Make Me Weak (Make Me #1)

by Megan Noelle

  I almost felt a laugh come up. "Good point."

  We said a quick goodbye before I shimmied away through the crowd to get outside. The beefcake bouncer standing at the door gave a goodbye grunt but I kept going. Onyx's bike was in the same spot as it had been the first night we met. A little debate erupted of whether I should go wait by it or not. Eventually, I decided to wait at the back, and smoke the way I did thousands of times before. This way if anyone else came out and saw me first, nothing would look strange. Well, stranger than usual.

  Not enough half of my cigarette was gone when Onyx strolled around the side of the building. The smirk on his face said he got his way. And the way his eyes roamed over me said that I would be doing the victory dance to celebrate.

  There wasn't a single word exchanged. Instead he closed the distance, took my cigarette and smoked a few long silent drags. My eyes didn't dare look away. Watching his lips form around the cigarette, and the white smoke curling as it escaped was insanely erotic. Everything Onyx seemed to touch looked sensual. The cigarette fit his lips perfectly, the smoke floated to the sky clinging to him as if it was reluctant to leave him.

  He finished it off, flicked the butt off into the darkness, and smiled as the last smoke left him. I refused to speak first, I wasn't sure why but I always wanted to know what he was thinking. It was a sick addiction, but one that was becoming more and more potent. The space between us disappeared as Onyx reached out and secured his fingers into the pocket of my hoodie, pulling me close.

  My legs released all resistance, and caved to his will. His arms slid around my hips, twisting together behind my back, and suddenly I was pressed against him. Looking up into his eyes I forgot about everything. Where we were, what we were doing, and how we got here. All that occupied my conscious mind was Onyx.

  "I want to take you somewhere, but I want you to know a few things before I do." He breathed out slowly. Every word sank in memorizing the way his accent curved around each syllable.

  "What would that be?"

  "First, I need you to know that I do not bring women here. Ever."

  I nodded, but he watched me, waiting for another form of acceptance I assumed. "Okay," I finally said.

  "Second, this is my private domain. It is the place where everything sacred to me resides."

  "Are you talking about your house?" Nerves slithered down my throat, flowed through my chest, and twisted into my stomach. Naturally, I figured we would just go to some hotel room, order room service, and fuck a few times. But a home. Those are personal. Making this one night seem much more significant than I originally imagined.

  "It is the place I live, eat, and sleep. But I wouldn't give you a warning about those things. This is my home because of what I do in it. The things inside are exclusive to my soul. So if you have any habits of breaking shit when you feel like it, tell me now. I won't tolerate any of that, and I assure you, I will fuck up your world if you fuck up mine."

  My irritation damn near went through the roof. Who the hell does he think he is to threaten me like this when it is his choice to take me there in the first place?

  "I'm not a child, Onyx. I'm a grown ass woman, and that is not how I act. If you think that, then maybe you shouldn't take me there in the first place." I heard my tone snapping at him, and I had no doubt he caught it too.

  His finger covered my lips as he shushed me quietly. "That wasn't what I meant, love. If I thought you were that girl, you wouldn't be going near my home." A hand left my back, I missed it immediately, but leisurely he dragged his finger from my forehead to the tip of my nose.

  "Do you understand, Alexandria?"

  "Yes." I replied, completely and utterly hypnotized by the intensity in his eyes.

  "Good. Now, the last thing I need for you to understand is that for this night, I own you. Can you handle that, love?"

  Give up control?

  Trust someone?

  Be with a man and not for the money, but for the man himself?

  With anyone else, the answer, without the shadow of a doubt would be no. But, for Onyx there was only one possible way I could answer.

  "I can."

  The corners of his lips curled up into a breathtaking smile. Onyx never released his hold, and within seconds his mouth was locked on mine in a gentle kiss. Behind the soft touch of his lips was the unmistakable promise of something far superior to come.

  After pulling back he gave me a wink, took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, and nodded to the bag over my shoulder.

  "Hand that over." I shrugged, and began walking off toward his bike.

  "I got it." Before I could get far from him I was stopped. He hadn't moved a single step forward, and prevented me from doing so.

  "You are mine for the night. I would never let my woman carry something while I still have the strength to hold it for her." I had absolutely no idea how to respond, I was astonished by this peculiar being. Without further argument, I handed him the bag.

  We walked hand-in-hand to his bike. Onyx stowed my bag away, and swung his leg over. He motioned for me to follow and within seconds my arms were wrapped tightly around his waist. My head rest against his back, and in a flash, we were off. Heading to a place I've never been. Headed into a world that deep in my soul I knew if I had even a taste of the forbidden fruit, nothing would ever be the same.

  Roaring through the dark night on the back of a motorcycle with my arms around Onyx felt surreal. Lights whizzed by, the buildings, and passersby disappeared from view. All that remained was us, and the road. It was freeing in a way, the wind and the stars didn't care about the questionable life Kandi led. It didn't hold Andie accountable for the mistakes she had made, or the secrets locked up tight. Maybe it was strange but this was one of the few moments I was not wanting to hide all that I am while surrounded by everything I longed to escape. My arms squeezed a bit tighter around Onyx's waist. I didn't expect anything back, but for a few seconds his right hand left the handlebar and covered mine.

  The simple gesture made my heart lurch forward, and I hated it. Under no circumstances was this supposed to mean anything more. I was here for two reasons. The first was because I couldn't seem to get him out of my mind, and the second was because I knew whatever happened between us was going to be out of this world.

  Onyx turned off the main road and steered us into a little discreet garage into the side of a building. He came to a stop when the bike was buried away from outside eyes. The little space was almost pitch black and I had no idea what Onyx was planning in here. Up until this point I hadn’t worried about my safety with him. But made I should have? With everyone else my guard would have been an immovable force. I never even would have toyed with the idea of going anywhere near them outside the club. Yet here I was, acting like a hasty teenager, letting hormones control every action.

  Been there. Done that.

  I thought I learned my lesson a long time ago. Maybe I never grew from the ignorant, weak-hearted child I once was. Perhaps there just hadn’t been a man that I had met that melted everything inside me—until Onyx.

  “You awake back there?” He asked, breaking through the hundreds of questions in my mind.

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  He chuckled once, and looked over his shoulder toward me. “Because you haven’t moved since we arrived.”

  “Oh. Well, you never said anything, so how was I supposed to know we were here?” Yeah, nice. Just blame him for your own confusion.

  “Fine, we’re here. Now hop off because there’s something else I would much rather you to be riding tonight.” All doubt vanished as the heat between my thighs spread like a wild fire. If I could feel this turned on by a single thing Onyx said, I couldn’t even imagine what would happen when he touched me.

  A chill ran up my spine at the thought. My leg swung over the bike. It was time to stop screwing around and put out the fire that burned every inch of my body from the first moment we met. Onyx followed, pulled the helmet from my head, an
d placed a swift kiss to my lips.

  “Last chance to back out, love.” The daring gleam in his eyes was a temptation, a challenge, and I would be a fool to back away.

  Looking him square in the eye I responded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  A wide smile flashed those white teeth in a way that reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf. Those sharp teeth, and that hungry look in his eyes was downright entrancing. The point of Little Red's story was to show young girls that when you completely fuck up everything because of your innate stupidity, there was a white knight that would ride in to protect you. The hunter was the hero, the savior, and it was the type of man little girls dreamed would someday ride in to rescue them.

  Not me. I was never looking for someone to save me. It was the wicked, powerful, mesmerizing presence of the dark soul that made me swoon. That undeniable control that even made Little Red forget all reason when the wolf simply opened his mouth. I didn’t want the perfect gentleman. I wanted the man that could make me feel strong, in control, and completely out of control with a single touch. I wasn't looking for the man that tossed me behind him while he experienced life and adventure. I wanted the one that would push me, tempt me, teach me, and dominate me because he was man enough to allow me to do the same.

  That man didn't exist. At least, that was what I believed. Every minute spent with Onyx was showing me that maybe all men weren't worthless after all.

  "Follow me, love."

  Onyx walked past me, leaving the little bike garage, locking it up tight behind me. I crossed my arms over my chest for just long enough to remember that anytime a person did that they were displaying their insecurities for all to see. I refused to look like the weak little girl. Innocent. Timid. All things I'm not. Despite my best attempts to brush off the simple gesture, it seemed Onyx caught it. With a smirk he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me against his side as we walked toward our destination.

  As my heart pounded to the beat of a drummer's solo, radiating from my knees into my throat. I tried to distract myself from whatever was coming next. I didn't recognize where we were, and I had spaced out the entire ride over. All I saw was a row of buildings a couple stories high on the opposite side of the street from where we were. The slight instinctual warning at the back of my mind told me I probably should have paid closer attention on the ride here. Then at least I could have managed to find my way out, or give directions to the police if Onyx decided to keep me hostage.

  Although, any of those worries were extinguished almost immediately after. Something made me believe that if Onyx wanted to keep me here as his prisoner, with chains, and cuffs that no part of me object.

  The front of the brick building showed that not a single light was lit in the entire place. No signs were visible anywhere I looked to at least give me a damn clue as to where we were. But even after Onyx unlocked the door and held it open, I never hesitated as I crossed the threshold into unknown territory.

  As light from the street lamps illuminated a bit of the room I saw a wide open space. The floor was concrete, the walls bare, and in a few places a white sheet covered whatever stood beneath it.

  "Is this where you intend to murder me?" I asked as he shut and locked the door behind me.

  Onyx burst into a thick rich laughter that almost had me smiling back.

  "If I intended to murder you, I would have at least put some plastic down. Even a drop of blood on a floor like this would stain it."

  "Fair point."

  "The place I want to bring you is right up those stairs." He pointed to a flight of stairs at the back corner of the room. Then his arms crossed over his chest as he observed every breath I made. His feet never moved forward, they remained planted into the ground, waiting for me. It was very clear to see that he intended to challenge me every step of the way. I talked a big game of not having fear and wanting him as badly as he wanted me. This was his way of seeing just how well my intentions matched my words.

  Well, he would not be disappointed.

  Without even a backwards glance toward him. I stalked forward to the bottom step and didn't stop until I reached the top. I didn't exactly know what to expect, but I never anticipated to look around and literally gasp. The entire level was made into a loft with every single surrounding wall made of glass, most had a thick dark curtain pulled over the window but the wall facing the front was completely exposed. This room was up high enough to only catch the tops of the other buildings leaving the rest of the view as the wide open ocean. Waves curled onto the empty shore, while the water went on for as far as the eye could see. Once I was finally able to tear my eyes away from the immaculate sight, I took in the rest of the place.

  My eyes blinked to insure I wasn't simply dreaming. Onyx's loft was absolutely breathtaking. The first thing that captured my attention was the smooth black piano with gold lettering displaying the brand name Schimmel across the front. It was smooth, sleek, and all around sexy. My legs carried me across the floor because I couldn’t resist a single touch. Trailing my fingers along the white tiles I pictured Onyx’s hands moving skillfully against every single key. A mesmerizing erotic tune filling every inch of this property.

  For all I knew, Onyx didn’t even know how to play, but I highly doubted that. This seemed to be a man of many talents and I would be surprised if this wasn’t one of them.

  I sat on the seat with my back to the piano, allowing me to take in the rest of the space. In one corner were black curtains with a slit open that revealed the end of a bed. It was almost embarrassing that a single glance at where Onyx slept at night was turning me on so immensely. Diverting my attention away was the wisest strategy to keep my body under control, for at least a bit longer. My gaze continued around and took in a string that hung from the ceiling with dozens of black and white photographs clipped by the corner. There was a desk covered with cameras, lenses, and many documents I couldn’t distinguish.

  In another corner were guitar cases, stands, and a few stools. This was seriously an artistic person’s dream room. Every way one looked there was something more incredible than the last. I was getting incredibly excited in more ways than one. The thing about this place that had to be my favorite was the fact that everything looked to be in good condition. However, the best part was none of these items looked like the top of the line equipment.

  The obsessive need for the latest and greatest technology was sickening. Most didn’t agree with me, making Onyx’s appeal grow steadily. The final thing I noticed was at the back of the floor, on the opposite side of his bed was a little kitchen. There were no walls separating it, giving the space a wide open feel. I was surprised to find that I could breathe freely here but I was pleased nonetheless.

  “Care to let me in on all those thoughts tumbling around that curious mind of yours?”

  For the first time since entering the building I looked to Onyx. Casually, he leaned against a wardrobe at the far end of the room.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I held his gaze. “Just thinking of how incredible this place is.”

  He nodded his head, pushing off the wardrobe. “Ah, yes. Not all appreciate the little pieces of my life. Something told me however that you would.”

  “You were right,” I confirmed. Looking to him with a smirk growing I caught the typical look of amusement in his eye. “But, does that mean you have been picturing me in your home observing your life?”

  A wide teeth revealing grin brightened the room. “Perhaps.”

  “So, what is it that you imagined?”

  Slowly Onyx closed the space between us. With every step my heart thudded against my ribcage.

  “I have imagined many things, love.” He stopped in front of me, twisting his fingers into the curled ends of my hair. “Where I wanted to take you. What positions and for how long. You have consumed every thought of mine since that first dance, Alexandria.”

  “Oh?” I gulped, nerves fluttered through my limbs. It wasn’t normal for me to feel this way but there wa
s something so unknown about it, that I didn’t dare make it stop.

  “Yes. I have you here all night, love. While there are many things I need to do to you. I do not think I am capable of waiting another second to start. Get ready sweet Alexandria, you are in for a night you’ll never forget.”

  “Is that a promise?” I asked, hoping for a moment to regain just a bit of self-control.

  Onyx looked my body up and down, while his hands formed to the curves of my hips. My skin chilled, and my blood sizzled, waiting for him to close the miniscule distance and touch me.

  I felt my heart thudding to a beat that echoed around the beautiful loft.

  “If you have to ask, then you aren’t ready for me, love.”

  I couldn’t handle this a second longer. No one ever doubted my ability in a sexual manner, and right now there was nothing I wanted more. My body was craving Onyx and with his words alone he had teased me to near explosion.

  Without a single hesitation my mouth crushed against his, my hands wound around his neck, pressing our bodies flush against the other. We were sealed with the scorching, combustible passion that had been building since that first moment together. He bent down for a moment and pulled me into his arms, my legs secured themselves around his waist as he walked us through the loft. My back crashed into an immovable object and when Onyx moved his mouth from mine I realized I was flat against the expansive window.

  His eyes were hungry as they roved over the features in my face. “I’m trying to go slow with you. I want this to last, because every minute of the day I’ve spent fantasizing about what I want to do when I had you here.”

  From somewhere deep inside I felt that sexual power return to me. I was no longer timid, shy, or scared any longer. I felt Kandi taking over my every sense and I wasn’t just going to let this end. I’ve never wanted something, not to mention obsessed over it the way I have with Onyx. It would be an insult to our desires if we rushed this.

  My hands released his neck, one moved to the middle of his chest to push him backward. Onyx very rarely let any feeling seep into his expressions, preferring a stoic presence. This time though, he couldn’t hold back the confusion at my actions. That is, until he saw the twinkle in my eye as I formulated my plan.