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“I can’t.”
For a moment, the mask of this little game that we’re playing starts to slip just a little bit. As much as I want to leave with him… as much as I want to finish what we have started here, I owe Marci. I can’t abandon her here. Certainly not without knowing whether or not she’s going to need me. I’m the whole reason that she came here tonight in the first place. It would make me the world’s worst friend if I walked away from her now in her hour of need. I have to know how things end with Xavier.
“I can’t leave Marci.”
He steps back toward me. “That’s fine. I don’t mind who hears you, gorgeous, I was just pretending to be a gentleman here.”
I lift my hand and place it against his chest with a soft laugh. “That’s not what I meant!”
“Your girlfriend is with Dario. She could not be in safer hands.”
Oddly, I don’t doubt the words that he’s speaking. I do believe that she’s safe with this Dario person. But I would be a fool to leave with him on nothing more than his word. My gut is rarely wrong, but it has happened on occasion. My hand drifts to my neck as the memory of being forced underwater only a few days ago flashes in my mind. I shove it away as forcefully as I can. But my voice is still rough and way too vulnerable sounding when I speak again.
“I have no reason to trust you.”
He shrugs. “You’re right. You don’t.” He slips his hands back in his pockets like he doesn’t trust himself to keep from touching me again as he steps away from me. “I will give you my word that he will deliver her home safely when she’s concluded her business. We can go and speak with her first, if you would like.”
Marci would hate that.
She likely doesn’t love that Dario is there with her since she doesn’t know him - but she’s also likely glad to not be facing Xavier without some sort of backup. She also doesn't like when her business is interrupted. The last thing that I want is to give her the impression that I don’t think she can handle her own shit.
I’m torn for only half a moment.
Marci is a grown woman. She has her phone and my location is on for her if she needs anything. “Somewhere close?”
The man grins and nods.
The moment that I motion for the door, he scoops me up and practically throws me over his shoulder. I don’t even have time to protest before his teeth are biting my ass right through my dress. He effortlessly carries me through the back of the club to a car that he somehow has waiting for the pair of us at the back of the club.
He deposits me in the passenger seat and buckles me in before jogging around the car to slide into the driver's side.
Refusal to be the one to jump his bones is the only thing that stops me from asking him to pull the car over and mounting him right there with the steering wheel as a seat.
The hotel is close, and he stops me from opening my own door and getting out on my own so that he can carry me into the building through a private back entrance. Helookedlike he had money, but the fact that he just has a place like this on standby proves just how much money he truly has. It doesn’t seem too weird to me in a city like this. My brother and all of his friends have places like this. Hell, half of the men that I’ve dated have had more money than brains. This truly isn’t any different, apart from the way that he’s treating me. I’ve never allowed a man tomanhandle me like this before. Chivalry is great and all, but only to an extent.
His mouth is back where it belongs before the elevator doors even close. His hand fumbles blindly behind him to press the button to put the thing into motion and up we go. Even though it’s faster than possible, it’s still too slow. This time when his teeth find my neck, Ifeelit. I’m going to have indents in my skin, if not love bites, where he lavishes attention on me.
He’s pushing my dress up and over my head before the elevator stops. The door chimes open and he’s got me in just the red lacy lingerie that I had chosen for the evening. He throws my dress into his penthouse suite before picking me back up. I fumble with his coat, forcing it off of his shoulders until it’s left wherever it happens to fall as he walks us toward what I presume is the bedroom.
My bra follows with a pinch of his fingers and his mouth kisses down my chest toward my breasts as he circles one with his rough grip. I love the bite of his fingers as he pinches my peaked nipple. My breath comes in shorter, heavier gasps as he kicks open the bedroom door.
How somebody as large as he is manages to move so fluidly is beyond me. The next thing I know he’s peeling my panties down with his teeth. It might be the hottest fucking thing that I’ve ever seen in my life.
Such a large, powerful man hovering over me, kissing my body and lavishing me with attention. Perhaps there’s something forsurrendering my total control every once in a while. My core clenches in anticipation as he nips and kisses a trail down my stomach toward my pussy. Right where I want him.
I can feel his breath gusting over my core, the wetness slicking the insides of my thighs cold in the air of the hotel room - and he stops.
“Ready to tell me what you want, gorgeous?”
My answer is to grab his hair and attempt to force his head right where I want that snarky mouth of his - but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t budge at all. I’m no bodybuilder but I’m certainly not weak either. It doesn’t look like he’s affected by my movement at all.
“Out loud. You have to use your words, remember?”
It shouldn’t be difficult. Why won’t the words come? I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting what he wants before I do. The stubborn streak in me runs deep. My tongue presses against the roof of my mouth as the words refuse to come. His hands find my thighs, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive tendon on the inside, I can feel myself getting wetter by the second. So close to what I want. Just an inch closer and he could fit those long, large fingers inside of me.
I try another tactic.
My hips shift, angling for either his fingers or his tongue, either will do right now
