Devon laughed softly, surprised that the incident hadn’t completely unnerved her. “You said you preferred women.”
“Oh come on, you knew I was lying.”
“Perhaps. Maybe you just need to be more open minded.”
“And maybe I will be, but clearly not with a crazy bitch like that.”
A smile twisted at his lips, and he watched her through hooded eyes. She truly did amuse him, which was also rare in the women he was generally attracted to.
“What are you doing here, Renee?”
He left the question open for her interpretation. He could have been referring to the room or the party. Either answer he looked forward to hearing.
She folded her arms across her breasts and gave him a fierce look. “Listen, bouncer, you’re the hired help. I don’t think Mr. Murray would appreciate his staff getting out of line.”
“And you’re concerned with Mr. Murray’s,” he paused, “staff?”
Renee gave a sputter of exasperation, her cheeks turning a marvelous pink, and went to sweep past him. He caught her arm and stopped her.
“You intrigue me, Renee.”
She lifted her chin. “Deal with it.”
“You should be warned that I will.”
Devon laughed when she fled the room.
So sensual. What she’d seen so far was just the beginning, and by the end of the night she would be thoroughly corrupted.
So far, nobody had touched her tonight except for him. He didn’t count Shauna’s attempt, and from what he’d seen on the monitor, she’d also rebuked Victor’s attempts.
Of course there was always the possibility Renee would go back out to the party and join one the fantasies. Yet his conviction that she wasn’t here for the sexual fantasies had only grown stronger as the evening wore on.
No matter her purpose for being here, he knew how the night would end. And that would be with Renee in his bed. He wanted her, and he always got what he wanted. It was that simple.
If he hadn’t been attuned to her awareness to him—her almost helpless response to his touch—he might’ve focused alone on why she’d crashed his party. Why she kept lying. And he would still do that, but only after the pleasure.
Then he’d delve deeper into who she was.
Devon turned off the light and went to tell Victor he would no longer be needed.
Chapter Five
So not only had she fallen down the rabbit hole, but she’d taken the first train to kinky town.
Renee hurried down the hall, frantic to escape the bouncer who was inverting her world and keeping her hormones on alert. She found a bathroom and slipped inside, needing to get herself under control. Regain her composure.
The cold water she splashed on the inside of her wrists helped.
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.
That thought raced through her head and she gave a semi-hysterical laugh. Of course it wasn’t a good idea. It was the only idea she had left. It was ridiculous and a long shot at best, but it was the best she had.
Plus, Lucy’s insistence that it’d be fun and exciting had just encouraged her. Fun and exciting weren’t exactly the verbs she would’ve chosen, but in a way Lucy had been right. It was just a different kind of fun and a different kind of exciting.
Strangely, she got kind of hot over watching people get kinky. Also noted was the fact that a stranger could turn her on in just a few seconds flat—though not just any stranger. She’d felt absolutely nothing when Victor had touched her, only when the bouncer had.
Odd.
She shook her head and gripped the marble countertop, staring at herself in the mirror.
“You can do this.”
Clearing the doubts from her head, she felt ready to take on her mission with renewed determination. Renee emerged from her retreat and made her way back to the kinky room, where she spotted her escort.
“Victor—”
“I am no longer your escort, ma’am,” he said cordially and then continued past her.
“Okay...” She watched him go, a little curious as to why her assigned shadow for the night had suddenly bailed.
Turning her gaze back into the room, she noticed a man leaning against a wall. He watched her through narrowed eyes, his interest clear. He was attractive in a way, with his long hair pulled back into a ponytail and gold hoops in each ear.
Was this him? Devon Murray? Likely it was the image, but he certainly had a pirate aura about him.
He must’ve realized she was checking him out just as closely, because he shoved away from the wall and approached her with certain deliberation.
“Are you a Dom or a Sub?”
Was it a trick question? And what did that whole Dom Sub thing mean again? Surely she’d heard of it at some point, but right now she was drawing a blank.
She took in his attire, noting it was mostly leather. In his hand he held some kind of paddle thingy.
“I don’t know,” she answered carefully. “What do you think?”
He smiled, as if what she’d said something funny. “You’re a Sub.”
“Okay.” She winced as he slapped the paddle against his palm.
“Show me your ass.”
Renee blinked. “Excuse me?”
He swung the paddle and gave her a solid smack on her butt.
“Ouch!” She leapt away from him. “Hey, you cannot just hit me with that thing.”
He hit her on the butt again and she cursed. Son of a bitch that stung!
“I take it back—I’m the Dom, now give me the fucking paddle!”
“Show me your ass.” He was like a robot on repeat, and she squeezed her eyes shut as he raised the paddle again.
She braced for the next blow to fall, but it never came. She peaked through one eye to figure out what had happened. The man’s arm was restrained mid-swing, held in a painful looking angle by the ever-persistent bouncer.
“This woman is not to be touched.” The bouncer’s tone was equally as savage as the hard look he gave to the man in leather. “She belongs to me.”
“Yeah! Wait, what?” Renee had been ready to applaud his intervention until that last line. She spun on him. “Okay, I’m so over all this bullshit. Now get this—”
“I-I’m sorry,” the man in leather stammered, as if she hadn’t even spoke. “I didn’t realize she was yours, Mr. Murray.”
No. Renee blanched and her blood froze.
“Get out of my face,” Devon’s icy, calm command sent the man in leather scurrying off.
He was Devon Murray. The bouncer who was clearly not a bouncer was Devon Murray.
Fuck. Her. Sideways.
Chapter Six
Renee struggled to look calm, but knew she was doing a piss poor job. He was Devon Murray and he had had his hands all over her—she’d enjoyed those hands. Quite a bit really.
The one man she should have kept up her guard against turned out to be the one man who’d gotten closest to her tonight.
The sudden rush of dizziness had her grabbing the wall for support.
“Are you all right?”
He must have noticed her deer-in-headlights look and her use of the wall as a support mechanism, because he frowned and stepped closer.
“Renee?”
She gave a slow nod, more freaked out now than she had been a minute ago when paddle guy had smacked her.
His gaze was unreadable. “I’m sorry, he was absolutely out of line. He’s a little new at this kind of thing. I’ll have someone instruct him on the true nature of a Dominant Submissive relationship.”
“Why didn’t you tell me who you were?” The question was more accusation, fleeing past her lips whether it was a good idea or not. Probably not.
“I enjoyed your ignorance. Anyone invited to this party would know who I am.”
Not everyone. Lucy wouldn’t have known. Then again, by arriving with Eric Ross she’d probably been introduced fairly quickly. So he had a valid point.
He’d been onto her
probably the moment she’d stepped foot on his property.
Stepping closer, her murmured, “Why don’t you tell me why you’re really here.”
“I wanted to try out some fantasies.” The lie came out easily enough. “I heard this was the place to do it.”
“You wouldn’t be that stupid.”
Not stupid enough to do that, but clearly stupid enough to try and break in and rob him blind.
“Don’t fuck with me, Renee,” he continued softly. “If that really is your name—which, I’ll find out before this evening is over.”
Shit. It was time to cut her losses and run. “I should probably leave.”
“Leave?” he mocked and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Our party is just beginning. In fact, let’s go somewhere a little more private to...talk. Shall we?”
Devon didn’t give her a chance to reply, but took her small hand in his and led them out of the room.
Even though he’d seen the flash of realization and panic in her eyes, she didn’t pull away. If anything, she ran to keep up with him as he took brisk strides throughout the house.
“Hello, I’m short,” she said tersely. “Meaning my legs are about half as long as yours. Could you please slow down a little?”
He cut his pace in half as they approached the sweeping spiral staircase that led to the second floor.
“Upstairs?” She stumbled.
“I require privacy and a bit more silence.” He looked back at her and arched a brow. “Is that a problem? Or should I place a call to the local law enforcement and have them sit in to chaperone?”
She visibly swallowed. “Uh, no. No problem.”
Once at the top, he paused, turning to face her again. Surprisingly, she wasn’t looking all that panicked, but more excited as her gaze drifted over the rooms on this floor. She was looking for something. Wanted access into one of these rooms.
The intuition that had been prickling in his gut only grew. Whatever her reasons for being here tonight, it wasn’t the bullshit excuse she’d tried to feed him about wanting to try out some fantasies.
Though maybe that had been added to her list after arrival.
As if unable to help herself, she turned away from him and moved to look over the railing at the party below. With the door open, they could stare down into the main room, where all the debauchery was ongoing.
“Taking a moment to enjoy the view?” Devon stepped close behind her.
She shivered and leaned back towards him, maybe consciously, maybe not.
Devon slid an arm around her waist and drew her fully back against him.
“The things you saw tonight. They aroused you, did they not?”
Her stomach clenched against his lightly tracing fingers.
“Of course not.”
A lie. He could read it easily enough, even if he hadn’t been keeping tabs on her.
“Really?” he murmured. “Look down there. Do you see the man and woman just inside the door?”
She didn’t reply, but he knew she looked at the erotic sight. The woman stood grasping a table, while the man knelt at her feet pressing his face between her legs.
“Don’t close your eyes, Renee.”
She gasped. “How did you—”
“Do you see how she grinds herself onto his face?” he asked mildly, sliding a hand upward to cup her breast through the corset.
She didn’t protest, but made a startled sigh of pleasure.
“Answer me.” He nuzzled her neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her.
He’d brought her up here to seduce her, no doubt about it, and afterward to question her. But the longer he held her close—the more he touched her—he forgot any motivation other than to find pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Do you see how he eats her like she’s made of candy?”
Beneath his palm her breast swelled with the sharp breath she drew in.
“Please...”
“Please what, Renee?” He had to touch her. He unhooked several of the fastenings on the front of her corset. “Please do the same to you?”
She gasped again. Whether from his words, or the fact that he’d delved his hand inside her corset to cup her breast—it didn’t matter.
He teased his fingers around her areolas, circling just outside of each nipple. But occasionally his fingertips brushed the hardening peaks, and his cock swelled in response. There was no doubt that she would feel it against her lower back.
Her head fell against his shoulder and she drew in an unsteady breath.
“Answer me.” Unable to resist any longer, he closed his fingers around her nipples and pinched with just enough pressure to make her cry out. “Shall I make you come with my mouth?”
“No.” She shook her head in denial. “I don’t... I’m not like this.”
“Not like what? Intrigued by the sensual things you see?” He kissed her neck. “Aroused by my touch? There is no shame in any of it.”
“I’m not.” It was another lie, breathy and almost reverent.
“Well doesn’t that leave me confused?” He released one of her breasts and trailed his fingers downward. A moment later he pushed his hand up her skirt to cup her sex through her panties. “Because you’re soaking wet, Renee.”
He pushed a finger—still covered by her panties—inside of her, and Renee gripped the railing even as her weight fell completely against him.
“I’ll bet you taste like fucking strawberries and champagne.” His voice cracked, his control rapidly slipping. “Let me taste you, Renee.”
He wanted her, and the intensity of that need might’ve been alarming if he’d stopped to analyze it. But he was too busy rubbing her clit now, playing her body like the violin he’d mastered as a youth.
“Renee?” he rasped, demanding her submission.
“Yes...” Her response was guttural. “I want—”
He didn’t let her finish, just swept her up into his arms and carried her down the hall.
She gripped the lapels on his tux, her eyes wide. “Are we going back downstairs?”
“No.” He kicked open the door to a bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. “I don’t share.”
Before she had a chance to protest—or change her mind —he dropped to his knees and pushed her skirt up around her waist.
“Such pretty panties, sweetheart.” He grabbed the silky fabric with both hands and tore them clean off her. “Remind me to buy you a new pair.”
He’d just ripped her panties off as if they were made of tissue paper.
Renee gave a strangled moan and closed her eyes. She had to be losing her mind. She wasn’t doing this, was she? Letting Devon Murray—a stranger with ties to her family history—go down on her?
Devon wedged his shoulders between her legs, spreading her thighs wide to him. And then, without giving her a moment to prepare, he nuzzled her sex.
Oh yes, she sure as hell was doing this. Nothing mattered right now. Nothing but this moment between them, and her startlingly intense response to Devon.
She stared at the man between her thighs through a pleasure-drugged gaze. She gripped the bedspread and caught her breath as he parted her folds and stared into her as if he was analyzing an expensive jewel. His fingers touched her gently, exploring and driving her mad with growing arousal.
“Very nice, sweetheart.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers.
She only had a second to notice the look of complete control in his expression, before he eased two fingers deep inside her. Her mouth opened on a silent cry as her insides clenched around the sensual invasion.
“So warm. Wet.” He pulled his fingers out, and then slid them back in. Again and again with a slow deliberate rhythm until she thought she would scream.
“Please.” She needed to feel his mouth on her. Unable to stop herself, she slipped her hands into his hair and lifted her hips in a silent request for more.
Devon gave a sexy, knowing laugh and then
lowered his head again between her legs. He nuzzled the curls there, before opening his mouth and sliding his tongue over her aching clit.
The ember of pleasure inside her exploded into a flame, searing through her blood and setting her on fire to his touch. She moaned and closed her eyes, as his tongue stroked hard over her sensitive bud, repeating the caress before taking it into his mouth and sucking.
“Oh God.”
He continued the maddening combo of sucking and penetrating, as she struggled to breathe. Her body was his toy to play with. Her mind a slave to the pleasure.
She arched off the bed, digging her nails into his scalp as she rocked against him.
So close. She was so close to the edge. And then when she was almost there his fingers and mouth abandoned her. She cried out sharply at the loss of contact, her whole body nearly in shock at the loss. And it was then that his tongue swept through her cleft, and thrust deep into her.
Her world exploded. Behind closed eyes lights flashed as her thighs trembled and clenched around him. Wave after wave of spasms took her until she lay bonelessly weak. Even then, Devon’s tongue still worked her body.
A small sob escaped her as her lashes fluttered up and she stared at the ceiling.
Reality was held at bay with his amazing tongue still teasing her. It wasn’t until his cell phone rang that the cloud of passion dissipated some to let in reality.
“I’ll kill whoever it is.” Devon released her and stood up, reaching into his tux jacket for his phone.
Renee stayed lying on the bed, listening to his curt conversation with the caller. So he would leave her for a moment. Leave her to the dismay and regret now seeping into her conscience.
He’d leave her...alone. Realization kicked in, and she forced herself to push aside what had just happened. This was the chance she was waiting for.
Once he was gone, she could sneak around the house. Look for the brooch.
He ended the call and stared down at her. “I’m going to have to go downstairs for a bit to settle a matter.”
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