I watched him go. He'd somehow managed to twist and turn everything I'd said around to suit his negative narcissism. He was skilled at that part of psychopathy, that was for damn sure. He might have gotten the last word this time, but I was determined to show him that he wasn't an evil person. Massimo was waiting outside the door. His face was thunderous as he allowed his brother to pass him. When he turned back to me, his eyes were cold and held my death. "Never again. Do you understand me?"I looked at the man. Let his threat roll off me like water off a duck's back. "Do you know that he plans to allow the Petters to kill him?"Massimo jolted slightly. "I won't let that happen."I snorted. "Yeah, and you and your wife seem to be doing a real bang up job making him face his demons."Massimo's hands clenched into fists. "What do you know of his demons? You barely know him."As if time was the only thing that allowed a deeper knowing of someone else. Sure, time was importan
I stood outside her door. My heart pounding in my chest, my belly twisted in knots. She hadn't touched me, had, in fact, kicked me from her room. And I was close to being more turned on than any other time in recent memory. Taking the few steps that would lead me back to my room, I opened the door, went in. Closing the door behind me, I looked at my bed. Felt my dick twitch at the idea of sitting on it naked because she told me to. And then having a discussion about sex. Hopefully, lots of sex. Lots and lots and lots of sex. I blew out a breath. Laughed at myself softly. She was right, we needed to get through this meeting with Mas and Ivan before we let the good times roll. Stubbornly, I refused to think about anything beyond tonight. No future plans for those on the chopping block. I could give her tonight. Give her all of my nights until we took the Petters down. Shoving away from the door, I walked deeper into my room. The closet was full of simple clothes in my style.
Inside, I was shaking. I hadn't felt him move. Hadn't felt the air shift. Nothing. One second my life was flashing before my eyes. The next, I'm on the floor and Raphael is threatening to kill himself to keep me alive. No one had ever offered to die for me. Most had barely noticed me enough to think about me twice. That this broken man had blurred into motion in defense of me? I was floored. And humbled. And pissed off. And turned on. I was going to beat him purple. Then fuck him until we both passed out. As soon as we got out of this infernal meeting and did our interview, he was going to be mine. Ivan got back to his feet. Swayed as he found his chair. He looked at Raphael, a look of pride on his face. "Nice shot. Good moves. Do it again, I kill you." Raphael burst into laughter. It had a crazy tinge to it that didn't bode well, but he sucked it all back in. Locked it down. I wiggled my ass against his dick. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough of a reward if the twitchi
My hands shook as I kicked off my pants like they were on fire. Standing in the room naked, I scrambled on to the bed. Excitement and nerves made me feel like I'd downed an entire bottle of champagne. My dick was a steel spike as it rose up from my lap as I sat in the commanded cross legged position. I wanted to cover up with a pillow, but she hadn't said anything about a pillow. Or covering up. And I wasn't going to take the chance that it would get me in trouble. Not this close to heaven. A soft knock on my door had my chest squeezing and my belly jolting. I opened my mouth to tell her to come in when the door swung open. She stood there. One dark brow raised on her pretty brown face. She was dressed in the same clothes. I was a little sad she wasn't naked or at least in her club clothes, but I figured I'd get to see those again some other time. She was here. And she wanted to dominate me. I shivered as anticipation raced over my skin. It stole my breath for a moment. Wat
I focused on my breathing. This guy...he alternately shredded and shored up my control. It was fascinating and infuriating at the same time. I couldn't wait to see what we would achieve together.We still had a few things to discuss however. Important things. Almost as important as the hard and soft limits. At least to me. And because they were important to me, we would be discussing them. At length. "For this next part, feel free to speak at any point. Don't interrupt me, because that's just rude, but you don't need express permission to speak." I held his gaze, let him see I meant what I said. He nodded. Smiled. "Thank you, Mistress."A thrill went through my body at his words. With previous partners it was rote. Just something that was expected-especially in the club. But from Raphael it felt special. More meaningful. Deeper. "Now, one thing I always want to discuss is need. Why do you need someone to dominate you? What do you think it will do for you? What can I do to
I rose through the layers of unconsciousness like I was on an escalator going up through the clouds. The bright piercing light of morning burned against my closed lids, but for once I didn't feel like something scraped off the bottom of someone's shoe. No. I was almost...happy. Which was weird. I couldn't actively recall the last time I was truly happy. "Stop thinking so loud," Nia mumbled next to me. Her arm was across my stomach, her face smashed into my shoulder. "It's too early to be thinking that hard."Since I still hadn't gotten permission to touch her, I just relished the feel of her body against mine. Last night hadn't gone at all how I thought it would. For one, there was zero sex whatsoever. For two, I'm pretty sure I'd been on the edge of crying like a little kid at least a couple of times. "Last chance, Raphael," she muttered. My dick jumped at the threat in her voice. Even as my bladder twinged, I felt my belly jolt. Last night rushed over me again. I'd neve
I hurried through my shower. By the time I got back into my room and into some clean clothes, I was almost giddy. My body still sent little aftershocks through my system. I've had some good partners in my day. But none quite so eager as the man I'd just had between my legs.And while Raphael's technique could use some polishing, the gusto and emotion he put into devouring me...I waved a hand in front of my face to cool it. The man could eat me any day. It was my own dumb fault for not getting through the rest of the interview process last night. I could have talked to him after I cuddled him for a bit. Now I was going without. But those were the consequences. My rules, my actions, my outcomes. I needed to make sure I was in control. Could exert that control with a firm hand. Not get lost in the emotions and sensations. That didn't make a good Dom. That made me someone with a power trip and no staying power. And we both deserved better. The smell of bacon and butter and me
I watched her drive away in Mas' car. And got punched in the belly-again-for the distraction. "Son of a bitch, Ivan." I yelled as I bent at the waist, struggling to find some damn air. He snorted. Bounced on his toes. "Stop googling for her."I laughed. "Googling?"He nodded. "Yes. Stop. Fight." He smashed his fists together. "Fight."Having learned what I needed from Nia, I asked him, "What's my goal?"He stopped dancing, gave me an odd look. "Goal?"I nodded. "What do I need to do?"His face screwed up into an expression that had me doubting my sanity, but I persevered. "Put you on the ground? Knock you out? Chop your neck? What's my goal?"A lightbulb went off in his eyes. "Knock me out." He nodded, started dancing again. He curled his fingers at me. "Come knock me out, little boy."In my mind, I ran through all the medical training that would most easily lead to making someone else lose consciousness. Hard blows to the neck. The temple-Nik's roundhouse kick to