I walk up behind the Lord, gripping the back of his suit jacket, and pull him off her.
“What the fuck?” He turns to look at me, and I punch him in the face, knocking him back onto the bed before he rolls to the floor. I bend down, grab the collar of his button-down to pull his head up off the floor, and punch him again. Blood splatters across the pristine carpet. I hit him once more and feel his cheek break under my splitting knuckles.
He rolls onto his stomach and starts to crawl away. “Where are you going?” I taunt, feeling better already.
“Fucking bitch.” He groans, moving at the pace of a sloth. I clocked him pretty good.
I turn to look for something I can use and see a phone charger on the nightstand. I rip the cord from the wall and wrap it around his neck from behind over and over, then yank on it. I bend his head back at an odd angle while I plant my Tom Ford loafers on either side of his waist. He flails, hands digging, body thrashing, but he can’t get it off. I have it pulled so tight that blood runs down his neck from where it’s ripping his skin open. Once his body goes limp, I let go, and it falls to the floor.
I take a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through me, and step over his body. The girl is softly crying, huddling in the opposite corner of the room. Making my way to the en suite bathroom to wash up, I pick up the red dress off the floor and toss it to her without looking.
I might have wanted to fuck her when I first spotted her on the deck earlier, but the poor thing was almost raped. The least I can do is give her privacy.
Removing my suit jacket, I move on to the onyx-and-diamond striped Bergdorf Goodman cuff links, plucking them from my bloody sleeves. I undo my tie and the top couple of buttons on my dress shirt as well. Then I wash my hands, arms, face, and neck. Once done, I shut off the water and dry off. I pull my vibrating cell out and see I’ve missed another twenty-five messages.
I don’t even bother reading them, just type out and send.
Coming.
When I turn around, I’m startled to see the blonde standing in the doorway to the bathroom. Still very naked. I clear my throat, averting my eyes. “I gave you your dress.”
“He ripped it,” comes her soft voice.
“Here.” I pick up my suit jacket from the bathroom floor and hold it out to her, making sure to look away while she slips it on. It’s a little bloody, but better than nothing.
“Thank you,” she mumbles.
After a second, I glance up to see she has my suit jacket draped over her shoulders. It’s open down the front. It reaches her thighs and barely covers her breasts. I can see from her delicate neck, down her sternum, over her stomach and her shaved pussy. She’s got her legs crossed, but she makes no move to button it.
My eyes find hers, and she gives me a nervous smile before wiping the black mascara from her flushed cheeks. “Thank you,” she repeats.
I nod while yelling at myself.Leave, Kash.My brothers are going to kill me.
She steps into me, placing her hands on my hips, and I stiffen.
“I want to repay you.” She bites her red-painted lip nervously. Her hands move to my belt.
Fuck me.
I run a hand through my hair to keep myself from picking her up and tossing her to the floor. “I just killed a man who was going to rape you, and you want to repay me by letting me fuck you?” I want to make sure I understand where this situation is headed and that we’re both on the same page.
“I wasn’t in the mood.” She shrugs. “But now I am.” Her hands work slowly and steadily, undoing my buckle and then the button on my slacks, followed by my zipper.
My cell vibrates in my pocket, and I wish I had shut it off. “I can’t.” I grab her tiny wrists, stopping her, but my slacks have already fallen open and hang around my upper thighs.
Her green eyes drop to my cock. “Looks like you can.”
There’s no missing the outline of how hard I am in my gray boxer briefs. “I can’t,” I repeat, but make no move to push her away. This is what I wanted, her on her knees staring up at me while I fuck those pouty red lips. Hell, it looks like I already have by the way her makeup is smeared. All that’s missing is her drool and my cum on her flawless face.
“You’re a Lord. You can do whatever you want.” She scans my left hand to look for a wedding ring. When she meets my eyes again, she smiles at the lack of one.
“Not yet,” I add stupidly.
“Ah, I see.” She nods, taking a step back, and I release her wrists.
Thank God she understands, because I don’t know if I could turn her down one more time.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but a Lord going through initiations can’t stick his dick in a woman’s pussy, ass, or mouth.” Reaching up, she slowly grabs the collar of my suit jacket and shrugs it off, exposing her body to me before it falls to her bare feet, but I keep my eyes on hers. “But we can still play.” She walks backward into the room and scoots onto the bed, spreading her legs.
