Dirty Devil

by Jackie Ashenden

  For a second neither of us moved and I could hear my own accelerated breathing, loud and fast. His gaze ran over me, the heat climbing, becoming molten.

  Then he got onto the bed with all the lithe grace of a panther, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and taking me back down onto the mattress, pinning me beneath him, his body hot as a furnace.

  Shivering, I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching into him, desperate to get close. I’d forgotten about the necklace, about my client, about Mr Chen. About staying unnoticed and unseen. About keeping him from asking questions I didn’t want to answer.

  All that was important was the contact of his body against mine and how, the more he touched me, the less like a ghost I felt. As if he was drawing me into the world and making me a part of it.

  Perhaps I should have found that scary, but I didn’t. Right now, right here, I craved it.

  He kissed me, lightly at first, teasing and seductive, biting and nipping, before deepening the kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth as his body pressed me down onto the cool sheets.

  He’d taken control completely, and I didn’t care as I slid my hands down his back, glorying in the steel beneath his skin, the lithe power of his body and all that leashed, coiled strength.

  God, he was so hot.

  I tightened my legs around him, rubbing up against the hard ridge that pressed between my thighs, feeling the metal of the ring in his cock scrape deliciously over my sensitive skin. I groaned at the sensation while he gave a low, breathless laugh. ‘Greedy girl,’ he murmured against my neck. ‘Stop that.’

  ‘Why?’ I tried to do it again, but he held me down.

  ‘Because if you don’t stop rubbing that gorgeous pussy all over me this’ll be over before we even get started.’ He gripped me then rolled us both over, so he was lying on his back and I was on top of him. Then he pushed himself up the bed until he was leaning against the headboard, long and muscular, bronze skin and coloured ink. A big, powerful sexy man, tattooed and gorgeous.

  I leaned forward, my palms on his hot chest, tilting my hips against the steel bar of his cock pressed between us. ‘Come on,’ I ordered, unable to contain my frustration. ‘I want you.’

  His smile ignited something demanding deep inside me. ‘I love that you’re so into me, Sugar. But I’m in charge remember? And right now, I just want to look at you.’

  ‘What? Again?’

  He laughed and a flush of pleasure rose the length of my body, making my growing frustration even worse. ‘Yes, again.’

  It was weird, feeling this impatient, given patience was one of the things I’d learned early on in my line of work. Watching and waiting was part of a successful mission.

  Yet I didn’t want to watch and wait now. I wanted him to get on with it.

  ‘Please,’ I murmured, brushing my lips against his.

  ‘Patience.’ Keeping one hand on my hip, he leaned over to the bedside table, rummaging around in it. Drawing out a handful of small colourful packets, he straightened up and held them out in his palm. ‘Pick a colour.’

  They were condoms. Obviously.

  My hand shook as I picked out a blue one at random and he dumped the rest on the bed beside us. Then he made me sit down across his thighs as he lay back, ripping open the packet and taking out the condom.

  I watched, fascinated, as he deftly rolled the latex over his cock and the piercing, and my half-formed fears of it somehow tearing the condom died a death. He knew what he was doing; of course he did.

  Once that was done, he stared at me and this time he didn’t smile. His eyes were molten and there was a tightness to his jaw.

  Something gathered in the air between us, a tense, burning thing.

  ‘Ready?’ Threads of darkness ran through his beautiful voice, quicksilver glinting in his gaze.

  ‘Yes,’ I said aloud, my voice so thick, it didn’t even sound like mine.

  He urged me close, gripping his cock in one hand, and then he was nudging the entrance to my body. I shivered, my breath catching. His face was inches from mine, the look in his eyes shockingly intense.

  I trembled, my body tensing despite my best intentions, waiting for the thrust. But it didn’t come. Instead, he rubbed the head of his dick through the folds of my sex, a gentle sliding sensation that made me gasp. I could feel the metal of the ring pressing lightly against my clit, the hardness of it striking sparks of intense pleasure along every nerve-ending I had.

  ‘Oh... God...’ I breathed shakily, curling my fingers into the firm muscle of his chest. ‘What...are you doing?’

  He put a hand on my hip, holding me down. ‘Getting you off.’

  ‘I know but...’ The ring pressed lightly on my clit again and I jerked, gasping, electric pleasure searing me. ‘I want... I want...’

  ‘What do you want?’ He growled the words, demanding. ‘Tell me.’

  I was panting again, unable to stop, my hips moving against his hold as he tormented me, the heat of his body and the musky scent of fully aroused male like a drug. ‘You,’ I gasped. ‘I want you.’

  ‘Then take me.’ The molten silver of his eyes held me fast. ‘Put my dick inside you.’

  I didn’t think about how I hadn’t done this before. I didn’t even think about how I was going to hide my inexperience from him. Operating entirely on instinct, I reached down, sliding my fingers around his thick shaft, then I positioned myself and guided him into me without any hesitation at all.

  It didn’t hurt. It didn’t even sting. There was just an intense stretching sensation and an unfamiliar feeling of fullness that had me panting and trembling uncontrollably. Were all men this big or was it just him?

  His jaw was tight, the glitter of his eyes like silver flames. ‘You okay?’

  ‘Uh...yeah...’ I managed to force out.

  ‘Good.’ His hand on my hip gentled and he slid his other hand to the small of my back, pressing lightly, encouraging me to arch my spine. ‘Take me deeper, Sugar.’

  And I did, groaning at the intensity of the sensation. When I was finally sitting down on him, his cock deep inside me, all I could do was sit there shaking, my hands pressed to his chest, trying to breathe through the pressure.

  His body was tense and I knew he was holding himself back. But he didn’t move. Instead, he stroked my back with one of his warm hands, up and down, while with the other he cupped my breast, circling his thumb over my nipple, gently teasing it.

  The combination of soothing strokes and white-hot bursts of pleasure was confusing yet erotic as hell. And I found myself forgetting about the pressure of him inside me, leaning back and arching into his hand.

  He pinched my nipple lightly and I gasped, flexing my hips, wanting to move, but he remained still, stroking my back unhurriedly as he toyed with my breast.

  ‘You...c-can move now,’ I stuttered breathlessly. ‘Please.’

  ‘Not yet.’ His voice was full of lazy heat, as if he could sit there doing this all night. ‘Remember who’s in charge.’

  ‘But I—’

  ‘I know. I want to get you off again first.’

  ‘You already did before.’

  ‘So?’ He pinched my nipple again, harder, making me groan. ‘One orgasm doesn’t make an orgy. A woman gets to come as many times as she likes; that’s your super-power. And it’s a fucking crime to waste it.’

  I stared up at him, exquisitely conscious of him stretched long and thick inside me. Of his body like a furnace against me, smooth skin, hard muscle and iron strength. His gaze searched mine, looking at me as though I was a new language he wanted to learn or a puzzle he wanted to solve.

  I liked that, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

  Still staring at me, he dropped his hand from my breast down to where we were joined, stroking my clit lightly with one finger. I shook as the pleasure of it licked up my spine
, and the hand he had in the small of my back firmed, keeping me there. Then he took one of my hands from his chest and drew it down between us. ‘Put my fingers on your clit. Show me how you like it.’

  I was shaking now, unable to think. All I wanted was more of what he’d already given me, so I took his hand and put those warm fingers on my sex, the pressure against my clit. And I showed him, rubbing up and down lightly, tantalisingly, letting the pleasure flood through me.

  He didn’t take his gaze from mine as I used his fingers, watching me with such focus it felt as though I was at the centre of his universe. That nothing was more important for him right now than what I was showing him.

  ‘Fuck, you’re hot,’ he murmured in that dark, purring voice. ‘Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you come again.’

  I could feel his body beneath mine tensing up, but he didn’t move, continuing to hold himself back. And I wanted to push him, drive him as crazy as he was driving me, so I pressed his fingers to my slippery flesh, showing him how I liked it, hard then soft, light then firm, drawing it out until I was gasping and trembling.

  ‘Come all over my fingers, Sugar,’ he whispered. ‘Do it.’

  And I did, my control slipping away, the pleasure washing over me, a deep, strong wave that had me moaning, holding his fingers hard against me as the orgasm caught me up and held me fast.

  I was still shuddering through it when he wrapped an arm around my waist and turned us over, so I was lying beneath him and he was still buried deep inside me.

  ‘I’m going to fuck you now.’ He leaned over me. ‘If it gets too much, tell me to stop.’

  ‘Okay,’ I croaked, the breath going out of my lungs as his weight settled on me. But, God, he felt good. He was big and hot inside me, and over me too.

  Putting one hand on my hip to keep me in place, he reached up with the other and gripped the ornate wooden headboard. Then he drew his hips back in a long, slow glide before pushing forward, again long and slow, using the headboard as leverage.

  I gasped and shuddered at the sensation, the aftershocks I was already feeling intensifying, spilling over into yet more, almost unbearable, pleasure.

  He thrust again, looking down at me as he moved, his biceps flexing as he gripped the headboard. Going deeper, harder.

  ‘Yes,’ I whispered raggedly. ‘Yes... God...’

  His eyes were pure silver and he wasn’t smiling now, his jaw tight, the expression on his face burning.

  I stared back, unable to look away as the pleasure rolled over me, irresistible, unstoppable. The pressure in combination with the intense way he was looking at me was agonising, yet I didn’t want him to stop.

  I never wanted him to stop.

  I put my hands on his lean hips, his skin hot under my palms, and arched my spine, moving with him, watching the pleasure burn in his eyes.

  ‘Look at you,’ he purred like a big, lazy cat. ‘Look at you, all beautiful and perfect.’ He drove inside me harder, deeper, searching my face, looking at me as if I was a fabulous new piece of jewellery he wanted to acquire. ‘Who are you? Give me your name.’

  I groaned, arching beneath him as another climax threatened. Another one; God! What was this man doing to me?

  He adjusted his angle slightly, as if he knew exactly what was going through my head, and suddenly I was shaking and gasping as the pleasure exploded through my body without warning.

  He let go of the headboard and gathered me up in his arms, holding me as I shuddered, my face turned into his neck. ‘Thea,’ I said hoarsely against his skin, giving him a gift for all the pleasure he’d given me. ‘My name is Thea.’

  His arms around me tightened and he thrust once more, hard and deep, and groaned into my hair, his big body shuddering as the orgasm came for him too. ‘Hi, Thea,’ he whispered after a moment, his voice ragged. ‘I’m Damian.’

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Damian

  ‘ANY SECURITY ISSUES from last night? Clarence mentioned something about a waitress.’ Everett sounded impatient. ‘Quickly. I gotta flight to catch.’

  I was standing on the terrace, scowling at the detritus from last night’s party: empty glasses and plates strewn everywhere, a glittery high heel on top of the pool diving board, someone’s boxers shoved under one of the outdoor couches and various other clothes lying discarded on the tiles. There seemed to be a spray of glitter with a balloon lying in the middle of it near the pool. Fuck, if any had got in the water, there’d be hell to pay.

  ‘I dealt with it.’ I gripped my phone and turned around, staring at the view of Kowloon stretched out before me instead, the scents of rain and pollution, flowers and garbage hanging in the sticky, humid air. ‘And if you have a flight to catch, why the hell are you calling me?’

  ‘Because it’s important,’ Everett growled. ‘In fact, you of all people should know how important it is.’

  Yeah, I did. Coming from the backgrounds we did—none of us had had easy childhoods—security was always going to be vital and any breach had to be taken seriously. So, why I was getting pissed off with him, I had no idea.

  Black and White had its share of enemies—the bigger we got, the more we had—and anything that put either our business or our staff at risk needed to be dealt with and fast. Especially with the launch of the new non-profit coming up.

  We all wanted this to be a success and even minor issues, such as a thief who’d managed to get herself where she didn’t belong, needed to be contained.

  Thea.

  She’d given her name to me so unexpectedly, like a gift, and that was how I was treating it. Because a woman like her, all guarded and watchful, wouldn’t simply give a piece of herself up to just anyone. Yet she’d given it to me. I didn’t know whether that meant anything or not—I certainly didn’t want it to mean anything—but, whatever, it certainly fucking changed things.

  Last night, I’d been intending to tell Everett all about her but now some protective and territorial instinct had me not liking that idea one bit.

  She was mine to deal with, and if either of those two bastards found out she’d breached Everett’s security, especially considering the launch, they would not be happy. They might want to contact the authorities and that would not be happening.

  If anyone wanted to question Thea about how she’d got in and what she was doing, I would be the one to ask her, not the cops. And certainly not my fucking friends.

  Since when have you got territorial about a woman before?

  Pretty much never. I didn’t get territorial about people because getting territorial implied that they mattered and I didn’t want anyone mattering to me.

  I already had my little sister, Morgan, to worry about and I didn’t need anyone else. She worked for Black and White, managing our PR, but I’d made sure she based herself in London rather than anywhere near me.

  It was just easier that way. For both of us.

  And anyway she worked with Ulysses, whom I trusted like I’d trust family, and he was there to look out for her.

  Ulysses and Everett might not be my blood, but they were my brothers just the same.

  ‘Yeah, I know how important it is.’ I forced down my irritation and tried to keep it casual. ‘But, like I said, I dealt with the issue. Would you like me to repeat it again in American so you can understand?’

  Everett ignored that. ‘You disappeared for a long time last night.’

  ‘Because I was busy fucking an extremely beautiful woman. If you want the details, I’m more than happy to supply them. Hell, I’ve even got the video if you want to check up on me.’ Not that I’d ever send him a video even if I had one—too easy for that shit to fall into the wrong hands.

  ‘Someone mentioned an issue with one of the catering staff,’ he went on, as if I hadn’t spoken, being the usual Everett bulldozer that he so often was. ‘A last minute replacement.’

>   Christ, the guy could be relentless. He was ex-military, systems-oriented and detail-obsessed, which made his security expertise legendary. It also made him a pain in the arse to deal with. I honestly didn’t know how Freya, his best friend other than Ulysses and me, managed to deal with him without wanting to punch him in the face.

  Maybe she did want to punch him in the face. I certainly wanted to on a regular basis. But it wouldn’t do to get irritated with him. He’d just want to know what the problem was and that might lead to other questions I didn’t want him to ask.

  ‘And I checked out all the staff,’ I said easily. ‘You know how anal I am about making sure only people who are actually cleared to be there are there.’

  Everett grunted again. ‘There were—’

  ‘Yeah, Ev... I don’t care what there fucking were.’ I tried to keep the growl out of my voice. ‘Everything was roses as far as I’m concerned. Now, I have a very naked woman in my bed who I’m very keen to get back to, so if you don’t have any other bullshit to talk to me about, why don’t you go get on that goddamn flight of yours?’

  There was a long silence.

  ‘Fine,’ Everett said expressionlessly. ‘But if I hear anything different I’ll be calling you back.’

  I opened my mouth to tell him what he could do with his damned call, but he disconnected before I could get a word out.

  Shit, this was a problem. If Everett had had reports of a security breach, he wouldn’t stop sniffing round until he’d discovered the truth. Which meant I needed to deal with Thea, and fast, starting with getting some answers out of her.

  And then what?