Cigarette smoke filled the air, thickening throughout the dark, crowded space. Region leaders sat around the tables, whores and strippers in their laps, grinding against their limp cocks as the money was counted on the table in front of them.
My angel was on my arm, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t alone.
I didn’t hate this feeling—because it washer.
We were in Club Sweat, the sister club to Club Fever, located in the heart of Boston, almost a twin to its sibling.
I led her to the private elevator, halting the bodyguard who was supposed to join us on the ride up. I didn’t need to sayanything to him; my raised palm and threatening look sufficed. The elevator was mirrored, and my angel surrounded me.
It pleased me, probably too much.
We had been in Boston for three hours, stopping at my condo before coming here. She remained in her tight dress, made to tempt demons like me. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, and my eyes roamed freely over her full breasts, delicious hips and toned legs. When I looked back up to her face, she wore a smile—a genuine one.
“Do you smile at all men who look at your body?” I asked, raising a brow.
“I have only wanted one man to look at me,” she said as she took in my appearance. I shredded the suit jacket after I returned to the condo, standing before her in black slacks, and black button up. There was a meeting with the manager of the Red Sox as soon as we landed.
“I've wanted to look at you for years, Karina,” I admitted, stopping the elevator between floors and stepping to her. “I want to ruin that red lipstick, or do you want to look fresh in front of these worthless men?” I asked softly, grabbing her face in my hands, my fingers sinking into her hair.
“It’s smudge proof,” she breathed. My nostrils flared.
“I do love a good challenge,” I growled as I crushed my lips to hers, consuming her, needing to inhale her life before I walked into a room of death. She kissed me back with the same force, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her tongue met mine, and the need to fuck took over. I hadn’t fucked in months.
Not since I saw her in the street.
Not since she became mine once more.
My cock didn’t want anyone else but her—and I had been going absolutely mad because of it.
She bit my bottom lip tentatively, testing the waters. I chuckled.
“Such a gentle angel.”
“Call me 'baby' again,” she begged into my mouth.
I released a growl, shoving her against the mirrored wall, kissing down her neck. She moaned into my ear.
“Once my hand goes up this dress, I'm going to find you bare for me, correct?” I quipped, trailing a single hand down her body, stopping to squeeze her breast. When I told her this morning that she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear, that wasn’t just bedroom talk—I meant it.
She let out a whimper that sounded like a plea.
“Words, Karina.” I licked and sucked her neck, feeling her rapid pulse against my tongue as my hand yanked the fabric up to her thighs.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I hissed, gripping her soft thigh.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, let’s see if my angel likes to lie to me.” My hand slid across her heavenly skin, the tips of my fingers finding the apex of her thigh.Bare.
As I bit her neck, I shoved my knee between hers, placing her on my thigh. My fingers found her pussy, her arousal instantly coating them as I rubbed her clit.
“Fuck that hand, baby,” I groaned into her skin, rubbing her clit in circles.
She gasped and began moving her hips against me, my fingers sliding in and out of her warmth, her reflection of ecstasy all around me—my own personal heaven. My free hand palmed her ass, aiding her as she chased her pleasure. I lifted my head to watch her, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she gasped and moaned for me.
The look on her face could possess a demon. She succeeded—color me possessed.
