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I down the rest of my wine, refilling the glass. “Wine?” I offer to pour for her from my personal bottle of Pinot.
“No, thank you.” The smile drops from her lips. “I don’t drink much.”
“Don’t like the taste?” I take a long sip of the smooth bright wine.
Her gaze clouds. “I don’t like to… make poor decisions.”
I go to correct her, to harass her further for her poor decision-making tonight, but she stops my words with a gentle hand on mine.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here, and when I realized that, I tried to correct it, but I didn’t know how.” Her hazel eyes capture mine. There goes my damn heart again, racing in my chest. “I really am a good girl. I’m an honest person. I don’t make a habit of lying. I don’t like it. It makes me feel bad and cringey inside and… and I just… I just...”
Her words trail off as her hand slips from mine. Worry creases the corners of her mouth. I believe her.
So what is going on to push her to make these choices? I thought maybe she just came across a little trouble and went to the Accardis for some help. Whatever she’s gotten herself into, it’s deep. She’s really scared of something or someone. Isn’t she?
I twist the stem of my wineglass between my fingers. “You’re not just in trouble. You’re in danger. Aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She nods. She takes the linen napkin from her lap, dabbing at the corners of her eyes. My God. Are those… tears? My breath does that funny thing again, my chest closing in on itself, tightening.
“But you won’t tell me. Will you?”
She shakes her head, still dabbing at her eyes.
I will find out what kind of danger she is in. “We’ll have to see about that. We still have our game to play.”
Her eyes reach mine, that fearful hint of desire playing in her irises, making my cock grow hard once more.
I want to know the truth. And I know how to get what I want.
7
Kylie
He holdsmy hand as we make our way from the banquet hall. The experience of walking through the halls at his side, with his confident swagger and his big, warm, strong hand around mine, sends butterflies through my belly.
All eyes are on us, and I mean all. Dozens of beautiful strangers pretend not to stare while openly staring. Nerves flood me and I focus on my steps so I don’t trip over my own feet. I smooth my hair with my free hand, then straighten the chains at my shoulder.
The staff tries to remain professional, but I catch their sneaky glances. The clients and their guests are all out gawking, some with envy in their eyes. I remember Keisha’s words about there being a line of women wanting to be with Cannon…Lucky girl.The club really is acting as if they aren’t used to seeing him with someone on his arm.
What makes me different?
He takes me to a new room, a small room off the main entrance of the mansion. It’s a coat closet, furs and trench coats hanging from a wooden rod. There’s a long wooden bench covered in, of course, black leather. He takes a seat, his legs wide, casual-like. I stand there, clasping my hands, unsure of what to do with myself.
His smoldering eyes roll lazily up to meet mine. “Do you want to play?”
“I…”
“Let me guess.” He smirks at me. “You don’t know?”
I nod.
He stares at me, spreading those muscular thighs. He grabs my hand, pulling me over his lap, his patience used up. He’s made the decision for me.
“Oh!” My legs hang down, my arms stretching out over the long bench. I tuck my elbows in at the outside of his thigh, pushing my chest up a bit. His thighs are hard under my belly. My swollen clit presses against his lap. I want to rub against him, my body demands friction.
I’m laying over his lap like a naughty little girl. He’s in total control over me and all I ever seem to be able to do around him is stutter out three words.I don’t know.One thing I do know, my body is curious, aching for him to do something about it.
His hand glides over the silky fabric of my outfit. With no panties on underneath, the material so thin, I can feel the warmth of his skin. He cups the bottom curve of my right ass cheek in his palm.
