Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  “David!” She cried out his name like a plea, a beg, loaded with fear and desire.

  He wanted to reassure her, but all he managed was hisses and growls as she lowered again, reaching fucking bottom.

  His head fell back with a buzzing dizziness as he struggled to catch his breath, looking down. “I’m buried inside your beautiful body.”

  “Oh God,” she said, her mouth a perfect oval of non-stop moans.

  “Touch your fucking pussy,” David seethed, fighting not to grab her hips and grind her onto the head of his cock.

  Her fingers lowered, and he watched them swirl over her clit with a practiced ease, making his cock pulsate. “Yes,” she whispered, lifting up slowly, rubbing herself.

  “Fuck me, baby,” he gushed, holding her hips while hanging on by a thread of control. “I need to fuck you.”

  “Fuck me,” she shot out, rubbing herself. “Do it, do it.”

  The sound of her approaching orgasm was the green light he couldn’t deny. Gripping tight to her waist, he flicked his hips, making her bounce on his cock, detonating sharp virgin screams that did him in, did him right fucking in. He held her hips in a death grip and fucked her till her tits jerked from the vicious force.

  She let out a scream then sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as David bucked in a frenzy. The sight of her riding him—a rabid bull breaking her sweet body—brought the most ruthless orgasm he’d ever had, all while she drew blood on his shoulders with her nails.

  Soon, David’s brain and body oozed with the aftershocks of pleasure, his head spinning. “Fucking Christ,” he whispered out of breath, leaning to capture her body in his. The feel of her in his arms, all of her, brought another mind-blowing reveal about their first-fuck-casualties.

  Easily, it was the worst wreckage he’d ever witnessed, and it might have been funny if he weren’t the victim. The great stallion of casual fucks splattered to kingdom come in a million unrecoverable pieces.

  Her moans dwindled to sounds of astonishment as she wrapped her arms around his head putting David’s face in her breasts.

  “So perfect,” he whispered, filling his mouth with one then the other, bringing curious sounds to her lingering moans. All his revelations in the past hour gave way to a sudden, urgent hunger. “I want to eat you,” he rasped. Your pussy, I want to fuck your pussy, I want to fuck your ass. Oh God, your ass. I want to spank your gorgeous fucking ass.”

  She sucked in a breath when she felt his cock harden inside her.

  “After you bathe and rest. I’m going to make you come over and over, while I punish you for making me crazy for you.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I want that so much.”

  CHAPTER NINE

  Lizzy shut the bathroom door, trembling in… in sheer… sheer something. Something she’d never felt before. Holy moley, it had her shaking like a dead leaf! No, not dead, alive. Very alive. She turned and put her back against the bathroom door. So alive, so very alive.

  Shower. Clean. So he could… ‘I want to fuck you harder than you’ve ever imagined being fucked’.

  She was going to faint.

  She hurried to the shower only to freeze at her reflection in the mirror. Holy mother of batshit! She looked like a crack whore!

  Her purse. Her makeup.

  She tiptoed back to the door and listened, turning the knob slowly to open it. Peeking her head out, she glanced around, finding the room empty. A step put her in reach of the bathrobe, and she snatched it from the hook and slipped it on.

  A short search for her purse ended abruptly. It was in her office.

  Making her way to the door, again she slowly opened it and peeked out before running stealthily across the cool marble floor to her desk. She froze at hearing David’s voice, then took three steps to the wall, putting her ear against it. Was somebody in there with him?

  “You owe me.”

  Silence. Then laughter. His laughter.

  “She’s showering now. I’m about to seal the deal.”

  Her stomach clenched with a sudden hammering in her chest and head.

  More laughter. “Of course you’re not fired, I just told her that. Finish your vacation while knowing your gorgeous sexy ass owes me.”

  She slammed a hand over her mouth to catch her gasp as pain and fear hammered her in the stomach. “I know, I know, Master of seduction,” he muttered. “I hope you’ve been doing your homework. Sure. You’re as much a slut as I am. Speaking of, will you be bringing me back a souvenir?” Laughter. “A dildo, you’re funny.” Laugh, laugh, laugh. “I’ll take it out of your commission. How’s that edit coming? Good. I want to release that one…”

  The rest of his words turned garbled in the sudden panic whooshing in her head.

  He’d set her up.

  He’d set her up.

  Like an emergency button being slammed in her head, dread rushed in and her eyes darted around, looking blindly for escape. There was only one way out of the building. The elevator. She had to get to it. She had to get out of there. She had to get out of there, she had to get away.

  Why? Oh God, why? Why would he do this? Why did he set her up?

  Sickness churned in her stomach as she hurried back to the room and shut herself in, looking around. She needed to get out. She needed to get out!

  ****

  A sound alerted David, and he glanced behind him. “I gotta go, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” David returned the kissy noise Lisa gave, smiling before heading to check on Lizzy.

  The second he turned, his gut tensed. The door to her office was slightly open. He was pretty sure he’d shut it. Hurrying quietly to it, he paused and listened for any sound. The silence didn’t set him at ease, and he hurried through, looking around the office before going to the suite door. The running shower reached his ears and his muscles loosened slightly as he made his way to the bathroom.

  “Nearly done?” he called, waiting a moment. “Lizzy?” Opening the door, he stared at the empty shower, alarm sending his pulse racing. He looked around the bathroom before spinning to search the small apartment. “Lizzy?” he called, losing the fight to remain calm as he headed back to the office. The notion she’d overheard his phone conversation had him flying through the doors before coming to a stop in his front office. The elevator was… fucking going down.

  David bolted for his control room and found the elevator camera. God dammit! He slammed his hand on the button, bringing it to a sudden stop while staring at Lizzy’s tear-streaked, panicked face, looking around and banging all the buttons.

  Shit, fuck!

  He closed his eyes for a few seconds, hand hovered over the control that would return the elevator to his floor. No, he wouldn’t do that. Hurrying to his office, he grabbed his cell from the top drawer then returned to the control room, dialing her phone.

  She paused her frantic search for escape and dug in her purse, pulling out her cell. “Pick it up, sweetheart,” he muttered as she stared at the screen with a crimped forehead. To see her in pain brought a sickness to his stomach and rage that he’d caused it. She pressed the button, then he realized she’d ended the call. He dialed it again and stared at the frantic teary eyes back to searching for escape.

  She finally pressed the talk button and David inquired with nonchalant curiosity, “Where are you?”

  She licked her lips and closed her eyes. “I’m leaving.”

  “Why?” The question sounded dry to his ears, but he didn’t attempt to correct it as he watched her face turn hard.

  “You should ask your editor.”

  “Ah,” he said, his heart skittering. “You heard that, did you?”

  “Oh, I did.” She began pacing before pressing more buttons and looking around.

  “Where are you now?”

  “I’m… on my way home. I quit, obviously.”

  His stomach tensed when she covered her mouth and stifled a sob. Oddly, the need to fuck her senseless overcame him, anything to take away that pain and replace it wi
th unconditional, mind-blowing pleasure.

  “You can’t quit, we have an agreement,” he reminded her, unable to apologize.

  She paused with her mouth hanging open, head shaking. “Ohhh, you are some piece of work, aren’t you? What am I? Number what? How many other women have you hired under this sick pretense?”

  “Zero.”

  “Except your kissy-kissy editor?”

  David fought a childish need to smile, liking her jealousy. Needing it, even. “She’s my sister.”

  Her face crimped with disgusted offense. “Ohhhh, suuuuuuuuure she is.”

  David was sure he’d never convince her of that now and wouldn’t try. “You don’t like the idea of me kissing another woman?”

  She gave an incredulous look at the air then gasped. “Are you seriously asking that? Mr. Romantic Erotica?”

  He smiled this time. “So that’s a yes, you don’t like me kissing another woman.”

  “I don’t care who you kiss! Just so it’s not me. Ever!”

  He had another one of his revelations that had him ready to kill for it. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

  “And you can damn well bank on that you never will.” She resumed pacing with that. “I can’t believe you did this! You made a bet to get me in bed? How could you do that?” she squealed. “Oh God, don’t answer that.” She shook her head, holding a hand over her eyes.

  David was curiously aroused with her reactions even as he wanted to shoot himself in the kneecap for hurting her. “Where will you go? What will you do?” he asked, wanting to see where her head was.

  “Home!” she exclaimed with wide eyes.

  “Where will you work?”

  “Anywhere but with you. You don’t even need an editor!” she growled.

  “I technically could use five more, but yes, I want you for more than that.”

  She choked out sounds, her face pinching in anger. “You wanted me just to have sex!? And edit!?” she yelled, jabbing her finger at his invisible presence. “You will pay for that one,” she heatedly promised, making his dick harder.

  “How?” He suddenly wanted nothing more than to fight with her, realizing it held more pleasure possibilities than he’d ever considered.

  “As if I’d tell you,” she said, her face crimping again, but with fury.

  “What if I let you?”

  “Let me what?”

  “Punish me. You decide what you want to do, and I’ll let you.”

  “I should kiss a man in front of you and see how you like that.”

  David saw red briefly, his smile vanishing. “Anything but that.”

  “Ohhhhh,” she said, her brows raised. “Does Mr. David not like the idea of me kissing another man? Maybe I can… have sex with him too, I can… do… oral… stuff…”

  Even as rage gripped him at the idea, her inability to voice the sex words made him need to have her in that exact way he just had. “I hate to break it to you, Princess, but your lips belong to my cock. Your pussy, that is still soaked with my cum, belongs on my cock.”

  David watched her face, and at signs of arousal he hit the button on the elevator, allowing it to go down.

  “Come back,” he said, his voice softer. “I need to talk to you.”

  “For what? There’s nothing to talk about!” She looked at her phone then put it back to her ear. “Hold on.” She swiped her finger over the screen. She’d said hold on and that meant he still had plenty of chances with her.

  “Tyler?” she whispered, putting a finger in her other ear. “Thank God you called. I’m stuck.”

  David’s smile slowly dissipated as he listened to the one-sided convo with this Tyler, trying to recall that name.

  “I’m in an elevator, I’m… I’m headed home. Where are you? No, you don’t need to do that, I can walk to the bus stop.” She shook her head. “I can’t talk about it.” Tears and a hard headshake. “No, I… Okay, I’ll meet you at the coffee shop by my house.”

  David hit the stop button on the elevator.

  “Shit,” she hissed, looking around, pressing the buttons. “The hell is wrong with this elevator, it keeps stopping. Oh God, it’s going back up, no, no, no!”

  He watched her look up and all around, considering his next move. How far was he willing to go to keep her?

  “I don’t know the name of this place!” she cried. “He’s a writer. His name is… Jack. Jack Raze. No, don’t come, I’m fine! Yes, I’m fine. I’m fine now, please just… leave me alone!”

  CHAPTER TEN

  Lizzy watched the numbers climb to his floor, her heart trying to beat out of her chest. What was happening, what was he going to do? Who was he, really? What did he really want with her, why did he hire her? Who was that woman on the phone? No way in hell was she his sister. Was she even an editor?

  She fought for more anger, needing it to push down her steadily rising fears. That bastard used her. Had sex with her as if it was some… some game with that… woman! What kind of deranged stuff was he into?

  She clutched her purse to her chest when the elevator came to a stop. The door opened to… nothing. She took a couple of steps forward, peering left and right. Where was he?

  She scurried back in the elevator and pressed the button repeatedly, hoping it was just glitching. When the doors didn’t budge, she pulled out her phone and dialed his number.

  “Yes?” he answered.

  She held the phone off her ear, hoping to hear where he was. “Where are you?”

  “Why are you whispering?”

  “I’m…” she fought to think of what to say, to make her words enter her brain in the right order. “I’m here, what do you want?”

  “I want you.”

  Even with her fears and anger, those hot words and his tone, and the memory of what he’d done, rendered her stupid. She swallowed, unable to speak.

  “Come back to the room. I need to talk to you.”

  “A-about what?” She hated how fragile her words sounded.

  “About everything. About why I lied to you. About what I want with you. Really want with you.”

  “H-how… could I even believe you?”

  She took a few steps into the office, and the elevator doors closed behind her.

  “I don’t know how.” The sincerity and frustration in his words added to her inability to focus. Her mind wanted to trust him so badly while also screaming run. “Just… tell me now.”

  “I need to see you while I talk to you.”

  God, she knew what that meant. She’d be stuck in his… sex allure, like an insect in glue. “Where are you?”

  “In the room, waiting for you.”

  “I’m not going there,” she said, shaking her head. If he got her in there, she’d be lost to his games.

  “I’ll come to you.”

  His tone said it didn’t matter where she was, he was still going to steal her control, steal her everything. And like a trapped animal, she did nothing but stand there and wait for it, imprisoned in her own incompetence.

  The second he walked through the door, it hit her. It wasn’t her inadequacy that had imprisoned her, it was him. The shirtless, demi-god in tight black briefs with the delicious, hard muscles covered in lick-able, caramel skin. The great seducer of desperate women who gave their soul to have one moment with him. A moment that opened the floodgates of eternal need and hunger that only he could fill. That was her, and she could only stare like a dummy while knowing she was likely one of a hundred others. But with every step he took toward her, the number of bimbos he’d bamboozled dwindled down to only one. Her. And when he towered before her, looking at her like she was everything he’d ever wanted or would ever need, she believed it with all her bimbo heart. She was lucky number five thousand fifty, given how impossibly gorgeous he was, and she could never be happier about anything.

  She was done for.

  “Before I say anything,” he murmured, “I need to do just one thing.”

  His hot gaze roamed ov
er her face before locking onto her mouth. Oh dear God. Her lips parted as she fought for more air, realizing what he was about to do. Sweet Jesus, her pores wept in anticipation, she just needed to touch him and everything wouldn’t matter.

  He brushed his fingers over her cheeks, making her legs tremble. His hands lowered and slid along her sides, before becoming firm and pulling her into his smoldering, hard body.

  “Oh God,” she cried, his hard cock pressing against her stomach. One large hand splayed over her entire butt, holding her tight to him and the other stroked along her jaw, tilting her face up more. Panting with small moans, she stared at him, praying she’d just faint and be spared the shame of her end.

  His thumb slid across her lips, bringing her desperate cry that he answered with a harsh groan. He pressed her butt harder and gripped her jaw with those long fingers, long hot fingers that held with a possession.

  Finally, finally his hot mouth covered hers and she couldn’t stop from filling it with a sharp gasp of ecstasy. He answered with his own breaths blasting as his tongue made wicked, urgent love to hers.

  She gave in, gave up, ready to have every bit of him he’d give and then take away, it didn’t matter. His tongue lashed across hers, punishing, before he dove to her neck. He sucked with such an intensity it drew louder moans as she raked her nails over his skin.

  He pulled up with shuddered breaths, stroking her face with his hand as he stared into her eyes. “Now I’ve kissed you.” He again touched her parted, swollen lips before sweeping her right off her feet to hold her in his arms. “I’m taking you back to my room,” he whispered, not moving from where he stood.

  “Yes,” she nodded, thinking he’d just asked her if she wanted that.

  He claimed her mouth again as he hurried with her, groaning when she fought to taste him back. “I have to have you,” she confessed, needing to tell him. “I want you.”

  “You have me,” he gushed in her mouth.

  The world spun, and she was on her back, softness beneath her with his steaming body covering her, rough fingers jerking at her clothes, lips and tongue back to drowning her.