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Not only is he Slate’s head bouncer, but as an ex-Army combat medic, he knows how to patch Lenny up enough to keep him breathing.
I take the stairs from the basement of Slate to the main floor. I stop by the employee bathroom to scrub my hands before I go out the back door where my SUV is parked. Impatient to get to where I’m going, I break all kinds of traffic laws as I speed through town.
By the time I pull up to the two-story house, the sun has already set and the shadows have come out to play. I’m usually getting home around this time, so I text Cat to let her know I’ll be a couple more hours.
I find the key I want, and unlock the door. The eerie silence that greets me when I push the door open would send many people scurrying away, but it only adds fuel to the fire slowly simmering inside me. The absence of any sound and the lack of light come as no surprise, since the person who lives here prefers to be in the dark anyway.
After taking off my wedding band, I drop it along with my keys and wallet on the small table beside the door. Passing the stairs leading to the second floor, I go to the kitchen. Once there, I head straight for the cabinet where the liquor is stashed and pour myself three fingers of whiskey. Tossing it back, I pour another. Twice more, I fill the glass.
As I stare out the window above the sink, I allow the effects of the alcohol to relax my tense muscles and wash away the guilt I feel.
Unclenching my hand from around the glass, I rinse it out and put it and the bottle back in the cabinet. My eyes adjust to the darkness as I ascend the stairs and walk down the dark hallway. It wouldn’t matter if it was pitch black and I couldn’t see anything. I could navigate the house with my eyes closed.
The closer I get to the last room at the end of the hall, the faster my blood pumps. The door is wide open when I approach, and only the moonlight shines inside the room. Across the room, fifteen feet away, is a big king-size bed, and on it is Scarlett.
My cock hardens and rubs against the seam of my slacks as I take in the woman. She wears a black lace bra that barely covers her cherry nipples and a scrap of material that hides the small patch of hair over her pussy and slides between the globes of her plump ass. Her long, raven hair with red streaks throughout falls over her shoulders and back.
She sits on the center of the mattress on her knees, her ass against her heels. Her chest juts out, her back ramrod straight, and her shoulders are squared. Her head is tilted down, her gaze on the bed before her, and her hands are palms down on her thighs. Two of her fingers, the right ring finger and the left thumb, carry silver rings. On her wrists are several wide, black leather bands. Her knees are spread about a foot apart, and if I were closer, I’d see dampness glistening on her thighs.
She is, without a doubt, a vision that would bring any man to his knees, and that includes me.
I take a couple of steps into the room and start working the buttons of my shirt through the narrow holes, before tossing the material away. My undershirt is next to come off. My hands move to the snap on my pants, but I only undo the button, leaving the zipper alone.
Scarlett doesn’t move an inch, not even a hitch of breath or a flutter of her eyelashes, giving no indication that she knows I’m in the room. But she does. She always knows when I’m near.
I turn on the small lamp on the nightstand before walking to the end of the bed. I take a long moment to simply stare at her, my eyes roaming over every inch of flesh exposed.
“Come closer, Scarlett,” I command.
“Yes, Sir.”
My cock jerks at the sweet cadence of her voice.
Rising to her knees, she slowly shuffles forward until she’s only an inch away from me, then drops her ass back to her heels. My head fills with the aroma of her intoxicating natural scent.
Her face is still bent down, blocking my view of her, which I don’t like.
Wrapping my fingers around her delicate throat, I tilt her head back with my thumb. The pulse beneath my hand flutters wildly. Beautiful eyes, lined with black eyeliner and lashes thickened with mascara, stare up at me.
“You know the rules, Scarlett. Your eyes remain on me.” I flex my fingers, tightening them fractionally. Her face turns a light shade of red. “You don’t ever hide them from me.”
Her gaze flickers with fear as she runs her tongue over her lips, but something else lies behind it. Something dark and needy. Something sinister and twisted. Something Scarlett searches for and only I can give her.
“Sorry, Sir,” she whispers. “It won’t happen again.”
Yes, it will. Like every time I come to her, she will continue to hide her face until I demand otherwise. It’s one of my rules, and she always breaks it because she loves being punished.
“Make sure you don’t,” I grunt, “or your punishment will be swift and not pleasant.”
Again, her eyes are filled with dark anticipation. Seeing the expression has my cock jerking.
Using my hand around her neck, I pull her face closer, then drop my mouth to hers for a rough, brutal kiss. My lips slam against hers so hard I taste the coppery tang of blood seconds later. She doesn’t mind. In fact, she moans and presses closer.
Yanking my mouth away from hers, I glare down at her.
“Take my cock out. I want it in your throat,” I growl.
She immediately complies, reaching for the zipper before the words fully leave my lips. She’s careful as she slides the metal tab down. My cock springs free, slapping against her hands, and she pushes my pants over my ass just enough so my balls hang out.
