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And above the danger and concern over losing my job, the worry about what others would think, what terrified me the most waslosing myself in the only man who’d allowed me to feel free and alive.
But there was no turning back, no way out.
None…
CHAPTER 13
Jonny
Caustic beauty.
Possible mistake.
Uncontrollable need.
All three thoughts had entered my mind more than once, but nothing mattered any longer but being with her. I sensed Sedona remained concerned yet the draw to one another was inescapable. As she dropped to her knees, I threw back another gulp of scotch, but it wasn’t alcohol that could soothe the savage beast inside of me at this point. Only her. Tasting. Fucking. Using.
Taming.
The crazed need was surprising for a man who never lost control, whose entire world had been laid out since birth. I continued playing, something I hadn’t done in a long time. The release was entirely different than alcohol or sex, or even winning over anopponent. It felt free in an entirely different manner, capturing peace that I didn’t deserve.
She’d reminded me of that, giving me the gift of her verve and fight for control.
When she was close to the bench, I stopped playing altogether, shifting on the seat then fisting her hair, taking gasping breaths. She had a way of increasing the adrenaline running through my body to the point of near pain. The thirty minutes spent with her in the restaurant had been as close to being cathartic as anything I’d experienced in a long time, but I’d had the sense that we were being watched.
The danger was real, her life already changed forever. Should I feel guilty for doing that to her? Possibly. Did I? I wasn’t the kind of man to feel remorse for any of my actions. Besides, we’d become each other’s drug, one incapable of surviving without the other. When the fuck had I ever felt something so powerful and damning? The answer was easy. Never. For the few women I’d been with for longer than a single night, none of them had caused the kind of reckless reaction as Sedona already had.
I yanked her forward, ignoring the cries of discomfort. She’d awakened the darkest part of me, providing fuel to an entirely different fire burning within.
And I had to have her at all costs.
Sedona rose onto her knees, keeping her eyes on mine as she finished unbuttoned my shirt. There was a sly smile on her face as she eased the material over my shoulders, tugging until I allowed her to drag it from my body. The mere touch of her fingers kept me in my carnivorous state, the longing to be inside of her relentless.
When she reached for my belt, I sucked in my breath. I was a sadistic beast, longing to see parts of her body marked from my discipline, but tonight was about passion instead, increasing my hold on her. Soon she’d realize that it was too late. She’d become my possession.
I brushed my fingers through her hair as she fumbled with the thick buckle, even laughing at herself for a few seconds. Yet the moment she freed my cock, her focus increased, the look on her face as primal as mine had been. Without being told, she lowered her lovely head, wrapping her hot lips around my cockhead.
“Fuck.” I threw my head back, trying to control my ragged breathing. Her lips were on fire, the way her tongue swept back and forth already driving me crazy. I continued stroking her head, doing what I could to keep control of the sadistic side of me.
She knew exactly what she was doing to me, her eyes flickering with the same fire I’d been privileged to see so many times. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock, the other sliding underneath to my balls. She also had a way of rolling my testicles between her fingers, adding just the right amount of pressure to bring me close to an orgasm almost immediately. No woman had ever done that.
“Such a good girl. Aren’t you?” I’d sensed the praise was powerful, something she’d never heard before. I widened my legs as much as my trousers would allow, savoring the moment of being able to drink a fine scotch while the most beautiful woman on earth gave me a blowjob. There was something ridiculously decadent about the activity, but I didn’t give a shit.
Chuckling to myself, I closed my eyes, still stroking her head, tangling my fingers in her long strands of hair. She lifted her head, dragging her tongue along the side of my shaft, releasing her hold long enough to jerk my pants further down my legs. When she resumed her task, every sound she made exaggerated, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to tolerate her seductive actions but for so long. While I planned on fucking her multiple times as I’d done before, I wanted this time to last.
She issued a loud purr as she licked in zigzag motions up the length of my cock, taking inches into her mouth. I lowered my head, forced to blink several times, pressing my hand on the top of her head. The beautiful girl’s actions became more aggressive and the way she rubbed her hands down my legs more stimulating than I would have believed possible.
As she yanked one shoe off then the other, I jutted my hips up from the bench, impaling her mouth with my brutal action. She gagged yet didn’t stop what she was doing, tugging off my socks then jerking my legs free from the tight confines of the trousers.
I opened my legs even wider, using both hands to control her actions. “That’s it,cherie. Take all of me.” Was it possible her mouth was getting hotter? I laughed to myself, shocked that the sensations continued to increase. When I’d filled her mouth completely, the tip hitting the back of her throat, it still wasn’t enough. My cock was aching to the point of pain. Instead of releasing, I pushed her away, fighting to catch my breath.
She licked her lips in an exaggerated way, her eyes sparkling when she laughed. Seeing how comfortable she’d become when she’d almost risked running away from me at the restaurant was interesting. She rose to her feet, brushing the tips of her fingers along the side of the Steinway, leaning over the back edge as she reached for her wine.
I jerked up, grabbing the vase of flowers, taking it to the coffee table. She was watching everything I did, her soft murmurs constantly filtering into my ears. When I returned, thumping down on the stool, I ran my fingers up and down the keys. As I began to play a Broadway tune, one of the few I knew, I was surprised when she jumped up onto the piano, crossing her legs. As she began to sing, I shook my head. The girl had many talents, more than I’d initially thought.
While I’d chosen a somewhat melancholy piece, something my mother had taught me eons before, I watched her reflection in the glass. Her voice was truly beautiful, but the tone drifted into sadness.
When I finished it, I clapped in appreciation. “That was incredible.”
