Page 80 of Hollywood Comes Home

“Ouch!” She jumped, spinning around.

I took the towel from her, dropping it to the floor. Then I picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder, taking long, quick strides to the bed. I bent over, dropping her back onto the middle of the mattress.

Opening the nightstand drawer, I retrieved a long, soft red rope. I took her wrist, carefully wrapping and knotting it around, then secured it to a metal ring on the headboard. Sauntering to the other side of the bed, I restrained the other to an identical ring. She watched helplessly in awe as I crawled between her legs, pressing my lips to each of her inner thighs.

“I want your legs to be free,” I whispered against her silky mound as I trailed my tongue between her slit.

“Why?” She gasped at the sensation.

Without warning, I shoved two fingers into her core while flicking my tongue on her swollen button. Her legs wrapped around my head, pulling me tighter against her flesh.

“That’s why,” I replied against her wetness.

Her moans and screams echoed through the house as she convulsed. Showing her no mercy, I continued my assault on her drenched core. Her pleads became urgent as she took turns calling out for both God and me. Leaning back to take in her stunning beauty, I watched her writhing beneath me. The moment I added a third finger, she came unhinged, soaking my entire arm.

“Chance.” Breathless, her eyes rolled back while meeting my slowing pace.

A whimper emerged from her lips when I removed my fingers slowly, wiping her essence on her nipples. Circling each pink tip with my tongue, I took one into my mouth as I entered her. Trembling, she shrieked, her legs hugging my hips. I slid my arm under her, holding her against me as I bottomed out.

“Can I please touch you?” She inhaled a sharp breath.

“Only because you asked like a good girl.” Reaching above each of her hands, I yanked the red ties, releasing her wrists and pulling them to my lips one by one.

Her nails dug into my back instantly, scraping hard, creating a painful sensation I loved. She clung for dear life while I fucked her. Meeting my pace again, she pushed her hips up, trying her best to take control.

“You didn’t want to touch me,” I growled. “You wanted to murder my back.”

Smiling, she buried her nails deeper into my flesh, scraping all the way to my chest. “You love… the pain,” she cried out.

“Just like you love when I destroy your cunt.” Without giving her another chance to speak, I reached between us, pinching her clit as hard as I could with the friction between us.

She let out a blood curling scream, squirting our bodies, her mouth agape in pleasure and pain. Within seconds, I crashed my lips into hers, kissing her with hunger as I filled her. “Fuck, baby, that was amazing,” I panted, rolling to the side as soon as I was coherent again.

She threw her leg over me, stroking my chest lightly with her nails. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a heavy breath. We laid still for what felt like hours until she finally spoke.

“Baby,” she put her palm on my cheek, turning my face to hers. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

As much as I wanted to forbid it, I trusted her. I trusted Ian and Luke. I trusted the security. It just pained me to think of anything happening to her because I let her do it. I never minded if she made her own decisions. I was just protective of her. And this time, I would choose to let her decide for herself.

I cupped my hand over hers on my face, circling my thumb. “I love you and trust Ian enough that he knows what he’s doing.” Lowering my hand, I massaged her breast. “But, if you so much as break a nail, I’m going to go crazy.”

She ran her thumbs across my creased forehead, smoothing the wrinkles she was giving me. “I’m a badass, trust me.”

“Yeah, but you’re also my everything, so let’s keep you in one piece.”

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The following night, Ian insisted I not escort Amber into the building, since Alejandro might be watching. He had Ice Man accompany her to work, and I left earlier to make sure I was there to greet her when she arrived safely. As Dragon and I entered the building before they opened, I heard music blaring from the main showroom. I waltzed in, stopping dead in my tracks when I saw Jenna on the stage in a hot pink and black sports bra and matching boy shorts.

Ian and Jade stood in front of the stage watching as she held the pole, spinning and twirling on it while dancing to her headlining song. Considering how pregnant she was, I was shocked, though she wasn’t flipping upside down and I figured she knew what she was doing. I was actually pretty impressed.

I strode to the stage, coming to a stop next to Ian, crossing my arms. He glanced over but returned his gaze to her.

“What’s she doing?”

“Besides making me hard?” He smirked. “The Queen wanted to dance, so I told her to dance before we open, though I’m pretty sure she’d empty some wallets right now.”

“Can she even do that while pregnant?” I curled my lip.

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