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Bea didn’t even know what had happened as the needle entered her neck. The very next second, she was quiet. She had fallen into my arms, sound asleep while I suddenly found myself with a new burden in my life.I needed to babysit her.
Chapter 30
She fucking flipped out on me so I had to calm her down somehow. It was either the injection or a bullet, and in a clear state of mind, she would certainly have chosen the first option.
I made a mistake by choosing her. I should have just picked one of the strippers from my club. For the money I paid, they would have done anything I needed. No questions asked. No further complications.
And still, I chose her. There was something about this girl that intrigued me ever since the first moment I laid eyes on her, back in Randy’s office. I like pretty things in all shapes and forms, and she was as pretty as they came; I just never figured that her mouth would ruin everything.
Honestly, I couldn’t care less about her personal problems. I wasn’t in for a relationship, maybe at best for a good time. Though my chances of having that were slim to none, especially after herconfession.
It was best to just let her out of my mind, though little did I know that an unsatisfied craving can lead a few hours later to the most absurd plan.
We rode back in silence. The target was eliminated, and everything at this point was going according to my agenda. I had finally avengedthem,and even if it wasn’t my place to do it, I felt that it was my responsibility.
I may have spoken too quickly… everything was according to my agenda,except for her.
I had hoped that dawn would catch us sharing a hotel bed, especially since she wound me up so badly back at the party, but I never took into consideration that she would be unconscious from the sedatives during this time.
‘Someone bring me her clothes from the club first thing in the morning,’ I instructed my driver, then stepped out of the car and carried her inside my home.
I never planned on bringing her here, especially since I haven’t had anyone around the place in so long, but I guess never say never. Not when it comes to such intensecravings.
With unhurried moves I placed her on my bed, gazing at the blood that had tainted her dress. She couldn’t sleep like that, and she could certainly not wake up like that.
Trashing out the kitchen, I searched for a bowl that I filled with warm water, then snatched a small towel from the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to play doctor. Strangely enough, I never took care of anyone else except me, at least not at this level, but the sky wasn’t opening and the angels weren’t playing some heavenly grace tune on my account. I was more on Lucifer’s side when it came to divine blessings, living under the motto that no good deed goes unpaid, and sooner or later, I will receive what I want.
I traced the damp towel over her face, carefully whipping away all evidence of what happened tonight. Then, down her neck, drawing the sensual shape of her collarbone, lower and lower until it glided under the plump part of her chest.
A gasped moan drowned down her throat as my hand slipped on that edge between her breasts to clean all traces of redness. I wasn’t sure if it was a coincidence, or maybe she was moaning under my touch, but the sound had severe repercussions over my body. I was fucking hard in seconds, cursing at the poor manly construction, though without any real intention of stopping what I was doing.
All visible skin was clean now, but the blood spreading over her dress, was calling me to check beneath it andproperlyfinish my job.
The zipper of the gown purred open, and at the same time I was tugging the material down her ankles, an even more attractive set of shapes than I thought possible was revealed. Being totally unable to stop, my eyes lustfully traced every inch of her body. She wasn’t skin and bones, and she wasn’t fat either. Just the right things in exactly the right places, as if calling for me to merge with her.
After rinsing the towel, I brought it to her abdomen, then went up on her chest, removing the last tracks that brought her so much horror. That until the cloth got lost somewhere along the way, and only my fingers were left in contact with her skin.
I couldn’t hold down a groan as the shape of her breast molded on my palm, drawing my thumb to circle that rosy tip that was calling so loud for my mouth.
The red scars from her fingernails were still there, marking fine lines that I urged to comfort.
I wanted to touch her so badly for hours and hours, until she would make the bed squeak from the pleasure I cause, and she will eagerly return the favor. I wanted to make her mine, to feel her squirm around me until she would forget even her own name.
I was far from being a good man, and she was definitely close to being my meal for the day, but I was never going to take advantage of an unconscious woman. No, I needed her towillinglygive herself to me, even though I had a feeling that I was going to force thatwillinglyto its last boundaries.
Bea didn’t wake up ‘till noon... And of course, with a bitchy attitude, because I had undressed her. Like the alternative was any better. She fucking freaked out because of the blood splattered on her dress. I was in order for some gratitude, not her doing my head in.
I couldn’t stand there and listen to her complain about whathorriblethings I did. I wasn’t high on the moral value scale. I didn’t give a dime about that. But I hadn’t forced her to take the mission either. It was her decision to accept the deal. The same way she chose to use The Pleasure Room to solve whatever was going on in her life at the time.
I left her in the bedroom to dress and fucking calm down. Temper was never my strongest quality, so I decided to wait for her in the living room.
That didn’t work out that great either since she seemed eager to get out the door. ‘I’m ready to leave.’
Somehow she didn’t fucking get it. I was the one deciding who stays or goes, the same way I was the one deciding who lives and who dies. ‘Who said that you were leaving? Sit down.’
At least she came to her senses before it would have been too late. She was finally listening and I had something important to say. An offer she couldn’t refuse — a spot in my bed.
‘I’d like to extend my bidding.’
