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“JUST GET ME THE NUMBERS. I’m not having this conversation again.”
I hang up on Simmons. I know he’s hesitant, and that my father wouldn’t approve of my choice. But he’s not here, which makes this decision mine. I’ve spent the morning putting out fire after fire. That little spitfire, still fast asleep in my bed, is causing more of a headache than pleasure for me.
It’s been years. Dammit, possibly forever since I allowed someone the ability to make me lose my composure the way I did last night. I told myself no. I warned myself if I touched her the way she wanted, there would be consequences. But that mouth. She had no boundaries when it came to disobeying me. And that made me snap.
I only meant to scare her. Bring her to the brink and walk away. My plan was to cause her such distress, she would retract all the things her little mouth was spewing. Using those brash words, just last week she found offense in. I wonder what changed in her. What made her want what I was forcefully pushing on her.
Last week, after Fredrick threw her out, the days that followed were unbearable. No one bypassed my wrath. Staff was fired at the drop of a hat, members were pulled, and still, I felt the need to destroy. I went in search of a warm body—someone willing to submit to me and take the built-up aggression I was drowning in. But I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy them. I ended up getting my rocks off by my hand with the mental visual of one little mouthy girl.
I knew the moment she walked into Exquisite last night. The phone tracker notified me. She was still carrying it around. When she arrived, and not alone, I saw red. How dare she enter my club with someone else. A boy, no less. I watched through my mirror as she dragged him onto the dance floor. I saw right through her intentions with him. The way her body didn’t react to him the way I’ve witnessed. There was nothing there. Just deceiving intentions. Little did she know, I don’t fall for child’s play.
I asked Fredrick to finish the rest of the member tours and went downstairs to drag her and her boy toy out of my club. Not to mention the little brats trying to get drinks at the bar. But again, her mouth infuriated me. She thought she was going to make me jealous. Toss her little boy toy at me, as if I thought for a second she would let him touch her. She wouldn’t. That was a given. Because I knew what she really wanted.
I wasn’t going to give it to her.
But I did.
And as I stare at her still sleeping, naked and barely covered by the sheet in my bed, I debate over waking her with my cock in her mouth and my hand across her ass. Maybe tie her to my bed and fuck her in places my darkest desires ache to be.
I fucked her hard. And I can’t stop thinking about doing it again. And again. Her perfect little cunt submitted to me in the sweetest way. I knew having her in my mouth was going to test my patience, but when I snapped and shoved my dick so deep inside her, it felt like heaven. Her moans of pain and pleasure sifted through my eardrums like music. She was so tight. So wet. So willing.
She was a big fucking headache.
I swipe my palms down my face, trying to pull my eyes away from her perfect tits, exposed and taunting me. I should put my dick between them and fuck her until I blow on her chest. Come in her mouth and make her lick me clean. Jesus. I turn away from her. But not before noticing the faint bruises just above her hip bone. Pleasure mixed with guilt fill me. She is little. Delicate. I shouldn’t have been so rough with her.
But she loved every fucking second of it.
Fredrick watched me drag her off the dance floor. His tone this morning while giving me the breakdown of what I missed last night was more than telling. He disapproves of what I’m doing. He’s stated on more than one occasion he feels Jensen is nothing but trouble. And I completely agree with him. She shouldn’t be in this club. She can ruin everything my father built. Everything I’ve worked to maintain since the day I took over. But for the first time since I took the reins of Exquisite, I’m feeling a sense of clarity. And it’s all because of her. She makes me remember the person I was before I landed here. Before I became the man I am now.
She allows me to remember what freedom tastes like. Because that’s how I feel when I’m with her. And maybe that’s what makes Fredrick so on edge. He sees it in me too.
