Page 10 of A Tortured Temptress
"Shane no, please I can't lose this job," I hear Giselle beg me as I feel her hand on my back. That's the only thing keeping me from pulling a gun and stuffing it in his mouth to pull the trigger, splattering his blood and brain matter across his friends.
"Oh heck," one of his local friends says when he hears Giselle confirm my name.
"Trey don't argue with him. Just let it go," he tries to stop the fecker but he's not listening. The fecker stands up to me but I look down at him from my six-foot one height to his probably five nine.
"Listen to your friend Trey, I'm not the kind of man you want to go up against." My voice is deep from my anger but the guy acts like he doesn't hear me.
"If she's your woman you shouldn't let her flaunt her whore ass around in that outfit. I can pay." He reaches into his back pocket for his wallet. When he pulls it to the front, I grab his wrist and twist it while bending. I hear the break of the bones and he screams. My other hand plows into his face breaking his nose before I twist him around and throw him at one of the bouncers.
"He's never to return here." I turn and look at his friends. "If you want to leave with him, go right ahead. If anyone of you talk to my woman like he did or touch her, I won't hesitate to break you too." I throw her tray at another bouncer who grabs it. I swing around and pick her up in my arms making sure to keep her arse covered when her dress raises. I start to move back the way I came. "Find someone to cover her area." I order Rory and he nods. Aidan has a huge grin on his face as I pass him. When I get upstairs, I open the door to the conference room and slam it closed locking it. I don't put her down until I'm in front of the table. I drop her on the table where she tries to adjust her skirt.
Gripping her head gently in my hands I tilt her head up to look at me.
"You're coming home with me tonight. We'll discuss this job situation tomorrow, but I'm done with you running and keeping me out of everything. You hear me, Giselle." I wait until she nods ever so slightly. "I'm not leaving. I'm here for you. I can protect you from whatever you are running from." Her eyes flare and I know I hit it on the nose. She's running. I lower my head until I'm just over her lips waiting for her. She doesn't disappoint.
Giselle's head raises slightly and our lips touch. Hers so tentative and soft. I press against their fullness and relish the feel of them under mine. I nibble on her bottom lip, and she opens for me. My tongue slides against hers, her taste bursting across my senses and I'm hooked forever. No woman will ever taste like she does. I groan and release her face to wrap my arms around her pushing her back to the table.
I devour her mouth and she does the same to mine. When I need air finally, I come up and both of us are out of breath. Moving to her neck I kiss down to her cleavage noticing that she isn't as exposed as I originally thought, she has a flesh toned tank top covering her scars and breasts. I pull it down so I can kiss between her luscious breasts. Her C-cup breasts fit my large hands and I love them through her black bra. Her back arches and she's fully into what I'm doing. I want to take her right here and right now to erase the image of that man touching her. Touching what is mine.
"Shane please," she begs, and I look up at her. Her green eyes are bright, her body flushed. Her lips are swollen. Lifting up I go back to her mouth taking her lips again until she's pushing against me. "I want you," she moans, and I'm lost to her.
I should give her soft and sweet, but I've realized that she likes to be in control here. I can bury my urges to mark her and dominate her if it means that I get her. I rip her dress open not caring that I destroyed it. She's never wearing it again. I'll take care of her.
Pulling the tank top and then the cups of her bra below her breasts I take them in. The nipples pink, erect, and begging for me to suck them in. I lean forward and suck the nipple along with a portion of her breast into my mouth needing as much of her as I can in me. Her hands dig into my hair pressing me in tighter.
"Yes Shane, bite it, mark it. Make me yours," she tells me, her voice a purr against my senses and soothing the beast inside me a bit. I pull off and suck the tender flesh marking her just as she asked. I kiss down her body marking and biting her soft skin. I kiss her scars and slide my tongue against them loving them because they are her. Her moans and commands don't stop. When I finally get to her black panty covered pussy, I pull them to the side and dive in taking her clit in my mouth and sucking it hard. I feel her hands in my hair pulling at the strands and I suck harder taking her higher, but her voice is what stops me.
"No. Stop," she cries, and I look up her body. She's trembling and tears are rolling down her face. I raise back over her.
"Mo chroi, did I hurt you," my body is tight, and I'd shoot myself before I'd hurt her.
"Don't tease me please. I promise I'll be good," she begs me, and I hear the fear. I want to kill the fecker who scared her.
"He didn't let you come did he. The fecker held your orgasm, didn't he?" I can't keep the gruffness from my voice, and she nods. My hand slides against the side of her face scooping up the tears. "I'll never do that to you. I'll give you everything you want and deserve."
"I'm scared." Her voice is so soft I barely hear it.
"How can I make this go back to where you were before?" I want to give her what she wants always.
She pushes back and I fear she's going to push me away completely, but her next words stop me.
"Sit in that chair and let me fuck you." Her voice is firm and full of need. I pull off my jacket not caring that my double rig is exposed. Then I unbuckle my slacks. I leave them and my shirt buttoned up though before I sit in the chair she indicated.
I watch as she slides off the table, shrugs her shoulders letting the dress fall off her body. She then lifts the tank over her head and pulls the pins from her hair, so the thick locks fall around her. I'm entranced as she unhooks her bra and drops it. I decide in that moment I need to hold off the pending orgasm I am about to have. So, I open my slacks and pull out my cock squeezing the base because I'm going to come from just watching her strip for me. When she's standing in front of me in only her black high heels, she moves toward me. The confidence she's displaying right now has my balls pulling up. She reaches out and rests her hands on my shoulders, her knees on each side of my lap. My hands are still wrapped around my cock when she lines me up with her core. I'm not expecting her to drop her weight.
We both groan and she throws her head back, her breasts in my face. She's so tight I know that she wasn't quite ready for my size, but she took it all in one long slide. I grip her waist holding her in place, but she pulls up with her hands on my shoulders and slams back down onto me. Pelvis to pelvis I rock slightly so that I hit her clit.
"Touch it now," she orders me, and I move a hand between us to rub circles around her clit. I feel more of her desire slide from her body across my balls and my grip on her waist tightens more.
She doesn't stop, she keeps moving over me. My balls pull up and I don't want to come before her. I lean forward and bite her neck across her carotid. She screams and comes hard grinding herself down on me. I takeover pulling her up and slamming her back down on me until I can't hold it anymore. I slam her down hard and come, ejaculating every bit of my cum deep into her. I feel her cervix and my cock explodes with more as she screams my name again.
Chapter Four
GISELLE
Sitting next to Shane as he drives Aidan back to the compound, I'm a bit dumbfounded with my behavior. Watching him defend me with the guy at the club turned me on in ways I've never been before. But when he gave me the control, I needed in the conference room was better than anything I ever thought possible. He was amazing. I don't regret any part of it except maybe the part where we didn't use a condom. I have an IUD in, but it was something we never discussed before it happened.
He insisted I wear his shirt and he's currently shirtless under his jacket. I keep side eyeing him to see his bare tattooed chest. Even the holsters of guns don’t scare me. Deep in my soul I know he'd never hurt me like Britain did. He was so worried he did when he went down on me, but I freaked out because one of the last times Britain and I were together he withheld my orgasm as punishment, and I remembered the pain. Shane just wanted to fix and soothe me. He didn't force me to do anything I didn't want to do.
