutes, then go and clock me out. Make sure no one sees you.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “You are going to owe me big time for this.”
“Yeah, I know,” Maverick acknowledged over his shoulder on his way out of the room.
He had to get to her before Dahlin so much as touched her because he’d see red and wasn’t sure he’d be able to control his compulsion to pound him into the ground.
As he ran upstairs and then out into the VIP lounge, he felt an urgent need to get to Emma. It was so strong that he wanted to charge through the club, tossing people to the side just to get to her. She’d looked sweet and innocent, but under the drab dress she’d been wearing, there were lush curves waiting for him to caress. Just the thought of touching Emma was enough to start a twitch in his pants.
Looking around, he headed toward the private rooms but came to a stop when he realized he had no idea which room they’d gone into.
Maverick checked the roster outside each door, which showed a timeslot that was booked but not by whom. There were four out of the six private rooms on this floor that had been booked for now. Dahlin didn’t look like he’d share so they wouldn’t be in the group room.
What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t walk away because he had a gut feeling that Emma didn’t want to be with Dahlin. If she’d wanted to be with him, surely she’d have been in a sexy outfit instead of the one she’d worn. She wouldn’t have been so drawn to Maverick either.
He needed to find the room that she’d been taken to...and fast.
“What the hell is causing you to sweat,” Dave, a probationary ‘suit’, asked as he walked toward Maverick. “I don’t think I’ve seen you lose your calm.”
“I don’t have time to explain, but a member has taken my girl into one of these rooms against her will. He drugged her.”
The anger Maverick felt knew no bounds at the thought of Emma trapped in the room with that bastard.
“Who is she in with?”
“Dahlin,” Maverick snarled.
“Then it’s your lucky day.”
Maverick locked eyes with Dave, and waited.
“I’d just come up here when I saw them enter that room,” he pointed behind Maverick, “right there.”
“Thanks.” He sighed in relief.
Maverick pivoted and caught his breath before he used his security pass to get the door unlocked. Once inside, he froze.
Emma was fidgeting, as though she couldn’t stay still, while she backed toward the door Maverick had just entered. Dahlin stalked her like a wild animal and looked ready to pounce.
The minute he spotted Maverick, his eyes threw fire before he blinked and hid his anger at the interruption. That wasn’t allowed—interrupting a guest—unless the alarm was triggered from within the room.
“I’ll have your job for this. You’re not allowed inside and no one triggered the alarm,” Dahlin hissed, barely able to control his anger.
Emma slammed into Maverick, her backside snug against him. He curved his arm around her stomach and secured her against his chest. She let out a whimper, which caused his dick to swell—he had to ignore his body’s response to her while he got rid of Dahlin.
“You think I give a shit about my job when you have Emma in here? When you’ve drugged her?”
Dahlin’s eyes widened before they narrowed into thin slits. “She isn’t drugged,” he denied.
“Like hell she isn’t.”
Maverick turned Emma in his arms and realized his mistake when he felt the twin peaks of her nipples as they stabbed into his chest. He gentle cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his. Her eyes focused on him, but what he saw took his breath away. Her eyes were hot with arousal, but he could see the fear in them as well. It was clear that she was afraid of everything that was happening to her.
“Dave,” Maverick barked. “Get that fucker out of here. I’ll talk to the boss about tonight.”
“You can’t do that!” Dahlin yelled as he moved into Maverick’s space.
Maverick maneuvered Emma behind him, out of Dahlin’s reach, before he stepped nose-to-nose with Dahlin. “Yes. I. Can. And I am doing it. If you have any complaints then let the boss know, but remember he’ll have the results from the blood test that we’ll be doing on Emma,” he bluffed.
There wouldn’t be a blood test because he refused to put Emma through that. Dave would back him up in their report about the incident with Dahlin.
What he really wanted to do was punch the bastard so hard he wouldn’t be able to see for a week, or eat for that matter. Why did Dahlin have to act like he hadn’t done a damn thing wrong? If Emma had left the room, Maverick didn’t think he’d have been able to hold back from knocking the fucker’s teeth down his throat.
Dave picked Dahlin’s jacket up from the chair and took him by the arm. Dahlin shook his arm and freed himself.
“I’ll have your job for this,” he spat as he marched out ahead of Dave.
Chapter Seven
Before Maverick could turn or think of his next move, Emma had her dress yanked off and dropped to the floor seconds before she knelt in front of him.
He blinked a few times to try and clear his head, but nothing worked. She was still on the floor at his feet. When she reached for his zipper and yanked it down, he still couldn’t move or find his tongue. His breathing was heavier as Emma nudged against his erection with her knuckles before she shoved his pants and briefs past his hips, which allowed his dick freedom.
“I’m hurting, Maverick,” she moaned against his leaking crown. “I’m not so far gone that I don’t know that he drugged me, but I want you to make it better. Make it stop. My clit throbs.” She licked the crown as her fist tightened around his solid length. “I’m so wet and on fire that I need you to put it out...please.” She sucked him into her mouth and moaned around him.
Maverick felt his balls tighten, bringing him back to his senses. They’d deserted him the minute he’d seen Emma, in her sexy as fuck underwear, eye level with his cock.
He pulled her off him and tried to catch his breath, but her hands were everywhere—touching his balls, his legs, and groin before they slid back along his dick. He captured them in his and pulled her to her feet.
“I need to get you out of here.” He rested his forehead against Emma’s and tried to catch his breath. Emma wouldn’t have any of it though.
She ground her hips against his; she pushed close enough to rub the hard tips of her breasts against his chest.
“I can’t...God, I need...I need...dammit; I need to come before I go insane. Feel how wet I am. Please, Maverick.” Emma took hold of his hand and shoved it between her spread thighs. As soon as his fingers slipped beneath her panties, he felt the wet heat of her pussy. He couldn’t resist as his fingers slid deep inside her warmth. Emma threw her head back as her hips rocked against his hand. She was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen and he felt like a bastard for wanting more. She was drugged. He shouldn’t be taking advantage of her. Albeit she was the one who started this. He hadn’t made a move, at least not a full on sexual move. But fuck it, he wanted to.
His cock was fully swollen and hurt because he was so hard. The bulging crown was soaked with his arousal, which wouldn’t stop trickling from the slit.
“Oh, God,” Emma m
oaned. “I need more.”
She backed away, and while Maverick stood watching, she made fast work of removing her bra and panties. He gulped at the beautiful body on display; his mouth watered at the ripeness of her large breasts with the hardened, cherry nipples. She was exquisite and he wanted her. He’d wanted her since he first set eyes on her.
“Maverick, strip. You have too many clothes on.”
It wasn’t a request, it was an order and, even though he knew he’d probably regret this while she was drugged, he quickly removed his clothes. He stumbled as he removed his pants because Emma started tugging and rolling her nipples between her fingers. The sight was arousing as fuck and, if he weren’t careful, he’d be coming without touching his dick. He’d gone without for too long and now, being in the room with the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, he was too fucking close to blowing his load.
Emma laid on the bed of silk and squirmed; her legs rubbed together in an effort to ease the ache between them. Her hips arched, searched, and her hands roughly massaged her breasts.
When Maverick stood at the end of the bed and their eyes met, she spread her legs wide, but it wasn’t until she shoved her hand between and entered her sweet cunt that Maverick felt his dick swell and his balls pull tight. He quickly wrapped his hand around the base and closed his eyes, he squeezed while he counted to ten, and then twenty.
“Maverick, fuck me.”
“Fuck!”
“Yes. Oh, please...I need to come right now. It’s unbearable.” A tear slipped from Emma’s eye and ran into her hair.
He was a sucker for a woman’s tears. He really didn’t want to get off when she was drugged, but whether or not he entered her, Maverick knew he’d be coming before they left this room. His dick was too swollen for anything else.
“Maverick,” she whispered.
He was lost. He couldn’t refuse or prolong her agony anymore.
“Let me grab something.”
Maverick knew these rooms and he wanted to rock her world and give her the biggest fucking orgasm she’d ever had, which was why he was searching for...yes, he found it!
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