Page 14 of Velvet Sin
What were the odds?Did it matter?Something had brought us back together.“You were wearing this dress,” I murmured, and now it seemed obvious.“One of my bouncers stopped us before we could?—”
“Make a mistake.”She touched her hands to my chest and applied pressure, but not enough to make me let go.“It would’ve been a mistake.”
“Not from where I’m standing.”She was so warm, soft yet firm.I released a soft, shuddering breath, looking down to admire her tits and pressing my fingers into her hips.“You walked out on me that night.”
“You ruined our relationship,” she whispered, glaring at me, her nostrils flaring with every sharp breath.“I think we’re even now.”
No.Not even close.
“There was one thing I didn’t get the chance to tell you,” I said.That caught her off guard, and she parted her lips, prepared to ask what I was talking about.I took full advantage, catching her mouth with mine.A soft squeal stirred in her throat, and she stiffened for a heartbeat, then groaned long and low.It was a sound tinged with regret.She couldn’t help herself any more than I could now that we were locked together, tasting, wanting.No matter how she fought it, this was always going to happen.
Fuck, she tasted like home.I was a traveler finding his way back for the first time in forever.Hunger reared its head, making me slide my tongue against hers while taking the back of her head in my hand to hold her in place.Now that I had her like this, I wasn’t about to let her go until I was satisfied.And oh, there was so much lost time to make up for.
The touch of her hands was sweet fire, traveling up my chest and over my shoulders, burning my skin through a suit jacket and shirt.A shudder ran through me and lodged in my throat as a growl once her fingers began running through my hair, turning me into a grunting, panting animal the way only she ever could.
The kiss deepened, and her grip tightened, her frantic breath hitting my face when I came up for air before descending again, this time exploring the silky skin of her neck, lapping against the place where her pulse fluttered until she held my head close, moaning, melting in my arms.My cock strained, twitching every time her body brushed against it.Her nails scraped my scalp and the back of my neck until I moaned with her and began backing her up against the sofa.
Fuck everything else.It could wait.I had to be inside this woman again—one more time.
“Wait.No, stop.”She was seconds from falling back when something made her slam on the brakes.Her supple body went rigid under my hands while she pulled back, shaking her head.“No.Not happening.Get off me.”
The scorn in her voice was ice water thrown on a fire.I let go and stepped back because I’d be fucked if I begged a woman who sounded like that.“Message received,” I grunted out, moving across my office on shaky legs and flipping on the light in my private bathroom.So much for looking polished tonight.A few seconds with a comb and a little soap and water to remove Lenny’s crimson lipstick went a long way.
Her rejection had a magical effect on my dick, which was already softening even as my balls ached.It would be an uncomfortable night, but I had no one to blame but myself.I adjusted my tie and jacket, staring straight at the mirror, refusing to look at her while she fixed herself.
That wouldn’t happen again.Not when she so clearly hated the idea.Hated me, probably.She was only taking the job for the sake of survival.We were dead and had been for a long time.
And now, I had her name on a contract.I was essentially stuck with her.What the fuck was I thinking?
She said nothing when I joined her, only turning my way with her gaze trained on the floor.“I guess we should head downstairs,” she suggested in a hushed tone.
“We should.It’s going to be a big night,” I predicted, opening the door leading to the side stairs to the main floor.“Here’s your first lesson.I’m a real prick to work for and am never satisfied.”
The dismay that pulled her brows together helped ease the worst of my bruised ego, but it was nowhere near enough.
6
ELEANOR
That was close.
Too close.
It would’ve taken nothing for him to lay me across that supple leather sofa and do whatever he wanted.I was right there, at that moment, ready to give in until the backs of my legs touched the leather and woke me up, reminding me this was real.
The man devouring my neck was the man who humiliated me and never once apologized.
My body didn’t give a damn either way.I was uncomfortably wet as we descended the stairs and still a little dizzy.Probably because most of the blood that was supposed to power my brain had traveled south, swelling it, heating it, and making it seem completely logical to throw my pride and self-respect out the window.
No, thank you.
It was obvious he was not the man I thought he was.A sex club owner.Of all things I could have imagined him doing, that would’ve been at the bottom of the list.Not only that, but he ran high-quality establishments.
I knew that from experience, didn’t I?As freaked out as I was, visiting his club in LA, I felt safe.I knew nobody was going to hurt or use me.That was not the reason I had run.
Now that I knew who the man in the mask was, I was more relieved than ever that I made that choice.It was embarrassing enough, finding out I had let him take me to a private room where we would have done a lot of things I’d be mortified over by now.
At least I was the one who had walked away.I made the choice to desert him.It was amazing, the things I’d tell myself.
