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His words spurred me on, and I pushed back against him, meeting his pace with my own need. I cried out as the climax crashed over me, my body shaking as pleasure washed over me in waves. Rex continued to thrust through my orgasm, his own release close as he chased his peak.
“That’s it… let it wash over you. Come for me. Let me feel you tighten around my cock.” I whimpered as my body spiraled into another climax, my inner walls clenching around him, milking his cock as he continued to thrust. His body tensed as he pounded into me to find his own release. “Fuck, Laurel… tighten around me again… just like that.”
His body shuddered as he spilled himself inside me, his release triggering another wave of pleasure within me. We stood, joined together, for several long moments. Our ragged breath was the only sound in the room as we came down from the heights of pleasure.
Rex eventually pulled out of me, and his warmth leaked out of me as he stepped back. I bit my lip as he turned me around.
He pulled away from me, and I felt the cool air on my skin as he adjusted my shirt. I shivered, not from cold but from the aftereffects of the intense encounter we’d just shared.
He took a step back, and I was once again aware of the distance between us, not just the physical space but the emotional void that separated us. I could see it in his eyes, the barrier he’d erected to keep himself from truly letting go. It was as if he was afraid to let himself feel, to fully immerse himself in the moment.
I wanted to ask him about it, to find out what made him hold back. Over and over again he referred to our arrangement as a contract. So, I stood there, silent, searching his eyes for some hint of the passion that had flared between us just moments ago.
Without a word, he turned and led me out of the art vault, our footsteps echoing on the marble floor. It felt like we were leaving something unfinished, but I didn’t question him.
We reached my room, and he paused, his hand resting on the doorknob. “Get cleaned up,” he said, his voice cool and detached. “I’ll find something for you to eat.”
I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment as he walked away. Relief that I’d finally have a chance to gather myself, and disappointment that he wouldn’t be joining me. I knew it was foolish to want more after what had just happened, but I couldn’t help the longing that stirred within me.
Closing the door behind me, I leaned back against it, my heart still racing from the encounter. I felt a rush of conflicting emotions—exhaustion from the mind-blowing sex, frustration at Rex’s detached behavior, and a nagging curiosity about what made him tick.
Why did Rex hold back? What was he afraid of? And more importantly, should I even risk caring about him, as the man had made it very clear what he wanted from me? What if unraveling the mysteries of Rex Compton meant risking everything else?
Chapter 15
Rex
I stepped out of the town car, the night air cool against my skin. The street was dark, quiet, perfect for Luka's secretive affair. I turned, extending my hand to Laurel. She emerged, a vision in black, her dress flowing like liquid shadow. The sight of her bare shoulders stirred something primal in me, but I pushed it down. Tonight wasn't about that.
"Ready?" I asked her.
Laurel nodded, her eyes bright with anticipation. It grated on me, knowing part of that was for Luka's work. I would rather have her full attention, but I reminded myself of the concessions I made. Laurel wasn't like the others, she required a longer game.
We approached the nondescript building. No signs, no fanfare. Just as Luka preferred. I felt a flicker of curiosity about what he prepared this time. My friend always did have a flair for the dramatic.
"I wonder what the theme is." Laurel's whisper reached my ears. For the first time since she inspected the watercolor, there was genuine excitement in her tone. Something about it affected me right to my core. I'd be foolish to expect such enthusiasm to be directed toward me. That wasn't how any of my contracts worked… or what I wanted from any of the previous women. Yet, there I was, struck by the realization as if it had been a physical blow.
I shrugged, maintaining my composure. "Knowing Luka, it could be anything."
As we neared the entrance, I placed my hand on the small of her back, a gentle reminder of who she was here with. She stiffened slightly but didn't pull away. Good. She was learning.
As we drew closer, I noticed the steady stream of luxury vehicles pulling up to the curb. Sleek Bentleys, gleaming Maybachs, and even a few rare vintage cars that caught my eye. It was clear Luka's guest list was as exclusive as ever.
A burly man in a tailored suit checked our names against a tablet. With a nod, he gestured towards an inconspicuous door. I guided Laurel forward, my hand still at her back.
We stepped inside, and I was momentarily disoriented. Instead of the lavish gallery I expected, we faced a dimly lit corridor. The walls were rough concrete, a stark contrast to the opulence outside.
"This way." A young woman in black directed us, her voice barely above a whisper.
As we followed her, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. This didn't feel like Luka's usual style. We reached a set of stairs leading down, the air growing cooler with each step. It was only when we emerged at the bottom that I realized where we were. The cavernous space, the tiled walls, the abandoned tracks, we were in an old subway station. Leave it to Luka to turn such a place into his canvas.
The transformation was remarkable. Soft, moody lighting cast long shadows across the platform. Rich fabrics draped from the ceiling, creating intimate alcoves. And everywhere I looked, Luka's artwork adorned the walls, each piece more provocative than the last.
I glanced at Laurel, gauging her reaction. Her eyes were wide, taking in every detail. I could practically see her mind working, analyzing the art, the setting, the sheer audacity of it all. It was moments like these that reminded me why I was drawn to her in the first place.
Her grip on my arm tightened. "This is… intense," she murmured.
I leaned in close, my lips nearly brushing her ear. "Welcome to Luka's world."
