One Urge, One Plea, Keep Me Trilogy

by Scarlet Wolfe

  Michael slides his hand across the table and wraps it around mine that is clutching my cup of coffee. Why was I naïve to think he would fly this far to check on my well-being?

  “Get your fucking hands off of her!”

  My body whips around in time to see Damon approaching us with Quinn following behind.

  “Damon.”

  “Quiet, Alayna,” he says furiously. He’s in a crisp, black suit that only reinforces the power he holds. Michael quickly stands. The shriek of his chair as it scrapes along the floor echoes around us.

  “You don’t order her around,” he says.

  Damon draws his fist back and punches Michael center to his jaw, causing him to fall to the floor. Hearing gasps from patrons in the store, I jump up from my seat.

  “Damon, stop!”

  “Get up now, asshole,” he says to Michael.

  It happens so fast, and I feel paralyzed to do anything. Damon pulls Michael up from the floor and punches him, this time in the nose. Blood gushes through Michael’s fingers as he holds it.

  “Don’t ever come near Alayna again, or you won’t live another day,” Damon spews venomously, attempting to grab Michael again. The door slings open and Marshall plows toward us, stepping in front of Damon and gripping his arms.

  “Mr. Lear, that’s enough.” Damon continues to push against him as if he’s checked out, unable to hear us. “Take Ms. Wynn, and go to the car now,” Marshall adds forcefully, trying to break Damon’s glare as he prevents him from getting to Michael.

  Without a word, Damon grabs my hand and pulls me behind him to the door. Roger is parked right in front of the coffee shop and ushers us into the vehicle before he takes the driver seat. Damon opens the partition long enough to tell Roger to take us to his office.

  “What the hell were you thinking?!” I ask.

  “I wasn’t thinking, Alayna. I saw your ex touching you, and I wanted to kill him!”

  I cross my arms. “I can’t believe you hit him.”

  “I can’t believe you went to see him,” he says slowly and icily. “What happen to us being open and honest?”

  “I told you I was meeting him.”

  “Please, Alayna. How stupid do you think I am? You told me when you knew you wouldn’t have to discuss it.”

  Shifting my body toward the window, I stare out. My brain is a foggy mess, similar to how the city buildings appear as they streak by. I want to jump out and hide in shame in an alleyway. Smelly dumpsters and rats ... it’s what I feel I deserve at the moment.

  Before meeting Damon, I survived on my own and was accomplished, but I was a bore, only living vicariously through the characters in my novels.

  Now, I’m stronger. Damon stripped me of my safety harness, and like a super hero with new powers, I’m overzealous with this new found confidence.

  I turn my body back to face him. He runs his hand through his hair while his other lay on his lap in a fist. His body is still exhibiting the adrenaline and fury surging through him.

  “I’m sorry, Damon. I was wrong to meet him. I guess a part of me wanted him to know that I’d changed ... and see that I don’t need him.” I wrap my hand around his fist. “I wanted to rub it in that you want me.”

  He finally looks over, his eyes awash with desperation and sadness. “Precious, he can’t have you. Tell me you don’t want to be with him.”

  “I don’t care about Michael, Damon. I told him right before you got there. Due to the way he left me, I didn’t believe he was going to try to get me back but he did.”

  “Why else would he fly here, Alayna? He let the best thing to ever happen to him go.”

  Damon grabs my arm and pulls me to him. I never buckled, so I’m up against his side swiftly.

  “Will you please forgive me?” I ask.

  He tilts my chin. “Of course I forgive you, especially after everything you’ve been through with me. You need to realize I’m the lucky one. You’re mine, so don’t do something like that to me ever again.”

  Although he’s angry and trembling, he kisses me softly, his touch once again projecting his emotions.

  “What if Michael presses charges?”

  “He won’t.”

  “How do you know for certain?”

  “Quinn stayed back with him. He’ll make sure.”

  “He’s not up front?” I ask, sounding surprised.

  “No, Marshall is. I told Quinn before we got there that if anything happened to stay. I’ll probably be writing a check, but it’s worth it. Hmm ... like father like son.”

  “That is not the same as what your father did, Damon, but I don’t want Michael getting a penny of your money, and it’s more that you’re spending because of me.”

  Damon picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.

  “We put the money conversation to rest. Don’t bring it back up, or you’ll be punished for that, too.”

  “What do you mean ‘too’?”

  “Do you honestly think you’re not getting tied up for that stunt?”

  His provocative gaze bores into me as the back of his knuckles skim down my cheek. His eyes speak of lust, but I see the slight humor hiding behind them. He might doubt that I’ll stay with him, but he knows what he does to me physically.

  I’m matching if not exceeding his desire. A vigorous heat sweeps through my body, recharging my reawakening nerve endings. It would be pointless to leave him again. I’d come back.

  Damon Lear is a taker of souls. My body is a smoldering fire when he’s near, and the vivid thoughts of him possess my mind. My heart is his, and I realized today that he has no idea how much so.

  Damon

  I’m desperately trying to calm down for Alayna’s sake since she could’ve been more upset with me for hitting her ex. I will stop at nothing to ensure no one takes her from me. Nothing.

  “Unfortunately, I have to go back to the office for a meeting. Roger is dropping off Marshall and me. He’ll then take you to the penthouse. The other security guy is following behind us.”

  “I knew you’d have someone following me.”

  “It wasn’t for spying. It was to keep you safe in case you were stubborn and left without telling me. I’m still not convinced that Stan Vasser won’t go to greater lengths to hurt me. You also need the security to keep the press at bay.”

  “I’m sorry I caused you more negative exposure,” she says.

  “Stop. It was me, and I’ll do it all over again if I see another man touch you that way.” She’s still against me as I lean down and give her a passionate kiss.

  “You better be at my service when I arrive home this evening. I desperately need to have my way with you, and there isn’t time now.”

  Alayna’s hand slides up my thigh. “Don’t,” I say as I stop it.

  “But I want you.” She’s gazing up at me seductively.

  “You’re going to get plenty of me in a few hours,” I say as Roger enters the parking garage to Golding Publishing. I open the partition. “Roger, take Ms. Wynn to my place please.”

  “Will do, sir.”

  Marshall exits the vehicle, and after I climb out, I point to Alayna before shutting the door. “Don’t–leave–the–penthouse.”

  “Yes, sir,” she says with a smirk, her finger going right to her lips. I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath.

  “Don’t challenge me right now, Alayna.”

  “Fine. I’ll take care of business myself.”

  She did not say that. I reach back in the Mercedes and grab her arm before dragging her across the seat.

  “Out.” I tap on Roger’s window. “Wait here please. Alayna is going up with me, but she’ll be back down shortly.

  I take a glimpse at her shocked expression before I’m pulling her along behind me. Fucking in the elevator isn’t an option since Marshall follows us in.

  He’s been patrolling the building along with our regular security, looking for any suspicious behavior. I’m hoping to end the extra monitoring soon.
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br />   Alayna is silent but fidgets as we ride to my floor. We exit, and Marshall goes the opposite direction. He’s barely spoken, and I’m beginning to think he’s pissed over what happened with Michael. Helen stands and appears frazzled as I approach her desk.

  “Helen, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Alayna Wynn. Alayna, this is my administrative assistant, Helen.” Seeming pleased to meet Alayna, Helen sticks her hand out and gives a broad smile.

  “Welcome, Ms. Wynn. If you ever need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  “Thank you. That’s very kind.”

  “Helen, is everything alright?”

  “We’re swarmed again by calls from the media. I did put some messages on your desk.”

  “OK, thank you. Please don’t allow anyone to disturb me until Alayna leaves.”

  Helen looks down at her desk bashfully.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I walk away, noticing the stares from my nosy employees scattered throughout the large cubicle filled room. Alayna trails behind me down the hallway leading to my office, and as we approach George’s, he happens to step out. His arms fly into the air when he spots me.

  “There you are. Have you forgotten how fucking important this meeting is?” he asks before he sees Alayna.

  “Oh, Alayna, I apologize. I didn’t see you there.”

  “It’s fine. You can’t use that word more than this man.” She’s getting too brazen for her own good.

  “I’ll see you in the meeting, George.”

  “Um, are you aware that meeting is in fifteen minutes?” he asks as we walk past him.

  “Yes, George, I’ll be there, and don’t disturb us.” After we’re in my office, I shut and lock the door.

  “Take off your sweater.”

  “Your office is enormous,” she says, checking out the space before she starts to approach the windows.

  “Come here,” I order.

  She shifts her direction and hesitates before walking toward me, her sweater coming off as she moves. She’s now in a silky, pink tank, her eyes shadowed with excitement and apprehension.

  “This is what’s going to happen next, Alayna ...”

  Chapter Twelve

  Alayna

  I’m struggling to put one foot in front of the other after Damon orders me over to him. He’s standing in front of his desk. I was trying to lighten the mood a little by flirting with him in the car, but he didn’t find it funny. After the stressful day he’s had, I don’t think I picked the right time to challenge him.

  “Since you want to be fucked so badly, I’m going to take care of it quickly right here.”

  When I’m almost to him, he yanks his tie off in one impressive move. After unbuttoning the top of his white dress shirt, he reaches out and grabs my wrist.

  Spinning me around, his free hand goes to my upper back and pushes me over onto the desk. The scent of leather and pine assault my senses as my cheek presses onto some papers that I hope aren’t important.

  “Don’t. Move.” Letting my hand go, I hear him removing his belt before he uses it to secure my wrists behind my back. He stands at the side of the desk to where I can see him and wraps his black and blue striped tie around his fingers.

  “You’re going to mess it up, Damon.”

  He gives me a sharp look, his brow furrowing.

  “I’m sir, and I have more. Open your mouth.”

  I do as he commands, and the bunched up tie is soon shoved between my teeth. We never discussed gagging, and it’s my fault. I keep refusing to discuss hard limits. Maybe there’s a part of me that isn’t ready to know everything he wants to do sexually.

  This is something else that surprisingly feels kind of hot. If this will have him fantasizing about me all hours of the day, then I want it. The more I’m in his head it seems the more I’m cracking the shield around his heart.

  Standing behind me, he reaches around and unbuttons my jeans. In a millisecond, they’re around my ankles, along with my panties. I see him again at the side of the desk. He’s examining me, and his erection is visible in his black dress pants.

  “I’ll always remember how exquisite you look at this moment, baby. Fucking. Sensational.” In a flash, he’s behind me, undoing his pants.

  Reaching around to my front, his fingers begin rubbing my clit. “Damn, Alayna, you’re excited, and the fact you get off on this pleases me immensely.” Fingers dig into my hair and hold my cheek to the desk as he plunges into me.

  “That, along with how good you feel drives me insane,” he says through a low growl. “This is going to be fast.”

  Damon thrusts into me powerfully several times while his talented hand rubs me simultaneously right into a glorious climax. Now, I understand why the tie is in my mouth; it’s effective at muffling my moans.

  It’s no time at all before he stills deep inside. His iron body lay over me, and I relish in the feel of his release filling me. His hand pulls the tie from my mouth, and I suck in a lungful of air.

  Our loud and choppy breaths fill the room while his cheek presses to my head. Fingers crawl through my hair, and I wonder what he’s thinking if he’s thinking at all. A couple of minutes pass as I watch his shiny desk fog from my ragged breath.

  He pulls out and gently lifts my upper body before he undoes the belt around my wrists. His arms wrap around me from behind, and he kisses the back of my head.

  “There’s a private bathroom right through that door,” he says, pointing to one at the back of his office.

  I pull up my pants enough to make it to the bathroom. After cleaning up, I wash my hands and stare into the mirror. My skin is blood red, and my hair is one hot mess.

  I realize I’m trembling a little, enthralled by what transpired. The unexpected with Damon is exciting, and I’ve never felt more like a woman than I do when he’s touching me.

  Damon is straightening the wrinkles out of his shirt and has already put on another tie when I leave the bathroom. Where does he keep them? Meeting me halfway, he pulls me into his arms. He seldom hugs me this way, and I don’t want it to end.

  He peers down at me after. “Now, look what you’ve done,” he says sternly.

  Huh? “What did I do?” I ask nervously.

  He smirks. “I’m late for an important meeting. One where I’ll be finalizing the terms for a takeover worth millions. How will I focus on anything other than you?”

  I can’t help the grin I’m displaying, but at the same time, I’m freaking out that he’s late.

  “Damon. You need to go,” I say frenziedly.

  “They can’t do much without me. I have the privilege of being late.” He pulls his phone from his pocket. “I’m calling Marshall on my way. He’ll walk you to the car, so Roger can take you home.”

  My eyes tilt up at him sheepishly.

  “OK, but everyone out there can take one look at me and know what we’ve been doing,” I say at almost a whisper, as if someone could be eavesdropping.

  He lifts my chin and presses our lips together. He’s calculating, his tongue directing mine in a hypnotizing way. It’s barely touching ... teasing, yet it’s electric, practically bringing me to my knees.

  It feels like a kiss of appreciation for what we’ve done in this room. When he releases my swollen lips, his domineering gaze returns.

  “Young lady, I guess you should’ve thought of that before challenging me.”

  If I wasn’t already red, I would be now. Damon Lear can still make me blush.

  Damon

  George stands as soon as I enter the conference room. “I need a word with you before we begin.” He’s smiling as he marches over. I follow him to his office that is next to the conference room.

  “Damon, I just got incredible news. I was contacted by the authorities. They managed to locate the hacker, which they claim is quite difficult. All they would tell me was that they brought him in for questioning.”

  “Oh, that’s great.” I let out a breath and feel a little of the tension
I’m holding from this mess dissipate. George has been handling this situation personally, so it wouldn’t leak before Vasser was busted.

  “What happens now?”

  “I’m not sure, but I’m hoping they have enough to stick it to Stan. I believe the publicity from it will take the heat off your father. This blackmail will be a huge story for the media.”

  George’s smile disappears. “I’ve been trying to smooth things over in that conference room. Aside from Kenneth, they’re skittish after your past resurfacing.”

  “I built Golding into what it is today. I can run this damn company and theirs,” I snap.

  “I’m not arguing that, Damon, but they’re only going to go by what they see and hear right now, so apologize and ease their minds.

  “If Stan had been smarter and leaked this sooner, I don’t believe this deal would be going through. His shareholders would’ve had time to see you as too much of a risk.”

  He’ll really be bitching at me if he hears about my earlier incident. Speaking of which, I need to ice my hand. I follow George to the conference room and apologize to the board members from both Vasser and Golding, along with other executive staff.

  Kenneth Vasser is also here as we negotiate some final terms that had not been agreed upon. Thankfully, I don’t have to see Stan’s face today. I would definitely be in jail then.

  I wish I could tell them about his plot for my demise, but for now, I assure them that the media will soon be portraying me in a more positive light. I don’t know this for certain, but I’m taking a gamble.

  I somehow manage to set aside my fantasies of Alayna and get down to business. Too much money is at stake for me not to stay focused. After a successful meeting, Kenneth asks to speak with me in private.

  “Have a seat,” I tell him as he follows me into my office. “Can I make you a drink?” I ask.

  “No, thank you. You believe my uncle leaked your past, don’t you?”

  “I suspect, but I’m unable to share more than that at this time.” I take my seat across from him and lean back in it. His tie is loosened, and his blonde hair is a mess. This takeover has taken a toll on all of us.

  “He’s an asshole, and I wish my father was here. I’d like to ask him why he allowed Stan to ruin his company. He might not have known everything, but he had to know something.”