Page 44 of Kings of Desire
‘Don’t play dumb,’ he growled as if I was attempting to insult his intelligence ‘Look at me.’ The final order was bringing the last pieces of his plan together.
My eyes glanced straight into his cobalt pools while my hand began moving again over his manhood.
The embarrassment I felt hit epic levels, but there was something more to this. A crescendo of pressure gathered in my mid-waist with every stroke of my hand that was causing his pupils to flare.
I glided my hand faster and faster, helped by the damp signs of his arousal. Strangely, I was beginning to feel in control as his eyes were instinctively closing and opening from the pleasure, losing the iron gaze with which he was subduing me. A false control though, since the sexual energy he was releasing began having repercussions on my own body. A deaf pain was pulsing right above that sensitive spot between my thighs while the bra I had on seemed to be tormenting my overly sensitive nipples.
I needed to end this, and since I was always a fast learner, I linked the path of each of my movements with every twitch and expression blooming on his face. I noticed how the rise of pressure was spiking his breath, and how the quick finger ran over the smooth part of his tip was making his jaw clench, building stronger his elation.
I owned his ass now. Well, it was actually the other way around, but a girl can dream, can’t she?
With only a few more repeated moves, his feet buckled into the ground and the warm liquid signaling his undoing covered my hand.
Thekinggot his wish and I was quite certain this was only the first of many.
Looking back into his eyes, I noticed they were more shocked than filled with some sort of relief. I was strongly expecting the last part or even a hint ofgratitude...I know that was a good one. I must have been delusional at that time.
Still, I had a problem that needed to be solved, and with my free hand, I reached for a pack of tissues I had in my jacket, toclearthe messy situation I had on my hands.
Cole never said a word and just expected me to be done, eyes even colder than before and fists impelling to crack under the pressure of their own grip.
‘Ms. White,’ the teacher called out my name the same moment I was finally breaking free from under his jacket. Shit, I was in trouble since I didn’t have the slightest idea what she was talking about.
‘Yes,’ I babbled, not knowing what she wanted from me, but before I could play dumb and be hit with on-spot amnesia, the same disapproving shake of the head came from Cole, getting her to quickly change her mind.
‘Not you, I meant Ms. Brunswick,’ she mumbled annoyed, yet helpless at the same time.
What was Cole? Earlier I thought that I was imagining things and that the teacher had a change of heart to let me attend classes, even though I wasn’t sure she even had a heart, to begin with. But now...now he was displaying a drop of his power, of his authority that I was certain stretched out to the highest levels.
Yes, I regretted what I had just done. I loathed myself for it and felt so dirty that nothing could wash this away, but on the other hand, I was certain it was the right decision since he was definitely the man I needed to protect me.
‘You’re dismissed for today,’ he rose from the chair and walked straight out the door without anyone asking him a question. Who would have dared anyway?
I tried clearing my thoughts, though it was useless. I even took out a pen to get some of the notes down on paper, but my mind raced to awhole different place. I had another encounter scheduled for tonight. One that could hold no postponement.
Chapter 10
The classes were finally over and I managed to sneak out without running into Cole again.
Brax was next on my list, but I needed to go home and change…The only problem was that I had nothing to change into.
I had to stop and buy myself a dress. It pained me to throw even $40 on something for me, but I didn’t own anything that I could wear to a club, and stopping at The Pleasure Room to borrow something didn’t seem fair.
I found a black classic bodycon in a discount store and took it home to get ready for the night. Much easier said than done,since I didn’t seem to be able to get one single thing right as my hands kept shaking at the thought of seeing Brax again.
Leaving my apartment, I signaled for a cab. The dress was preventing me from taking the bus since all the sleazy gazes would be set upon me, so there went another $15. ‘To Orchid Street, there’s a club there. You know it?’ I asked the driver since I didn’t even know where the location could be.
‘Yeah, some bigshot kingpin owns it. Classy place. I took a broad there once.’
Kingpin... Shit. The word shook me, reminding me of his undeniable street authority, and of what exactly I was getting myself into.
We arrived much faster than I would have wanted to, while the strange sensation that I was about to face the executioners’ scaffold was grinding deep within me. But there wasn’t an option for me to remain in the cab for the rest of the night, so after paying the driver, I made my way to the club.
‘I’m here to see Brax,’ I announced to the bouncer that was standing in front of the club door, yet he didn’t seem to be the least impressed, making me wonder how many times he actually heard those words.
‘Get in line,’ the man gestured to look behind me at the line formed in front of the club.
