“How much did he pay you? I’d love to know exactly how much your integrity is worth, you know, for future reference.” Anger boiled inside Lydia like hot oil, spitting out and lashing at the nearest person.
“He didn’t give me a cent. I listened to him. And though I admit he did not go about things in the right way, I truly believe he went about them for the right reason.” Stephan pushed open the frosted glass door that separated the room from the rest of the hall and stood to the side to allow Lydia to pass. “I’ve known you both for a long time, and I know he can sometimes leap before looking. And you can sometimes look too much and not listen enough. May I suggest you open your ears and your mind? I think you will find his words most interesting.”
Reluctantly, Lydia stepped through the door into the large room. At first she thought it might be empty. She had expected Damian to simply be standing inside waiting for her. But no. That wasn’t his style, and she knew it. Damian didn’t do anything halfway. When he decided to pursue her, he attacked the prospect like a problem and formulated a plan over several months. When he demanded she stay with him for two weeks, he bought her an entire wardrobe and built her an office.
Winning her back would obviously be no different.
Against the wall where she herself had stood so many times, Damian now stood chained in the exact position she had been in when they first laid eyes on each other. And much like her, he was completely naked, his cock standing out proud and strong from between his hips. Lydia wished she could say seeing him in that position did nothing to her, that her body, heart, and mind did not have a single reaction. But that would be the lie to end all lies. Because not only did they all have a reaction, they all had the same reaction. Need.
“What are the rules for this room?” Lydia turned to look at Stephan, who still stood in the doorway.
The club owner smiled and nodded toward Damian. “The only rule Damian has requested is that you be the only one allowed to enter. You may do whatever you wish to him.”
She quirked one eyebrow up, turning back to the man who had made her feel so many things, including betrayal. “Interesting.”
“May I say, I’ve known Damian, or Razor as I call him down here, for many years. He has never once, to my knowledge, prostrated himself like this in or out of the club. I believe that says something about his feelings for you.” With a slight nod, Stephan smiled and left the room, clicking the lock behind him.
His words certainly gave Lydia pause. Everything she knew about Damian told her he was a proud man. This act of being strapped naked to a wall would not be easy for him. Despite the enormous hard-on he currently sported, she knew this wasn’t his type of thing.
With a sigh, she walked closer to where he stood. Unlike her, he didn’t need a platform to put him at the correct height for the carabiner to hold his restraints, so he stood flat-footed on the warm tile floor. As she got closer, his head tilted up from his focal point on the floor, and she didn’t miss the way his dick twitched either. Finally, when she was no more than a foot away from him, his eyes made contact with hers, and what lay behind them almost made Lydia gasp.
The usually proud and quick man looked tired, haggard. The features of his face and body still came together to form a prize specimen of manhood, but there was a hollowness there that had not been before.
“Angel, I think you can see I have nothing to hide. If you’ll let me, I’d like to explain the email you saw. All the little things that made you distrust me I promise are nothing more than misunderstandings and poor decisions on my part.” The sincerity in his voice went a long way to chipping away at the walls around Lydia’s heart.
“Why do they call you Razor here?” She crossed the room to a hidden panel in the wall where they stocked toys, condoms, massage oils, and any other accessories one might desire during their time in Zion.
Damian laughed a little, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which followed her movements. “The nickname is actually a holdover from college. I wasn’t a rich kid and rode this damn Razor scooter everywhere to make sure I made my classes on time. When I came here, I kept it, reclaimed it from something with a mocking edge to something with a slightly sinister edge. Though none of my tastes ran very sinister. Why did you pick Angel?”
“Because it gave people a certain preconceived notion that I liked flipping on its head. I think it is pretty obvious I’m no angel.” Lydia picked out a small bullet vibrator, turning it on to make sure the batteries were fresh. The little thing bounced to life in her hand with a loudbzzz. She grabbed a small bottle of massage oil and placed it in the back pocket of her jeans. “Why did you really track me down and blackmail me?”
Their gazes met from across the warm room, and she could no longer deny that she had missed the passionate, crazy man before her. They may have spent only twenty-four hours together, but they had left a lasting impression that she knew she would never get over.
“I never had any intention of blackmailing you. I wish now I’d had the strength to stay away from your scene the night before our meeting. Everything would have been different if I had only had the restraint to stay away that night.” Damian’s hands jerked forward in his cuffs, as if he wanted to reach out and grab her but couldn’t. It was then Lydia noticed the cuffs were similar in nature to her own, meant to look like a piece of jewelry on any other day.
“How do you figure?” Lydia stepped forward, gliding her empty hand up over Damian’s smooth bronze skin. Each muscle rippled beneath her delicate touch.
A stuttering groan escaped his throat at her first touch. “My original plan had been to propose the app expansion, to convince you to get into business with me, and then to win over your heart at a nice, normal pace.”
“Mmm, but you don’t work well at a normal pace, do you?” Pressing the button on the bullet, Lydia rolled the little toy over Damian’s nipple, not lingering before rolling it down the dips and swells of his abs.
He gasped, his hips thrusting forward, brushing his hard cock against her side. “I think I proved during our night together that I can be effective at any pace. But when I found out you had a membership here and a room reserved for the very night before my appointment, I couldn’t resist.”
As she listened to his explanation, Lydia continued to roll the bullet over Damian’s tensed flesh, dipping low on his hips, but not close enough to anything important to feel too good, then back up along his arms as far as she could reach. Their bodies were pressed flush together, and his cock was trapped between them. With their mouths almost touching, Damian spilled his truth, and she listened. Truly tried to listen.
“So I stood at the back of this room.” His voice was little more than a breath. “I watched as people touched what I believed should be, and would be, mine. It turned me a little crazy.” Lydia backed off, rolling the toy down, down, down past his chest and stomach, around the base of his manhood. His head thumped back against the wall while his body arched out, trying to deepen their contact. “Then I touched you, I made you come, and it all clicked together. I had to have you. No waiting, no wooing. I needed it immediately. Fuck, I missed your touch.”
Lydia fell to her knees before him, and his head immediately snapped down to look at her. She knew what he was thinking. They hadn’t done this during their one night together. And she had missed it. She loved holding the power of a man’s cock in her mouth, watching these strong-willed, alpha men weaken to the point of groveling and begging to fuck her mouth. There was no rush like it. And she had a feeling she’d be able to make Damian roar.
“And the email? What your friend said?” Lydia took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking and pulling it away from his body, at the same time she rolled her hand containing the bullet up his shaft, pressing the button on the end again to ramp up the speed.
Damian’s body went wild, hips punched into her hand—aided by the little toy, jaw clenched with the rush of sensations, every muscle taut with the effort to hold himself up. “He’s an idiot about women. Has been since college. Fuck, holy shit. I want your mouth on my cock, please. Fuck, fuck.”
With a pop, Lydia released his testicle, shaking her head no as she moved to the other one. However, she did tighten her hand on his cock, increasing the speed she shuttled up and down that angry, throbbing length.
Through gritted teeth, Damian continued his explanation. “I set Brant straight. He knows there won’t be any more women. Whether you forgive me or not. I’m done with that life. Just you now. Just you. And to prove I’m not out to get your company, I sent all the coding for the new app over to your chief technical officer. She’ll be able to take it and run with it. I want to help. Want to be a part of your successes, but not if you think I’m doing it to take over. I just want to make your dreams come true.”
Halfway through his speech, Lydia froze, shocked by his words. He wanted only her, for the rest of his life? He sent all the coding for an app potentially worth millions to her company without asking for even a dime?
