Page 12 of Don't Lie To Me

His eyes lock with mine, so dark and intense that they almost scare me. But it’s not because I’m afraid of him, more I’m afraid of what I will do when I’m around him. With just a look he seems to have some sort of control over me. My body is begging for more of what he has to offer, and that is dangerous. “Did I answer your questions to your liking? Or do you need the final two,” he asks.

I blink back at him. “I guess I’m done,” I murmur, not able to look away from him. I’m sucked into his magnetic vortex and everything about him is driving me crazy.

His lips curl into a subtle, wry twist. “We had a deal, Sloane, now you have to take me back there and finish the tour.”

I swallow hard. “You still want to come back there with me?” I ask, slightly baffled. Shouldn’t he be majorly turned off right now, wondering what the heck is wrong with me?

He grasps my hand, a reassuring pressure, helping me to my feet. My legs are shakier than I expect them to be, and I wobble a little on my extra-high heels, but he catches me. His arm snakes around my waist as he pulls me close, his intoxicating scent filling my senses. It’s all spice and whiskey, with a hint of danger.

As we walk closer to the third section of my club, the VIP rooms, I go all clammy and start to feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. Am I really going to go through with this? I just let him finger-fuck me. But actually having sex with him is next level, and even though I’m glad my brothers have backed off for once, I’m notsure how to act because of it. I have never had this kind of freedom before. Am I making the right choice, or is my slightly inebriated brain just thinking with her needy pussy? I don’t have time to answer my question, because we arrive at the bouncer guarding my rooms. Leigh, a man I know well; he has been working for me for two years. He’s one of the best bouncers I have, which is why he mans this area of the club.

“Sloane. Who’s your friend?” he questions me, surveying the situation in front of him with sharp interest. I know how out of place this must look. I have never—and I meannever—even come close to doing something like this before.

“Romeo Moretti.”

He looks over him cautiously, a slight frown furrowing his brow as he takes in Romeo’s size. “Does he have clearance? I haven’t seen his face on the VIP list.”

I glance back to Romeo, hoping I’m not making the biggest mistake of my life. “He’s with me. We can trust him,” I respond with certainty.

Leigh gives a nod and opens the door for us with a flick of his security badge.

I suck in a deep breath, knowing there is no going back now. I’m going through with this. I move to a control panel on the wall and check over tonight’s bookings, trying to see what rooms are free. There is only one, room six. With a flutter of excitement, I type my name in and enter my security code, booking the room out for the rest of the night.

“Security is tight down this end,” Romeo comments, watching me with keen interest. I can see he’s the kind of man who notices every damn detail.

With butterflies dancing in my stomach, I move toward room six and enter the PIN code to let us in. The door pops open, the lights instantly turning on to reveal a moody room all in charcoal and golds.I turn back toward him, watching as he takes in the opulence of one of my beautiful rooms. “Has to be. People pay a lot of money to use this part of the club. I have to protect the men’s identities and the women’s safety.”

When he walks through the door after me, I press the keypad again, locking the door. I know Onyx will be out there fuming, but I don’t want him barging in and ruining this for me. He had his chance, and he fucked up. Now he gets to sit in his bad choice knowing exactly what me being in this room with another man means.

“You take your job very seriously.”

I watch Romeo taking off his jacket, placing it over a high-back chair before he wanders around the room a little, already looking comfortable in his new surroundings. I can’t take my eyes off him, studying his dark wavy hair hanging over his eyes just a little now, adding to that mysterious allure he has going on. Do I really trust him? Fuck no. But I trust he will make good on his promise to give me a night I won’t forget, and right now, that’s exactly what I need.

“What’s the point in doing a job half-assed? I hold lives in my hands, and I don’t take that lightly. The women who work for me are all important parts of my family. I would protect them with my life.” I take a step closer to him.

He watches me closely. “I believe it.”

I lock eyes with him, needing him to know how deadly serious I am right now. He knows my secret. “You should, Romeo. My reputation isn’t fictional, made up to instill fear in people. It’s fucking true, and if you screw me over, I will see to it you pay. Do you understand?”

He doesn’t shy away from my intensity; instead, he reaches out for me, pulling me in close. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll face.” His lips come to mine, and he devours me, shoving his tongue inside my mouth possessively. I should hate the dominance, fight it even,but I don’t. If anything, I’m craving it. I want this dark, mysterious, powerful man to claim me, to show me what it feels like to be a woman.

Chapter 5

Romeoslidesmyzipperdown my back, shoving the straps over my arms so it pools on the floor below me, leaving me in just my panties and bra. I should feel exposed, but I want his eyes on me.

“Beautiful.” He compliments me in a way that makes me feel comfortable under his spotlight. His hand moves to my chin, and he tilts my head so I’m gazing up at him. “Your body was made for me and mine for you.”

His words are corny as fuck, but something in the way he holds me, the way he gazes at me, makes me feel special. Not able to help myself, I reach for him, unbuttoning his shirt so I can get my hands on his chest. My fingertips find solid muscles with a scattering of hair, and I don’t stop exploring until I’m low enough to find his belt buckle. I may not have a lot of experience, but I know what I want. I want to taste him.

He kisses me as his hands roam over my body, feeling every part of me, cupping my tits in a way that makes me moan into his open mouth before he slides over my stomach, taking a handful of my ass as he shoves me into the solid wall behind us.

As our tongues battle it out, I unbuckle his pants and unzip his fly, slipping my hand inside. My breath hitches as I feel the size of his length. He’s fucking huge. I pull away from his kiss, panting like crazy. “I want to taste you.”

“On your knees then, sweetheart.” He stares down at me, heat and desire radiating off him. I tug his briefs off and his cock springs free. It’s impossibly hard, and I waste no time wrapping my fingers around his shaft so I can really feel him. He lets out a hiss of approval, his dark eyes watching me, waiting for what I’m going to do next. “Have you sucked a cock before?”

I stare up at the sexy-as-hell man in front of me, his chiseled chest scattered with intricate ink designs. His posture is strong and commanding. He’s so confident I don’t want to answer. So instead, I act on instinct and open my mouth, licking the tip of his cock before sucking the length in as far as I can. I might not have done it before, but I have seen others perform the act enough times to know what to do.

He smirks down at me, his fist wrapping around my hair before he pulls me off him. “Answer my question, Sloane.”

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