Tempt: A Dark Billionaire Romance (Dark Odyssey Club Fantasies Book 2)

by Faith Summers

  “Allen, is this what you’re going to be like for the whole time?” I can’t imagine working with him and having to put up with his shit.

  He laughs. “Are you going to continue playing hard to get?”

  “I’m not, I just don’t want to date you.”

  “We could skip the dating and get on to fucking, I don’t mind.”

  I ball my fists and glower at him. “Do you want a lawsuit on your ass or at the least lose your job?” I don’t know where he gets off thinking he can just speak to me like that and get away with it.

  The cocky smirk on his face however tells me he believes just that.

  “There’s no way your old man will get rid of me, baby. You must have known he wants us together. So maybe you should think about that next time you shoot me down. The old man might not like it if I tell him you’re turning me away.”

  I tense… that sounds like some kind of threat.

  “Are you threatening me?” I throw back.

  “I don’t think I have to sweetheart, I’m just pointing out the obvious. From where I’m sitting and from what I’ve seen it’s you who has to jump through hoops to get his approval. All I have to do is turn up for work. I can always spot the little rich girls who get daddy’s approval and you’re not one of them. You might want to think about that when you next turn down the offer for a good fuck.” He stands and my cheeks burn.

  They burn, not from the crassness in his words, they burn because he’s right.

  I’m not some little rich girl who gets everything handed to her on a silver platter. My parents had to work hard to get to where they are and don’t believe in squandering money.

  That’s why Dad treats me the way he does. He makes me jump through hoops of every kind to earn my stay here.

  Allen gives me a wink before he leaves and that smile fills his face again.

  Dark dread fills me as I watch him go. He’s right about me seeking Dad’s approval, more than right since I got from the horse’s mouth myself that I wasn’t immune to being fired.

  What I don’t want Allen to be right about is his threat to tell Dad that I keep turning him down.

  The significant thing about it though is Allen may be a prick, but he doesn’t talk shit he’s not confident in.

  Chapter Nine

  Dante

  I saw Rachel when she came in.

  I saw her meeting with Allen in the restaurant and I wondered if maybe I should steer her in his direction.

  It would fix a lot of things, but I’d always be left feeling like shit.

  I watch her as she walks down the stairs with Jia. She’s talking about something. It looks like it something she feels passionate about from the expression on her face and Jia rests her hand on her shoulder in a reassuring way.

  I’m supposed to be seeing Rachel and Allen tomorrow but I don’t know what I’ll be like.

  Earlier my secretary told me Rachel came by asking for me. Now I’m standing by my office door leafing through my files. I know she’ll see me the second she finishes talking with Jia.

  I’ve been away from her for over twenty four hours. It’s been enough time to think and come up with a plan. It’s just that I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do. I still don’t know.

  I look at her standing over there in her beige mini skirt and a little top that accentuates her breasts and all I want is those tits in my face and my cock inside her pussy.

  I can’t think past that.

  Jia leaves her and just as I predict Rachel turns and sees me standing across the way.

  She walks toward me and even though she doesn’t smile the smile is in her eyes.

  The smile turns into a sparkle when she stops a breath away.

  “Hi,” she says.

  “Hello Princesa,” I answer, and try to calm my need to kiss that pink gloss off her lips, and take her right here against the wall.

  “I was just coming to say hi.”

  “Let’s go in my office.” I really am signing my death warrant aren’t I?

  I was about to place my hand to the small of her back but I think better of it when I see Tina; the office gossip cast a glance my way. The women here are like sharks. The second they heard about my break up with Marie they were all after me like I was a piece of meat in a market.

  Rachel and I go inside my office and I close the door, locking it.

  She sees me lock it and tries to bite back a smile when I focus on her.

  I reach for her elbow and plant a kiss on her forehead, still trying my best to keep it kosher.

  “You okay?” I ask when she rests her hand on my chest.

  “I don’t know.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Allen. I can’t stand him Dante. He’s an asshole and dad likes him that means collateral.”

  She wouldn’t normally talk like this if it wasn’t bothering her.

  “Has he done something?”

  She sighs. “It’s okay. I don’t want to waste time talking about him. I just came to see you. I didn’t see you yesterday after we got here. I know you’re busy.”

  This is hard. I don’t know what to say. I want her and I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do about that if it’s going to cause a problem.

  “You’re worried about Dad, aren’t you?” she asks and the spark fades. It practically diffuses.

  “I am baby,” I breathe.

  “I don’t want to cause any problems between you. You’re friends.” She looks down and I catch her face, guiding her gaze back to me.

  “What are you saying?”

  She shakes her head. “I’m saying what I think you want me to say. it’s not true though. I don’t feel it. I don’t think my father should have a say in who I’m with, but it’s not just about that. I respect you’re worried.”

  I’m acting like a child myself, seeking approval.

  I am far from that. I’m a man who wants the beautiful woman in his arms and I should have her because my body misses hers.

  The thought moves me to her lips and I press mine to hers, slanting my mouth over her sweet softness.

  She kisses me back with the same fervor, and I’m glad now that I closed the door.

  She slides her hands up my chest and circles her arm around my neck.

  I respond by picking her up and carrying her over to sit on my desk. We continue to kiss and I savor the feel of her tongue tangling with mine and the sexy taste of her.

  The need to be inside her calls to me, but first I want to see those tits and play with them. I take her left breast and squeeze.

  “Let me see you,” I say pulling away.

  At my request, she takes off her top and undoes her bra releasing the heft of her breasts from the restraint.

  I start my wild suckle straight away, sucking the nipple so hard it pebbles in my mouth. I circle my tongue around the tight peak and she smiles.

  “I like your nipples,” I tell her, watching the rose tips turn a darker shade of pink.

  “I like that you like my nipples.” She giggles.

  I grin. “That’s not the only part of you I like.”

  “What other parts do you like?”

  “All of you, every part. It’s all you Rachel.” The flame in her eyes brightens and shimmers and she smiles. I hope she doesn’t think I’m just talking out of my ass. I’m not. I mean every word I say and I will have her again right now.

  I won’t push my luck and feast on her the way I want just in case someone comes knocking on my door, but I will have her.

  “I like every part of you too.” She couldn’t possibly look sexier, telling me that while she’s sitting on my desk topless. She slips off the desk and runs her hand over the bulge of my cock pressing against my pants. “I really like this part of you.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “It’s perfect. Like you were made to fit inside me.”

  I take the edge of her waist. “I thought so too.”

  She runs her hand over the bulge a
nd starts fluttering her fingers over the fabric. It’s torture.

  “I’ve been dying to suck your cock, Dante.”

  Holy fuck! There is no way I knew this woman would be so damn sexy.

  I should have had some clue though because she’s very confident. Besides wasn’t it her I saw at The Dark Odyssey? I’ve been wondering what she’s gotten up to there. All my questions can wait, because I want whatever she wants to do to me now.

  We were so lost in having sex the other night that I didn’t ask her to suck my cock. The thought of having her mouth around my length enhances the wildness inside me to take her.

  I undo my belt and unzip my fly. She does the rest, pushing the waistband of my boxers down so she can take out my cock.

  As she touches my length I strain toward her and I know any hope to be inside her has to happen soon.

  She gets down to her knees and takes me into her hot, sexy mouth. I have to grit my teeth to hold in the pleasure as it builds. She feels so damn good I pray I won’t embarrass myself.

  She starts sucking and swirling her tongue around the head. Slowly, then faster until I’m fucking her face, pumping into her mouth as she sucks. She licks with strokes and starts sucking hard. As her tits bounce up and down, I reach for her little nipples and fondle her tits so I can give her pleasure too. It works and she moans.

  When my balls tighten at the wild suckle I know I need her to stop if I’m going to fuck her.

  “Come here baby, let me fuck you,” I tell her, taking her arm and helping her stand.

  I want her on the desk so I pull up her skirt, take off her panties and place her right back up there, parting her legs wide. Her pretty pussy is soaked and dripping with her creamy nectar, so when I plunge into her she takes me and tries to bite back her moan.

  I grab her ass and start pumping hard into her body making her tits bounce with every thrust. She’s such a pretty sight and I get lost in the half pleasure, half pain expression on her face.

  It’s a sight I always want to remember. I want to remember that I did that to her. I gave her this pleasure.

  I speed up fucking her hard, fucking her so hard the stack of documents on the desk topples over and falls on the ground.

  I don’t care. The whole fucking desk can fall on the ground.

  She whimpers and reaches for me when I speed up. I take her, picking her up again so her legs can wrap around me. This position feels better.

  She moans out and winces, because she was a little loud. At this point I don’t give a fuck who wants to hear, Peter himself could be outside and I wouldn’t care. In fact it would be easier than keeping the secret.

  He’s the one that forbid me to have her and I want her so bad it aches.

  I speed up, driving into her relentlessly until she comes. Moments later, I come too. I come hard blowing my load into her body. It pours from me overflowing a volcano of hot seed.

  It fills her up and it feels good to release like that inside her.

  I set her back down on the desk , but I don’t pull out of her and I don’t let go.

  I’m supposed to be trying at the very least to resist her. Instead I keep wanting more. I want more again and I want it now.

  Screw Peter and screw the fucking consequences. I’m sick of playing by the rules. She wants me and I want her.

  “Get your clothes on, you’re coming home with me,” I tell her and the wildness in her eyes speaks of the kind of night we’re going to have.

  She walks into the kitchen and stops by the door. I like the way she looks at me. It’s with that confidence and sass. Underneath that though is the shyness that makes her blush.

  All of it intrigues me. I had it all as I took the beauty over an over again last night. The best part of it was having her in my bed.

  “Morning,” I beam and she walks up to me. Her eyes never leaving my body.

  “Good morning, you’re making breakfast?”

  “Pancakes with maple syrup and an assortment of fruit.” That’s her favorite.

  “Be careful, I might get used to this.”

  She has no idea how much I’d like that. “That’s no bad thing.” I give her a quick kiss. “You’re easy to cook for. I already know what I’m making for breakfast tomorrow.”

  Excitement comes into her eyes. “Tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, unless if you’re busy.” She usually spends her weekends shopping or pampering herself in some way. Of course I’m thinking of teenage Rachel. This one could be doing other things.

  “I’m not busy. You want me to stay?”

  “I want you to stay.”

  “Then I’m staying.”

  I motion for her to sit and she does, giving me a bright smile. I have stuff I want to ask her. I’m curious about a few things.

  I also have a really bad idea on how we can accommodate this little situation of ours.

  I make her a pancake and put all the trimmings she loves on top. I do mine and I just add a blob of maple syrup on the side.

  “Oh my God, Dante, is that all you’re having, no cream or anything else? Just syrup?”

  “The only sweet things I like are you.” I reach for her plate and pull it over to me as a better idea of how we could be sitting forms in my mind.

  She smiles then laughs when I reach for her and set her on my lap.

  “You like me?”

  “I do…” I cut off a portion of her pancake and hold it out for her to eat. She reminds me of a little bird as she lowers to take the food into her mouth.

  I can’t help myself when I look at her lips. I keep seeing them around my cock. The memory is almost strong enough to make me carry her back upstairs or take her again on this table like last night.

  “You look like you want to ask me something,” she observes.

  I nod. “That’s another thing I like about you Rachel. I do have a question or two for you.”

  The shyness comes back and she looks away. “What is it?”

  “How often do you go to The Dark Odyssey?”

  When she doesn’t answer I guess it must be a lot. I stifle a groan. I hate the thought of her with other men. I remember when I saw her with her first boyfriend. She was eighteen and I took one look at her and could tell she’d lost her virginity. I nearly went ape shit but it wasn’t my place to do that. Besides as much as I thought she was too young at the time to be sleeping around, I wouldn’t have lost my temper because that fucker stole her innocence. I would have done it because I was jealous.

  “I’m not a slut, Dante.” She gazes at me with that coyness again. “I hope you don’t think so.”

  “I would never think that. That club isn’t the kind of place you go to for a dance.”

  “No… it’s not. Maybe I have a dark side.”

  “Maybe I have one too.” I confess and she looks at me with wide eyes.

  “What?”

  “Maybe I have a dark side too, but I only show it to certain people.”

  “Would you show it to me?” Her eyes probe into me with a spark of sexual excitement.

  I decide to be clever and tactful in the way I want to ask my next questions. “I’d need to know what you’ve done first.”

  She narrows her eyes at me seeing straight through the shit and gets off my lap.

  “Is that your way of asking me how many men I’ve been with and what I did with them?”

  I reach for her again and hold her in place. “Don’t tell me how many. I don’t want to kill anybody. You can tell me what you’ve done though. Have you been… shared?”

  An uneasy look washes over her face. “Yes.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “No.”

  “Do you want to do it again?” It’s a different question to the last although similar.

  “No, do you want to share me?”

  “Fuck no.”

  “Have you ever shared anybody?”

  I fell into my own trap with that. “Yes.”

  She bites her lip. “Do you want to
do it again?”

  “No. Maybe in my younger days the thought was appealing. I don’t do that anymore.”

  “Were you at the club looking for a different fantasy then?”

  “No, I wasn’t at the club the other night looking for sex.”

  “Why were you there?”

  I won’t mention the job. She’ll freak and right now the job is just a thing I’m supposed to be thinking about, but it’s a thing I’m more than considering. “My friend owns the club.”

  Her lips part. “What? Oh my God you know the Giordanos?”

  The fact that she even knows that name is a tell of what she must have been getting up to.

  “I do. So, I was just hanging out when I saw you. Would you have gone with that guy?”

  I’m referring to the idiot I heard her talking to. First he wanted to share her with his friends and when he realized she didn’t want to be shared he asked the thing he should have asked in the first place.

  “I don’t know. Dante… I was there trying to forget you.” She pulls in a steady breath and mine stops. “When I’m there I try to forget you. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.”

  “I don’t want you to forget me.”

  “I don’t know what we’re doing. What are we? Do we have to tell my father anything? Couldn’t we just be a secret.”

  I don’t want to keep her a secret but I’ve thinking that its’ the only option for now.

  “Yes… I think we should go to The Dark Odyssey together. Your father won’t see us there. what do you think?”

  She’s nodding even before I can finish the words. “Yes. I want to do that.”

  “There’s a few fantasies I’d like to live out with you. Maybe we can explore the dark side together.” I’d love to have her tied up and under my complete control.

  A wildness flickers in her eyes that tempts me further.

  “I’d really like that.”

  Chapter Ten

  Rachel

  This is so awkward…

  The tension in the room is so thick I really could cut it with a knife.

  I’m sitting next to Allen who keeps looking at my breasts, and Dante is ahead of us trying to iron out our campaign plans for Activate.