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CHAPTER5
Valentin
Interruptions.
I loathed them, was often furious when pulled away from my business to handle some issue or complaint. The knock on the door infuriated me. I was wired, hungrier than I’d ever been, my cock standing at full attention. The single taste of her hadn’t been nearly enough. Her scent lingered on my skin, the sweet taste of her nectar remaining in my mouth. I threw my head over my shoulder, taking several deep breaths.
“The champagne you ordered,” Cassidy whispered, the sound even more seductive than before.
“Oh, yes. Perhaps we’ll put it to good use.” I yanked my wallet from my pants, tossing them aside and heading for the main room.
She said nothing, but I heard her slight laugh, likely surprised I would dare answer the door without clothes. What the fuck did I care? I owned half the employees, and a good portion of the hotel. No one ever questioned what or how I did it. I grabbed my weapon, remaining cautious after what had occurred near the restaurant. The instances of irritation from the Poles had been high enough every soldier had been placed on notice.
Every indication was that Casimine had a particular plan in mind. Gathering information would soon become vital in order to disrupt his attempts at wreaking havoc on the organization.
When I opened the door, allowing in the room service, I waited until they were in the room before turning on a light. The girl was shocked, her face flushing as she stared at me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I mean…” She laughed nervously, turning away. It was easy to tell she wasn’t wearing a weapon, but I hadn’t seen her before, which would remain in the back of my mind.
I pulled out a tip then nodded toward the door. “It’s fine. Just leave.”
She barely jerked the hundred-dollar bill from my hand, scurrying out the door, giggling as soon as she’d crossed the threshold. I had no doubt she was used to seeing various proclivities in her line of work, the hotel a destination for celebrities and politicians visiting our lovely city. After locking the door, I grabbed the bottle of champagne, stalking toward the bedroom.
As I stood in the doorway, I took a few seconds to enjoy the view. Cassidy stood by the window, one hand on the glass as she peered out onto the darkly lit landscaping of Central Park. The moon was a perfect height in the sky to allow her silhouette to be highlighted, outlining every voluptuous curve, and the soft swell of her breasts.
I remained enamored by her beauty, the sweetness that only an angel could afford. However, she was a lamb to the slaughter. I’d yet to determine what I wanted to do with her. I’d proclaimed her as mine and a solid portion of my body and soul had meant the statement. However, her presence was a weakness if nothing else, a tool that could be used against me. As ruthless as I was in business, I wasn’t a monster. She didn’t deserve to be saddled with a life that would never again be considered her own.
But tonight I would enjoy a feast for the gods.
I carefully unwrapped the foil around the neck of the bottle, twisting the thick glass until the cork popped and floated into the room.
She stiffened, tipping her head over her shoulder. My God, she really was an angel, her face serene yet with a hint of mischief, her eyes gleaming from continued lust. I moved closer, taking long strides until she finally turned to face me. After taking a swig directly from the bottle, I closed the distance, wrapping one arm around her and pulling her close.
When I lowered my head, her body immediately responded, her back arching just like it had done every time I’d held her in my arms. Her hand floated to my face, her delicate touch unlike the roughness I’d extended earlier. But it was just as powerful, maybe more so, tossing gasoline on the existing fire. I pulled her even closer, dropping my head and pressing my lips against hers.
She pushed one hand against my chest as she parted her lips, allowing the bubbling liquid to flow into her mouth. I felt her shudder, her soft skin brushing against mine.
All I wanted to do was devour every inch of her.
As I swept my tongue inside, she tangled her fingers in my hair, her body language more insistent, her need increasing. I enjoyed the moment, our tongues dancing together as I explored her sweet mouth. Then I pulled away long enough to place the bottle on the nightstand, returning and immediately reaching for her.
A laugh bubbled to the surface, and she managed to dart away, shaking her head in an effort to deny me what was mine.
“You can’t have me,” she purred. While her actions were playful, she was pushing the lion to his breaking point.
“Come here,” I commanded, remaining exactly where I was, studying her intently.
“I don’t think so.”
I shook my head, taking a deep breath. “So, you’re a bad girl after all.”
“I am. It’s obvious you don’t know me very well.” She made a swift attempt at leaving the room altogether, one that almost proved to be successful.
She didn’t know me very well either. I easily wrapped my hand around her wrist, yanking her back, crushing her against my chest. When I fisted her hair, she took gulping breaths, daring to drag her nails down my neck. “You’re a bad man.”
“Yes, I am.”
I hurled her onto the bed as I’d done before, prepared for her to scamper to the other side. Then I dragged her toward me by her ankle, pushing her onto all fours. “What you’ll learn is that disobedience has consequences.”
