Page 30 of Kings of Desire
I made a mistake by choosing her. I should have just picked one of the strippers from my club. For the money I paid, they would have done anything I asked. No questions asked. No further complications.
And still, I chose her. There was something about this girl that intrigued me ever since the first moment I laid eyes on her, back in Randy’s office. I like pretty things in all shapes and forms and she was as pretty as they came, just never figured that her mouth would be ruining everything.
Honestly, I couldn’t care less about her life’s problems. I wasn’t in for a relationship, maybe at best for a good time. Though my chances of having that were slim to none, especially after herconfession.
It was best to just let her out of my mind, though little did I know that an unsatisfied craving can lead a few hours later to the most absurd plan.
We rode back in silence. The target was eliminated and everything at this point was according to my agenda. I had finally revengedthemand even if it wasn’t my place to do it, I felt that it was my responsibility.
I may have rushed to speak. Everything was according to my agenda,except for her.
I did hope the dawn would catch us sharing a hotel bed, especially since she wound me up so badly back at the party, but I never took into consideration that she would be unconscious from the sedatives during this time.
‘Someone bring me her clothes from the club first thing in the morning,’ I instructed my driver then stepped out of the car, carrying her inside my home.
I never planned on bringing her here, especially since I haven’t had anyone around the place in so long, but I guess never say never. Not when it comes to such intense cravings.
With unhurried moves, I placed her on my bed, gazing at the blood that had tainted her dress. She couldn’t sleep like that, and she could definitely not wake up like that.
Trashing out the kitchen, I searched for a bowl which I filled with warm water, then snatched a small towel from the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to play doctor.
Strangely enough, I never took care of anyone else except me, at least not at this level, but the sky wasn’t opening and the angels weren’t playing some heavenly grace tune on my account. I’m more on Lucifer’s side when it comes to divine blessings, living under the motto that no good deed goes unpaid, and sooner or later, I will receive what I want.
I traced the damp towel over her face, carefully whipping all evidence of what happened tonight. Then, down her neck, drawing the sensual shape of her collarbone, lower and lower until it glided under the plump part of her chest.
A gasped moan drowned down her throat as my hand slipped on that edge between her breasts to clean all traces of redness. I wasn’t sure if it was a coincidence, or maybe she was moaning under my touch, but the sound had severe repercussions over my body. I was fucking hard in seconds, cursing at the poor manly construction, though without any real intention of stopping what I was doing.
All visible skin was clean now, but the blood spreading over her dress, was calling me to check beneath it andproperlyfinish my job.
The zipper of the gown purred open, as I tugged the material down her ankles, revealing at the same time an even more attractive set of shapes than I thought possible. Being totally unable to stop, my eyes lustfully traced every inch of her body. She wasn’t skin on bones, and she wasn’t fat either. Just the right things in exactly the right places, as if calling for me to merge with her.
After rinsing the towel, I brought it to her abdomen, then went up on her chest, removing the last tracks that brought her so much horror. That until the cloth got lost somewhere along the way and only my fingers were left in contact with her skin.
I couldn’t hold down a groan as the shape of her breast molded on my palm, drawing my thumb to circle that rosy tip that was calling so loud for my mouth.
The red scars from her fingernails were still there, marking fine lines that I urged to comfort.
I wanted to touch her so badly, for hours and hours, until she makes the bed squeak from the pleasure I cause, and she will eagerly return the favor. I want to make her mine, to feel her squirm around me until she would forget even her own name.
I was far from being a good man and she was definitely so close to being my meal for the day, but I was never going to take advantage of an unconscious woman. No, I needed her towillingly,give herself to me. Even though I had a feeling that I was going to force thatwillinglyto its last boundaries.
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I woke up with a strange music humming in my head, not one unfamiliar to me, but one that I never expect to hear - Chopin’s Preludes. My mother used to be a fan of the classics and it didn’t get much more classic than this collection. But who of the people I know could listen to this? And more importantly, where was I!? My eyes leaped wide open as I tried to raise myself from bed to discover in horror that I was only in the bottom part of my lingerie.
‘Jesus!?’ Though there was nothing sacred about my whereabouts. ‘What happened to my clothes?’ I questioned mostly to myself since there wasn’t anyone else around to ask.
‘They’re on the chair next to the window,’ surprisingly enough, someone answered, while a presence I now feared, found its way to the room.
Brax took a few steps in my direction, trying to show me the way, but luckily my instincts acted before he could reach me, snatching the quilt off the bed to cover my exposed chest.
‘As I said yesterday,no need to cover yourself.’ And I was starting to think he was right since he has already seen most of me anyway.
‘You undressed me,’ I quivered, holding on tightly to my fluffy shield.
‘And washed you. Some gratitude would be in order.’ The man always wanted something in return.
‘Gratitude!? You put me in that position.’
