Entice: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies Book 1)

by Faith Summers

  I’m looking at it and he’s looking at me, eyes scanning me with the hunger and greed that resonated from the kiss.

  Up close to the light his eyes become brighter with the color and sexier.

  “More?” he asks, lingering on the last syllable. It has the desired effect on me because I feel the tug deep inside my body that is definitely begging for more.

  “More.”

  On my word he moves to my neck, pushing me into the wall as he presses a firm palm to the flat of my stomach.

  He places hot kisses all along my neck and I suck in a sharp breath when his fingers run over the already diamond hard points of my nipples.

  He fills his palms with my breasts and starts squeezing and massaging, then he slides the silk of my negligee away from my left breast, then the right, allowing the straps to fall down my shoulders.

  He looks at my breasts, focusing on them and I wonder if he’s trying to commit me to memory.

  It’s only then that the thought hits me once more that he’s the second man to see me like this. I push the awareness away because I don’t want to think of Kirk right now. I want the newness of this experience and all that it will bring.

  Josh takes care of all my worries and anything that was about to enter my mind by lowering down to my left nipple to close his lips over the tip. He sucks and, holy hell, it feels so damn good.

  He sucks like he’s tasting me, sampling me and I can admit now that if all we did was this all night I’d be happy with what I got.

  He alternates from one breast to the other giving each the same attention and that’s when I feel the tug of a greedy orgasm pulling deep in my pussy.

  I’m torn between emotions clashing inside me. The build of pleasure that takes me higher as he sucks, and the almost tortuous feeling that gnaws away at my insides. That’s a result of my body being starved of attention for far too long.

  I slide my hands through Josh’s hair encouraging him to continue his feast on me and he does.

  He sucks harder, and fucking hell, I lose control and my mind slips away. I’m lost in raw pleasure when his hands slide up my thigh and over the silk of my panties. He pushes a finger into my pussy and a groan rumbles in my chest.

  The sound turns me on so much it pushes the build of pleasure even higher. Pleasure fueled by the fire of the wildness in his touch.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mutters taking a break from the wild suckle on my breasts so he can lift the hem of my negligee and get a good look at his fingers working me.

  I answer him with a moan. I can’t talk. He slides another finger inside me and plants his free hand next to me, lowering to my face to that we’re eye level.

  “Does this feel good, Giselle? I wouldn’t want to be doing anything in the taster that didn’t make you say yes to the main course.” His warm breath tickles my nose.

  “Yesssss... It feels good,” I stutter and rest my hands down on the width of his shoulders to keep myself from falling over as he speeds up.

  “Does that mean you want more?” he beckons in a menacing voice.

  Fuck, I arch my back away from the wall and press into him.

  “Do you want more Giselle, or… should I stop?”

  Stop?

  Fuck no. No way in hell am I letting him stop doing what he’s doing to me.

  “More, Josh… I want more.” I cry out, happy that we’re the only ones in here, and close my eyes, squeezing them shut.

  He shocks me by stopping. It forces my eyes open and I wonder if I did or said something wrong.

  He holds my gaze and catches my face with one hand, sliding his fingers down to my neck. The hold is almost threatening for the slight tension in his grip, but his eyes say something else. His eyes and the fact that his fingers are still deep in my pussy.

  “Say my name again,” he commands. I realize then that’s the first time I’ve said his name. He’s called me by name many times, but I’ve only said his name just the one time.

  “Josh,” I breathe and he smiles in that predatory manner that now has a feral vibe to it.

  “I could get used to that Giselle. Tempting a man like me isn’t always a good thing. We find it hard to resist, so break me gently if you don’t like what you see, or feel.”

  Like most things in this night, I think I might be right in thinking this guy can’t be broken.

  He doesn’t need gentle; he has no use for it. That is just for my benefit.

  “I like what I see, and what I feel,” I assure him. I can’t believe myself and I’m pretty sure my friends wouldn’t believe this was me either. Me with a stranger, a man I just met.

  He pushes me back against the wall and starts sliding his fingers in and out of me again.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart.”

  Sweetheart…

  Something triggers inside me every time he’s said that. Something that makes me yield to his every command.

  I spread my legs wide, and he starts pumping harder and faster, finger fucking me so hard I see stars.

  A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You like that a lot.” It’s a statement of fact.

  I nod and he releases my neck so he can crouch down.

  I swallow as he looks up at me and pulls his fingers out to lick off the glistening juice. I catch my breath, but the next second sees me losing it all over again as he nuzzles his face between my thighs, spreading them wider so he can have better access and oh God, as he presses his tongue into me I grab his shoulders again.

  That’s it. I can’t take anymore. I thrash against him and groan. I’m at the peak now of pleasure and I can no longer control myself.

  A sharp gasp falls from my lips as his clever tongue lashes over the swollen bud of my clit, making the sensation build that much more. It drives me wilder and I writhe against his face.

  His tongue is as ruthless as his touch, raw and unforgiving. Yet, everything is aimed at giving me pleasure. I want it. I crave it.

  One more circle of my pleading bud sends overlapping waves of fire over me and my head falls back. I cry out into the release that takes me.

  He grabs my ass and holds me to his face so he can drink. The licking now becomes exactly that. drinking. He drinks and laps up everything until there’s nothing left.

  The door opens and a couple walk in. They look at us like this and I don’t even think to cover myself or hide. I don’t want to do anything to ruin this, or break the feeling. So I stay there just the way I am, doing exactly what my body wants me to do.

  I’m practically doubled over Josh with my breasts hanging out for all to see while he drinks my release from my pussy. I’m still moaning and groaning, no different to the people I’ve witnessed tonight who’ve become passion’s slaves.

  The couple continue on through the next door and Josh and I are alone again.

  He releases me and stands, but catches me when I stumble.

  His hair is slightly ruffled from my fingers in it, but it just makes him look sexier.

  “That was the taster… do you want more Giselle?”

  Confident, sexy, and daring, has definitely been good to me tonight. I want all, everything.

  I reach for the little pouch I have clipped to the side of my negligee and take out my silver coin. He takes it when I hand it to him, his smile firm and set. He knows he has me where he wants me. Exactly where he wants me.

  He flips the coin and places it in his back pocket. I place his in the pouch. I want to keep it, to remember tonight. It’s one night and I won’t see him again, unless if I come back here, and who’s to say that he’ll want me like this again.

  He takes the pouch from me and sets it on the floor, right by my feet. His gaze flicks up to meet mine, and a smile is in his eyes as he runs his fingers up my legs and up to my panties. I allow him to take them off me and I allow him to take off the negligee, leaving me naked. Everything gone but the heels.

  “Those stay,” he says looking down the length of my body.


  Being bold, I take charge and step closer to him, tugging on the edge of his shirt.

  “You, I want these off too,” I say in a playful voice that sounds foreign to me.

  He bends down to kiss me and I kiss him back, but he tugs on my bottom lip in a truly sexy way that makes me wet all over again for him.

  Stepping back he reaches for his shirt and undoes the top buttons allowing him to lift the rest of it over his head.

  I have to swallow again to stop myself from drooling when I see the masterpiece of a body he uncovers. Muscles on muscles greet me, inked with black tattoos artistically decorating the width of his chest.

  All Japanese characters. There’s a lot and I can’t see some of the smaller ones on the edge of his hip. What I can see is enough to class his body as the one I want to always remember.

  His lips arch and a wild smile dances across his mouth as he pulls a condom from his back pocket.

  “I can use this, but I’m clean, you?”

  The thought of having him inside me with no barriers sends a spiral of ecstasy through me.

  “I’m clean, and on the pill,” I answer.

  The condom pack floats to the floor, joining his shirt, and he undoes his belt buckle. It clinks as it falls away and he unzips his fly, allowing his pants to drift down his legs.

  The massive bulge of his cock pressing against his boxers fascinates me and arouses me at the same time. He pushes his boxers down his legs and his cock springs free. It’s as massive as it looked pressed against the front of his boxers. Satisfaction washes over his face when he sees the way I look at him and he finishes taking off his clothes.

  With a growl, he reaches for me and turns me to face the wall. Looking at the glass wall glow as I touch it and the water flow beneath my fingers adds to the thrill.

  I look over my shoulders when he grabs my hips, lines his cock up against my pussy lips and plunges in.

  That makes me gasp and snap my gaze back around to face the wall.

  Holy hell, I didn’t think it would feel so good. I’m wet but he’s big and I’m so tight he fills me up completely.

  “Fucking hell, Giselle, your pretty pussy is so tight,” he groans and starts pumping into me.

  His cock pulses inside me as he pulls out a little and I cry out when he dives back in and starts fucking me.

  He fucks me hard, pounding into me so hard my breasts bounce painfully against my chest and my hair falls forwards over my face.

  Lifting my hips, I take him pound after pound as he owns my body, his cock searing into me with delicious heat. The scalding heat devours me and I’m left at his mercy. My mind isn’t here anymore and just when I’m about to go over the edge he stops. He just stops like earlier when he was fingering me.

  He pulls out again and turns me around to face him. When he picks me up, I wrap my legs around him so my heels can dig into his back.

  “Perfect,” he groans settling me back down on to his cock.

  The instant he does, the exhilaration of the skin to skin contact takes me and he takes me too.

  I’m there again, at the brink of orgasm.

  “Josh I’m coming,” I cry.

  “That’s okay baby, let me fuck you until you come.”

  I hold on tight on to his shoulders as he fucks me. His pumps speed up, and I cling to him as he practically impales me with his cock. He fucks me harder and we both cry out.

  I throw my head back arching my back but he catches my head and pulls me back to his lips to kiss me.

  He kisses me as we both come. The spray of his hot cum floods my passage making it quake, and my release mingles with his.

  We’re still kissing even as I climb down from the high and the luxuriating sensation of being his.

  Josh pulls away from my lips, but he’s still holding me.

  He studies me, and I see it in his eyes. The same thing I feel. I see it.

  The need for more.

  “Spend the night with me, Giselle,” he says and I nod.

  “Yes.”

  Chapter Four

  Josh

  I’m always thrown when I get back to the real world.

  This time, though… damn.

  I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like her.

  Giselle….

  She was the last thing I saw when I closed my eyes as sleep came for me.

  I can never beat sleep when it does that.

  I can go for a max of two days without sleeping before I crash. Last night it practically came for me and swallowed me whole after I devoured the beautiful brunette.

  As a VIP guest of The Dark Odyssey and a close friend to Gabe Giordano, one of the club owners, I get certain privileges.

  Call it the VIP treatment with access to one of the suites reserved for special guests. Gabe and the other owners have private suites but they set the place up so that there are a few other suites guests like me can book, or have at short notice like last night.

  That’s how Giselle and I ended up exploring each other's bodies in every which way all night. I think I tried out every sexual position I could conjure up to try on her.

  Foolishly when I woke, I imagined waking up with her in my arms.

  But she left.

  She left as expected and reality of the distraction she’d been come rushing back on me. All I have left is her coin.

  I rub it between my fingers as I sit back in my office chair listening to my father talk to me like I’m a child.

  I’m pretending to listen and trying not to show just how mad I am at him for the shit he’s decided to dish me, all because he doesn’t approve of the way I live my life.

  “Joshua, are you listening to me?” he says staring at me hard. He was pacing around delivering his speech. The man didn’t even allow me to get coffee before he barged into my office to start the daily sermon.

  Lesson one: I’m not to sleep with the new associate.

  Lesson two: I’m to hire a decent secretary and stop fucking the temps.

  Okay. He didn’t say ‘fucking’. Dad never swears. I’m sure he thinks God would strike him with lightening if he did.

  I stare at him, my face brazen and deadpan like I used to when I was a child.

  If that is how he wishes to treat me then fine.

  I’ll be the first to admit that I have a colorful past and yes, I did and have been known to sleep around the office, more so in my younger days. But he’s failed to notice that I’ve changed a lot, and taken my work more serious because I want the responsibility of running the new branch of Tanners.

  I know when to be serious and when to play, and I don’t play or fuck around anymore at work. That was the change I made to my life two years ago when the opportunity for this job first came about.

  What’s got me in this shit is he heard that I slept with one of the temps and he started to freak. She doesn’t even work here anymore. He thinks this will be history repeating itself from five years ago when I got involved with Marsha, a budding associate.

  She got pissed at me when it was clear we were just screwing around, and when she left she took a host of high value clients with her because she was one of the senators daughter’s. Dad has been mad at me ever since. Everything I do now is under scrutiny.

  Now there’s this shit. Unfair shit that shouldn’t count. He’s making me compete for the job. Pitting me against Riley; my cousin. A guy I loathe.

  Riley and I are both senior partners here but we are always at war.

  “Joshua,” he says my name with more insistence. It’s only my parents who full name me. Everyone else calls me Josh.

  “Dad… I’m still pissed as fucking shit at you?” I answer and smile at his reaction. He hates me swearing.

  My parents had me later in life. I’m thirty-years old. Although he doesn’t look it, Dad is seventy-one. Mom just turned seventy.

  They’re what you call old school and they had a strict upbringing. My grandfather on Dad’s side was a lieutenant in the army and fought i
n the second world war. Mom’s dad was a Baptist Minister and I’m pretty sure she blames me for the heart attack that took him a few years back when my asshole of a cousin told him I practically live in the sex club.

  “Joshua, you think this is funny?” Dad says, nostrils flared. “Do you want the job or not?”

  “Dad… I can’t even with you today. How can you stand there and ask me that?” This whole conversation here is the thing that caused me to lose sleep.

  Work is the thing that usually makes me lose sleep because I’m the only attorney at the firm that takes on the difficult cases. I’m the only attorney here that can win a twisted as shit intellectual property dispute, coming out on top every single time, but despite that I have to compete for the job I’ve been working hard for the last two years. A job I thought was mine, hands down.

  His shoulders slump. “Joshua, this is a multibillion dollar firm. It’s simple. That is what it is and I can’t run around after you cleaning up the mess you make with a project as big as this. Here I can keep tabs on you and I have a handle on things. If I give you control over the new building, I need to trust that you can be the face of the firm. I need to trust that you will be the man I want you to be.”

  I seethe. “I’m not that now? Despite everything I’ve done, I’m not that guy yet? But Fucking Riley is?” That motherfucker has had it in for me since birth.

  Fucking asshole… he’s always been in fucking competition with me. What rubs me the wrong way is I know deep down that my parents wish I could be more like him. The Goody Two shoes prick who does everything perfectly.

  “Joshua, Riley is a good option to lead the firm. If this was down to a question on expertise alone, you’d win hands down, but it’s not. It’s a lot more than a question of who’s better than who. This is the way it will work, and it starts today with the new associate. Since I have to focus on the new training program I need you to take over her training. The training I was going to give her. Three months with her and getting this department in order. You need a secretary, no more temps, Most of all, I need you to shape up.”

  As if I haven’t been shaping up. I keep my silence because he’ll start talking about women and shit again. What he wants is for me to get married.