She ran her tongue under the head of his penis, paying extra attention to the dip where he was particularly sensitive. He groaned, let go of her nipples and took hold of her head. She jumped against him in reaction and almost brought her hands up, but thought better of it, knowing it would be worse for her if she did. She flattened them on the bed beside her thighs instead, flexing her beautiful fingers into the white sheets. Daniel used his thumbs against her jaw to hold her mouth open and then thrust into her mouth, forcing her to take more of his cock than she had so far. She choked and moaned, her throat vibrating against him, but he held her open and continued to fuck her mouth.
After a few minutes, he knew if he didn’t stop he would come in her mouth. And while he definitely wanted to do that, he needed to come in her hot little cunt tonight. The dominant in him needed to mark his little runaway, to show her that he was calling the shots.
Daniel pulled out of her mouth and dragging her around with a hand on the arm. He pulled her legs over his arms and her ass right to the edge of the bed and entered her. She cried out and clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into his arms. She arched her head back and tilted her hips up, which pushed him against her G-spot. He gritted a smile, his girl knew what she liked in bed. After that mouth fuck, he figured she maybe deserved some reward and reached down to help her out by rubbing her clit gently with his thumb.
She started yelling again, and this time he decided to hell with hotel security, if he had to kill them it was going to be worth the effort. It didn’t take Addison long to reach her first orgasm, nor to tell the entire hotel about it. She was around her third orgasm when Daniel decided it was time to join her and, planting a fist in the mattress beside her head, pulled her hips in tightly against his and pumped savagely into her until they were both coming together.
Daniel allowed her to collapse onto the bed with a satisfied moan. He stood up, towering over her, and reached for his clothes. After a moment, she realized he wasn’t going to be joining her and reached for a blanket to cover her nakedness. Though he enjoyed her vulnerability, he didn’t like that she always wanted to cover herself around him.
“Are you leaving?” she asked.
He also didn’t like the hopeful note in her voice.
“Yes,” he answered. “So are you, get up and get dressed.”
Her mouth opened and she groped blindly for the bathrobe that had fallen off the end of the bed. After a few moments of watching her, he reached for it and tossed it at her. With an annoyed huff, she took it off of her head and pulled it over her nakedness. She crawled toward the end of the bed and stood up, wrapping her arms around her body.
“I’m not leaving, Daniel. I paid for this room and it’s too darn expensive to let it go to waste.”
“Actually, the orchestra paid for this room,” he reminded her. “And we are leaving. In about two minutes. Get dressed and gather whatever you want to take with you or we leave without it.”
Addison stomped her bare foot against the carpet and stood in mute silence for exactly two minutes. She must have known she was playing a losing game. Daniel always won. He’d found her at the Four Seasons hotel, despite her careful attempt at covering her tracks. He’d punished her. Now he was going to take her home and fuck her again, because his body fucking wanted more. It always wanted more of Addison.
Her lip wobbled and she sniffed a little. She looked like she was about to speak, but he was done speaking. He reached out, took her by the wrist and waist and swung her up over his shoulder. The breath whooshed uncomfortably out of her as her belly hit the broad, hard muscles of his shoulder. She reached out and clutched his back. He loved the feel of her nails against his skin.
“I don't care if I humiliate you, Addison. We can walk out the front door like this,” he said, heading for the hall.
He took about ten steps before Addison got enough air in her lugs to stop him.
“Daniel, please!” she begged.
Her voice came out in a panicked sob. Despite his intention to leave like that, the tone of her voice stopped him. She was the only person in the world he knew of that could stop him once he had made up his mind. He didn’t like it, but he was beginning to understand it was a fact.
“What?” he demanded, his voice hard.
“Please, let me down,” she sobbed.
He growled in annoyance and deliberated. Finally, it was the slight shaking of her body against his shoulder and back that decided him. Gently, he lifted her and slid her down his chest. He tried to look at her, but she kept her head bowed from him. He couldn’t allow that. He tilted her chin and forced her head up. She opened her exquisite dark eyes, blank to the world, now filled with tears. They crushed him. He didn't think there was anything in the world that could move him. Or if there was, he was pretty certain he would kill it. Now there was Addison.
“Please, don’t make me leave like this,” she whispered. “I… I don’t want to go.”
“Fuck!” he growled, making her jump.
Even when she was miserable like this he still wanted her. His cock was just not getting the message. And he didn’t want to fuck her in this fucking hotel room again where the world could hear her screams. The screams that belonged to him alone. He wanted to punch something. He wished he was back at King Tower where he could use the gym to vent his frustrations. Or better yet, had one of those assholes that’d shot at Addison back under his fists.
“Alright,” he finally said, “we stay.”
She was about to give him her happy smile, but he didn’t think his dick could take it right now so he lifted her by her armpits and threw her on the bed where she landed with a gasp and a bounce. He took his jacket and holster off and laid them on some kind of fancy desk.
“We’re ordering room service. And not fucking strawberries this time, I’m hungry. This place better have steak,” he growled, glaring at the mess of strawberries and chocolate on the carpet.
Addison stifled a giggle and reached for the phone beside the bed.
Chapter Thirteen
“Hello?” Addison said cautiously as she stepped off the elevator and approached the door of her condo.
She could tell someone was standing there waiting for her by the shuffle of high heels against the floor and the scent of expensive perfume. She also thought she caught the hint of a floral scent, slightly at odds with the perfume. Addison wasn’t particularly in the mood for company, but there wasn’t much she could do if the person was quite literally standing outside her apartment door. She hoped they lived in the building. It would be just her luck to pick up a third stalker.
