“I can’t be like those women. I won’t.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.” He pulls out and adjusts my skirt back down my ass. I turn around as he’s tucking himself back in his pants.
“I’m not experienced or beautiful like them.”
“Dammit, Jensen.” He cups my face with his large hand. “Don’t you see? You’re nothing like them because you’re something so goddamn unique. I don’t even know how to define you. You drive me mad. You push all my buttons. You make me want to tie you up and discipline you until you learn to listen, yet I thrive off your rebellion. Your disobedience. I crave your mouth. Your wittiness. Your beauty.” He lowers his forehead to mine. “Being able to be the first and only one to show you what your body wants, craves—that’s what I want.”
Our bodies come together until we’re pressed up against the cold brick. He’s already hard against my stomach and I can’t help but rub my swollen clit against him. “You’re a fucking treasure, you know that?” His mouth is back over mine, kissing me brutally until I’m breathless and lost. “I don’t want you any other way. I want to teach you everything. Be the first to show you. Take you. Anything you feel, experience, I want it to be because I took you there. Made you feel it.” He grinds into me again. “Fuck, if I had to even think about anyone else touching you, I’d kill ‘em.” His hands are wild, traveling up my ribcage, cupping my breasts. I moan loudly, my tongue dancing around his.
“Damien.” His name a low whisper as my hands travel up into his scalp. I cup his head, needing him closer.
“You’re mine. You hear me? This body? Fucking mine. Perfect and pure. All mine to take. Own. Devour.” His fingers latch onto my nipple over my thin shirt, and he pinches hard enough to extract a small yelp from my lips. “The sounds you make, they make me so hard, I can fuck you again and again.” He releases his grip on me and goes back for my skirt.
“Wait,” I stop him, the look in his eyes primal. “We’re in an alley.”
He pauses, taking in our surroundings. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I just…I got carried away. Let’s go.” He grabs my hand and leads me to his car.
“Damien, wait. No.” He stops and looks at me. “I…I can’t go back there. To the club.” I can’t in fear of running into Sylvia. I don’t know what else she’s up to. I can’t see her there again.
“Fine. You’re right. We can get a hotel. Then, tomorrow, I’m going to fill you in on so many fucking things, okay?”
Confusion strikes me. I’m not sure what those words mean, but he looks like a plan is brewing. I nod, and he smiles, bringing his lips to mine for a quick kiss. “Good. Now, we have to hurry. I have so many plans to tell you about.”
“I NEED YOU TO KNOW I didn’t send you that letter.”
We’re lying in the most comfortable bed known to man at the Berkshire hotel, one of Chicago’s world class luxurious hotels. Damien brought us here after our very public fight and sexual outburst. He explained to me his original letter was to meet him at the planetarium.
I turn to him. “Well, I certainly didn’t send you a letter telling you to meet me in one of your porn rooms to whip me as you please.” What I saw still unsettles me…and what could have happened had I not walked in.
Damien pulls me to him and kisses my bare shoulder. “You’re not meant for those rooms,” he says, but his comment does nothing to soothe the painful memory.
“Then why did you go? You looked pretty content when I walked in. Would you have known—”
“Don’t even ask that. I would have known.”
“But how could—”
He places his finger over my lips and leans in, replacing the digit with his mouth. “I would have known. There’s not a single person who smells, tastes, and radiates beauty like you do.”
Okay. Fine. I’ll accept that answer if I have to.
“But Sylvia is beaut—”
“You are. In every single way.” He leans over me, pressing my back to the mattress. His lips touch mine, then travel down my neck to my breast. I wince as his tongue grazes my sore nipple. He was anything but gentle last night. The vibrations of his chuckle around my breast send a wave of sensations down my belly, awakening my entire body. My hands thread through his hair, and I close my eyes, enjoying the magic of his mouth.
“I don’t see how this is doing anything for you,” I hum, feeling a wetness build between my legs. “I’m not going to let you flog me or chain me up and choke me until I call you daddy.”
He nips at me, and I suck in a breath. “I’ve already flogged and tied you up. Not huge into choking, but feel free to call me daddy any time.”
Shit. He’s right. I’m making a failing attempt at convincing him I have no interest in his secret lifestyle. “Well then, don’t even think about anything else. I’m a good Catholic girl. I like to keep things old school. Ya know, traditional…” I stop talking because my tongue starts to malfunction. Two fingers thrust in and out of me. Shit, what was I saying?
“When I’m done with you, every part of you will belong to me.” Ahhh… I love when he adds finger number three. I’m so turned on, I’m almost embarrassed. “You will learn to love everything I do to you.” He pulls out, smearing my juices along my slit. They continue back further than normal, and I quickly squirm.”
He’s about to fill me once again, but this time, I stop him. “Damien, wait. We need to talk about something before we go any further. I need to know what we’re doing here. What about the contract?”
His hand halts at my entrance, and he sits up nervously. My stomach plummets. I feel like right now we’re in such a perfect place, but it’s nowhere near perfect with the contract hanging over us. God, please say something soon before I—
“I never planned on holding you to the contract.”
“But wait, you said—”
“I said a lot of things. Forced you to know who was in charge. I couldn’t allow you to think I was some weak schoolboy falling for the innocent little smart mouth girl.” He pauses for a few seconds. “I knew right away the contract meant nothing to me. Knew exactly when the thirty days was over. I kept quiet because I was afraid you’d walk away once it expired. I trapped you in this relationship, I didn’t know where you stood. I also couldn’t risk you leaving me just when I was starting to get a taste of something good.”
Okay, I did not expect this response. “I wouldn’t have left.”
“And I wouldn’t have let you. What we have, it’s not due to that contract. If I could take it back and start over with you, I would. But if that’s how I had to get you in my bed, then I wouldn’t have done anything differently.”
A sense of relief washes over me. Knowing everything we’ve experienced isn’t based on an arrangement fills me with such hope for our future. And the way he’s looking down at me reassures me we have just that.
“We good now, baby?” His soft smile sets off butterflies in my stomach.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“Good. Now relax, pet. You’re in for a real treat…”
Twenty-four hours later…
“If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?” Damien asks, giving me the world’s most amazing massage. I’m lying on my stomach as he caresses my lower back with his hands, using his lips every so often on my skin as a special treat.
“I’d go to Rome. Be the basic tourist and tour the colosseum, Vatican, Piazza. Spend any time I could in Florence and Venice, which probably wouldn’t be much with my pocketbook, but then I’d disappear off the grid. Find a small town in the southern part of Rome and study art. Take as many photos as I can. Eat till I explode and have to come back home.”
“And what would you do if you didn’t have to return home? If you could stay as long as your heart desired?” he asks, kneading my butt cheeks.
“Ummm….” Did I mention we were naked and his hard-on is poking me in the butt? “I’m not sure…” God, he has magical hands. They lower just below my butt cheeks and I know I’m in trou
ble. “What’s with the inquiries? You going somewhere? Need travel advice?”
His hands dig into my thighs and massage deep into my muscles. It feels absolutely wonderful after the position he got me into last night. The body sure is flexible.
“No, but soon. The club will be sold, and I’ll be free.” I lift my head to catch his eyes, then attempt to flip over because this is big news, but he doesn’t allow it. “Not a chance. I’m not done with you.”
“So, the sale is really happening? You’re just going to walk away?”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. Yes, I’m done. In two weeks, it’ll be out of my hands and I’ll be free to live my life the way I’ve always wanted. And it’s because of you.”
I now fight to turn around, needing to see him. “I looked at some numbers. I don’t even think they were accurate. Don’t make it because of me—ouch!”
He slaps my ass and maneuvers me back onto my stomach. “What have I told you about listening?” He caresses my stinging butt cheek.
“To listen? I don’t know, but for real…don’t do it on my—ouch! Dammit.”
Another smack, and this time, my legs open and he adjusts himself to where I want him to be. “It’s happening. You’ve given me the power I need to make decisions—moves I would have never made if I hadn’t met a beautiful, talented girl. I see myself in you—see what I could be with you next to me.”
“You mean under you?” I say, because it’s either be sarcastic or cry, his words touched me in so many ways.
“Take it as you will, pet. Can we finish your massage now?” he asks, pushing just past the brink of my opening. I don’t say another word, but smile, knowing I’m about to get myself a happy ending as he thrusts into me.
God, I love his massages.
Two days later…
Damien
“I dread having to see them in class.”
“Who?” I ask, sliding my tongue down her breastbone. Her skin is smooth as silk and I can’t get enough of it.
“Sylvia and her gang,” she replies, followed by a sad sigh.
The name makes me cringe. Any mention of that little twit sends a fireball of anger up my spine. My blood instantly boils. If I could snap her little neck and get away with it, I would.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of her.” I drop down to her taut belly when her fingers tangle into my hair, brushing against my scalp.
“Wait. What do you plan on doing?”
Ruining her entire being. She won’t get away with what she’s done. “I just plan on having lunch with the dean of the university. He’s a close friend of mine, not to mention a member, and I plan on having a friendly conversation about a student who attends his college.”
She throws me off her and sits up. She’s so damn sexy when she pouts. “Nooooo way. You’re just gonna make it worse for me. You don’t get it. She’s vile. She’ll find a way to—”
I’m back in her personal space, putting my finger over her cute swollen lips. The quick flashback of them around my cock earlier has me swelling in my briefs. “No one fucks with what’s mine. Better get used to it.”
“Yeah, but—”
“No one.” I get back down to business and jerk her hips forward, making her fall back on the mattress. I place my mouth over her naked flesh, my tongue stroking her clit. She’s beautiful. Everywhere. I lick at her already building juices as my cock jolts at the thought of being so far inside her. I shove my tongue inside her cunt just as my phone alerts me to a text.
My spine stiffens.
The notification sound is the one I set for Kade. I left him in charge of the club and told him to contact me only if there was trouble. Jensen’s little moans distract me, and I ignore the text. My thick finger finds her entrance, and I begin to tease her. Every sound she makes turns my cock to stone. I’m so hard, I doubt I’ll get much farther before I’m shoving myself inside her. I take two fingers and slide them—
Ding.
“Fuck.”
“What, is everything okay?”
I take a quick nip at her sweet cunt and pull away. “Yeah, gotta check that. It’s about the club and might be important.” I sit up, regretting my decision the moment I catch Jensen’s glossed over eyes. They’re filled with lust, my little naughty pet. Kade better have a damn good reason for interrupting me or he’s gone.
I get up and search for my phone, making sure my dick doesn’t knock anything over in the process. Fuck, I should just fuck her first. Grabbing it off the TV stand, I look at the message.
Kade: We have a problem.
His second text is an attachment. A few snapshots of Fredrick and Patricia. What the fuck are they up to? I zoom in to see there’s a third person with them. I hit call. “What the fuck is this? When were these taken?”
“About twenty minutes ago,” Kade replies. “And it doesn’t look good. They’re up to something. I know the guy to the right. He’s a heavy hitter in the real estate industry. But not the legal kind. If they’re meeting with him, they’re planning to strong-arm a sale. And by strong-arm, I mean do whatever possible to get what they want.”
That son of a bitch.
I look at the time. It’s well past one in the morning. “Are they still there?” I ask, walking and grabbing my slacks.
“Yeah, they’re sittin’ tight.”
I throw my legs into my pants and grab for my shirt. “Do they suspect anything?”
“That I’ve notified you? Nah. I had a chick hand me my phone, so it looked like I was giving directions to someone. Which means I gotta drop off here quickly.”
“I’m on my way in. Let me know if they leave.” I hang up and shove my arms into my shirt. The sale of the club happens in less than two weeks. Everything is in place. What the fuck are they up to? They clearly want me to know by meeting at my club. Fredrick knows how it works. My employees are trained to notify me of anything suspicious. This meeting would be no different. They want me to know.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing. An issue at the club I need to attend to.”
“I thought you had it taken care of?”
I did, until Fredrick thought he could overpower me. I should have cut ties with him years ago. Thinking I owed him for his dedication to my father was a mistake. He should have walked away and stayed away. Now, I won’t hesitate to destroy him. “I did too. I won’t be long. I need you to sit tight. Don’t even think about putting any clothes on until I return. When you get hungry, order room service.”
I lean over and kiss her lips.
“Food sounds tasty. Not sure about answering the door naked, though.”
Jealousy flares inside me. The thought of anyone else seeing her naked body makes me want to explode and kill someone. “Fuck room service. I’ll be back before you get hungry.” She laughs, and I give her another quick kiss before I walk out.
I call the valet on my way down. Fredrick better be ready for the storm brewing inside me. If he thinks he’s going to take Exquisite from me, then he has another thing coming. The goons he’s hired don’t scare me.
I climb into my car and speed off, ready to put an end to this all.
No one fucks with me, or my girl.
My girl.
That thought empowers me. She may be a bad fucking mistake, but there’s no way she’s leaving my side. She’s changed me. I know there’s so much shit to work out. She’s so young. God, she’s too young. There’s a small pinch in my gut. The little warning that tries to tell me she’s too good for a man like me. She has her entire life ahead of her. I should fucking walk away.
But I won’t.
She’s so embedded in me, I would fight her even if she tried to leave. The last image of her lying in bed, beautiful and naked for me…I should just let Fredrick do his worst and go back to her. My gut tells me to turn around. With everything that’s happening I shouldn’t leave her alone. I swear if anyone touches her, I’ll put them six feet under.
The traffi
c is light this early in the morning, so I whip through the dark streets as I make my way to Exquisite. Taking a sharp turn down Madison, my phone dings, indicating a text from Kade.
Kade: Had the waitress snap a pic of the documents on the table. You might be interested in them.
I look down, and the attached photo almost has me slamming into the vehicle in front of me. It’s the contract to Exquisite I left on my desk, but between the stacks of papers, is a photo of Jensen standing outside a school building.
“What the fuck…?”
My defenses go up instantly. I’m suddenly on high alert. I quickly dial Jensen’s number, but it goes to voicemail. “Fuck.” I hang up and redial, getting the same thing. I shouldn’t have left her. Unease settles in, and I pull a quick U-turn and head back to the hotel. I throw my car in park for the valet, jump out, and run inside. I call Jensen again, and hang up when her voicemail sounds.
“Goddammit.” She better be taking a shower, or sleeping, or fucking meditating, I don’t give a shit. She just better be okay. Dark thoughts swirl through my mind, and I try to talk myself down, convince myself she’s just in the shower. When I get to that room and see her, I’m going to take my hand to her sweet ass for making me worry.
I get to our floor and swipe the key past the lock, then push through the door. “Jensen!” I yell, but my words die off at the scene before me. The room is trashed. “Jensen!” I race into the bathroom, but she’s not there. The chaise is laying on its side and there’s glass shattered all over the room. There was a struggle. My heart beats out of my chest as I search for—shit, I can’t even think it. Fuck. I search for any sign of foul play. Blood. The panic inside me builds until I’m shaking uncontrollably.
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