She presses herself into my larger frame, her delicate hands curling into the fabric of my shirt. I circle her waist with one arm and possessively grasp the back of her neck, forcing her to keep eye contact with me. I won’t allow her to look away. I want her to see me. See how much I want her. Declan should never have trusted me for this assignment.
We dance for over an hour to our own music, ignoring the pumping, vibrant beats of what the DJ is playing. We don’t try to make small talk. She needs to lose herself in me—a complete stranger she just met at a club but one she seems to feel comfortable with—to drown out the voices inside her head. To help her escape from the loss of her beloved brother. And I’m more than happy to play that role for her.
The air inside the club is stifling from the heat given off by tens of dozens of people. Alexandria and I are both slicked with sweat, but it enhances how her skin glows and the way it smells. Something faintly floral, like jasmine or honeysuckle.
“Want to get out of here?” she asks, spearing her hands through her hair and fisting the locks with one hand in a makeshift ponytail. An image of me doing the same thing while pounding into her from behind has me almost groaning out loud.
In answer to her question, I grip her hip with one hand, turning her around, and guiding her toward the front of the club where the main exit is located. She leans into my touch, seeking comfort from a man she just met. I know exactly what this is and what’s about to happen. I couldn’t give a shit that the only reason she’s going to fuck me is because she needs something to help her forget and take away the pain that she’s in, even if only for a few hours. This girl has no idea the things I would do for her.
Once outside on the sidewalk, the music lessens, not by much, but enough so we don’t have to shout at one another to be heard.
I don’t trust valets, pay-by-the-hour garages, or taxis because they’re just another way for people to track you if they know where to look. Instead, I parked my motorcycle down the street in an alleyway that has no security cameras pointed at it. I don’t need it for where I’m taking her. Declan owns one of the hotels a couple of blocks within easy walking distance from where we’re at. Officially, the towering Luxem Grand Hotel in the heart of the city is owned by a British financier with ties to the monarchy, so if Rossi decides to go digging as to the whereabouts of his daughter, seeing as he’s put his own men to follow her, he won’t connect it back to Declan. He’ll just think Alexandria spent the night at some fancy place in Geneva after partying at a nightclub. His man he sent to spy on her, however… well, once Rossi finds out he’s dead, he’ll know something is up. I’m on borrowed time to get Declan what he wants.
It’s ironic that Alexandria happened to go to one of the nightclubs in Geneva that is located near one of Declan’s Swiss properties. It solidifies that tonight, what’s about to happen between the two of us, is fated. I’m Irish, after all, and we believe in all that destiny, magic shit.
“I don’t normally do this,” she confesses, snuggling to my side to help ward off the chill of the night air, a blush creeping up her cheeks as we walk along the sidewalk.
Even at two in the morning, the city is alive and bustling. The bars and clubs in town stay open until five in the morning, just as nine-to-fivers wake up and get ready for work, and children prepare for another school day.
Springtime in Geneva is rather cold, temperatures hovering in the low-to-mid forties. Everything in Europe is Celsius and not Fahrenheit, so it takes me a second to convert between the two. I may be Irish, but I’ve spent my entire life growing up in the States.
“Neither do I,” I reply, and she cocks her head to the side to look up at me, an incredulous smirk on her heart-shaped face.
“I highly doubt that’s true.”
Placing my hand on her lower back, I feel the tremor run through her at my touch. “How so?”
Instead of answering, she bites her bottom lip, the sensuous nature of it causing my dick to take notice.
When we get to the Luxem, she stops and peers up at it. The golden glass sparkles and reflects the lights of the city. A brisk breeze flutters her hair across her face, and she shivers. Neither one of us has on a jacket.
“You have a room here?”
I nod in answer and quietly watch her as she continues to take everything in.
We stand in silence for a few minutes, and then I feel the soft caress of her hand down my arm, her fingers threading with mine, so we’re holding hands.
“I’d really like to see your room.”
We crash together as I roughly shove Alexandria against the wall of the penthouse suite, a framed painting rattling at the impact. I kick the door closed and shuck off my shoes, our lips fused together, my tongue fucking her hot mouth. It’s dark inside the room, faint light coming from the glow of moonlight spearing in through the floor-to-ceiling window.
Alexandria’s face comes into view, and I pull back to look at her. So goddamn breathtaking. Her pale indigo eyes are black with lust. Her lips bee-stung and kiss-swollen. She’s panting lightly, the smell of her arousal a heady scent that intoxicates me.
Palming her face, I gently brush up her cheek with the pad of my thumb, a sweet touch compared to the violence of desire that she must notice is churning in my stormy gray eyes. Her head lilts, just a fraction, accepting the small piece of gentleness I’m giving her, knowing that soon, the turbulent maelstrom between us will sweep us away.
My touch that was seconds ago so tender, circles her neck and grips her throat. My lips take hers once again in a kiss that is both pleasure and pain. Alexandria immediately opens for me when my tongue demands entrance. I’m claiming her, branding her as mine. I plan to ruin her so that she remembers tonight for years to come.
She brings her hands up to tightly grip the front of my shirt and sighs into my mouth, showing me that she wants more.
As my fingers curl into the pliable skin of her neck, my other hand slides along her bare thigh, bunching the silk folds of her dress up until a thin strip of red lace is uncovered. The sight of it makes me almost lose my fucking mind. I slide a finger up her slit, testing her, and am pleased when I discover her panties are soaked. Pulling back sharply, my nostrils flare, filling my lungs with her musk. Alexandria cries out when I rip off her thong and roughly thrust two fingers inside her sweet cunt, impaling her to the wall.
“I’m going to fuck you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name. I’m going to take everything from you, Alexandria, until all you taste, see, and feel is me.”
“Yes,” she moans low, pulling me closer so I can feast on her body.
While my fingers fuck her to a quick orgasm, I bend to latch on to a sensitive patch of skin exposed by the deep V of the bodice of her dress. Her breath hitches when I bite down, marking her, and her back arches off the wall. She thrusts her hips against my hand, her body seeking its own pleasure and demanding more.
While my fingers pump her, her responding moans are music to my ears.
