I prise his head from my shoulder, cupping his cheeks, forcing him to look at me. “Take me with you.”
31
RAFE
Ihave no idea what the fuck is going on, but I’ve just blown my load inside a woman while fragmented thoughts of my daughter’s best friend splintered my consciousness. I’m ashamed to admit it, but as I emptied into her, surrounded by Diana’s perfume, it was like I was fucking Diana. I thought this would help get her out of my system, but it didn’t. This is worse than fucking my fist in the shower.
I’m dizzy from the orgasm and confused by that whispered call ofMr Bastion.But most of all, I’m consumed by the woman in my arms, the warmth of her skin, the light taste of salt on her skin, and the smell of Diana’s perfume.
I’ve used this woman. Pretended she’s someone else. Fucked her even though she isn’t who I want, because who I want, I can’t have. I didn’t mean to do it; didn’t want to do it.
And yet, I can’t bring myself to care.
Resting my head so my nose is pressed to her throat, I take a deep inhale and close my eyes. Like this, mind fogged with lust, the woman in my arms could be Diana.
In my head, it is her, regardless of the truth.
“I tried to resist you, I really fucking did,” I murmur, sliding both hands up her skirt, exposing her, but shielding her from view of anyone passing behind us. “I shouldn’t have done this. But God, did I fucking want to.” I kiss her again, rough and unyielding. “You’re wonderful. Perfect. You’re the only woman I want.”
A light laugh leaves her pretty pink mouth, which she presses to mine again almost before the sound is over, sending electricity shooting through me. “I’m irresistible,” she says between fevered breaths.
“Yes,” I agree.
Her soft lips graze the shell of my ear. “Let me make you happy. One more time, let me make you happy.”
“One more time, or one more night?” I rasp, desperation an unavoidable vibration through every word.
“Let’s take the whole night. I really missed your dick,” she says, squeezing her inner muscles against me where I’m still inside her. “It’s the best dick I’ve ever had.”
We disentangle, and I tie up the condom, tossing it in the bin. I fix my pants, tuck in my shirt, and smooth my hair. The woman shuffles her dress down over her hips and flicks her hair off her face, which remains mostly covered by the mask.
“Room 3,” she says, taking hold of my hand and giving it a gentle tug. “Give me a couple of minutes, then come and find me.”
She slips her fingers out of my grip and walks away, abandoning me to sink into the heady stupor induced by an orgasm I should never have had, and buzzing with the prospect of another fuck I definitely shouldn’t indulge in.
I could leave. I could go home to the penthouse where Diana is probably already asleep.
But what if she’s not asleep? What if she’shere?
Christ almighty, I’ve definitely lost it. I’m delusional.
I should go home, but I know I’m not going to. I yearned for another chance with this woman, thinking it would never happen, could never happen, before I ever felt anything for Diana. And something about being here, in the safety of Delirium, separates the act from its real-life consequences.
If I am going to hell tonight, then I want to fucking burn.
I knock on the door of Room 3, my heart hammering harder than my knuckles.
“Come in,” she says, her voice sultry but muted.
I push it open, close it behind me, and freeze.
Dim wall lights spread golden light through the room, and she’s sitting on the end of the bed, perched amidst black silk sheets, naked apart from her heels and mask, with her legs neatly crossed. She rests her hands back on the bed behind her, and she’s justthere, waiting for me.
I clench my fists at my sides as an inferno of need rages through me.
If this is hell, then she’s a fallen angel. I wish I could stay here with her for all eternity, never having to face the consequences of what I’ve done tonight and what I’m about to do.
“You don’t belong here,” I mutter.
