Apollo’s useful. And particularly protective of my girl, ensuring no one undesired enters her personal space. Even right now, he eyes the bouncers with assessing eyes, making sure neither lays one fucking finger on her.
I’m fifty feet away from the commotion, but I can tell my girl is annoyed. She’s in their face, fighting to push past them, her shoulders squared back and combat-ready.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, stopping behind her. My pulse skyrockets when I spin her around and notice tears welling in her eyes. “What happened, Hailey?”
“I saw her,” she says, her voice wobbling. “I saw the girl I met at Noretto’s and your men wouldn’t let me go after her!”
“She wasn’t alone,” Ryder says.
“Who cares?!” Hailey wails, getting in Ryder’s face. “She washere! I could’ve helped her!”
Koby looks at me over her shoulder. “The girl was with a mean-looking motherfucker and three other goons.” His expression softens when he turns back to Hailey. “We can’t just grab her without knowing who we’re dealing with. And not without Carter’s order.”
“Hailey.” I pull her into my chest. “I promised I’ll take Blaze down and I will, but I can’t get back the girls that were sold. It’d be impossible to find them all.”
“I know...” She bites her cheek, getting a hold of herself. “They shoved her under the rug right before me,” she adds, shaking softly in my arms. “I couldn’t help her, I couldn’t help any of them in that mansion.”
She clings to me harder, as if seeking comfort before the memories overwhelm her. She’s growing more distressed and closer to tears with every word she speaks.
“Do you know how slim the odds are that I’d see any of those girls again?” she asks. “And yet she wasrighthere.”
“And you’re one hundred percent sure she was with you at the mansion?” Broadway pipes in, sounding a little skeptical. “There were thirty girls there, how—”
“I’m sure. Her violet hair stands out in any crowd.”
“Lots of girls have violet hair,” he counters.
“Not like this,” Koby says. “She’s not someone you’d easily forget. You’d understand if you saw her.”
Hailey turns to me again. “I’m not asking you to find them all, just her. Please... that man had her on a leash. She must be going through hell, and—”
“Shhh, Hailey, calm down.” Seeing how upset she is, how much finding that girl means to her, I don’t need any more reasons to put my men on high alert. “Ryder, see what you can dig up about the man she was with.”
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The drive back home is tense... though not because of the violet-haired girl. Hailey calmed down before we headed out from the club, after many assurances, and left locatingVioletin my men’s capable hands.
The drive is tense because the anticipation is tearing me a new one whenever I glance at Hailey’s flustered face. She’s beyond ready for another orgasm, deliciously horny, and all mine to play with.
She keeps shifting in her seat, her lips parting whenever the butt plug moves inside her. If this wasn’t her first time trying anal, I’d tell the driver to close the partition, so I could fuck Hailey right here.
Next time...
Once she’s used to having me in her ass, I’ll order a limo specifically to take her on the back leather seat.
“Not long now,” I say, draping one arm around her.
She pushes her face into my neck, her hot mouth tracing a path along the tendon all the way to my ear.
The softest sigh escapes her, driving me fucking wild. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I had her no longer than two hours ago, sprawled over the desk in my office, but those titillating sighs of hers... those pink cheeks and hooded eyes have kept my cock hard all evening.
I’m beyond ready to pop another one of her cherries. The visual has been topping my fantasy list for months. Ever since I circled her ass with my finger, elevating her orgasm to new highs, I knew she’d love having me seated deep inside that tight little hole. Her reactions to the plug prove I was on fucking point.
“I’m never wearing thatjewelryout again,” she whispers, teeth grazing my earlobe. “It’s embarrassing how much I need you.”
“It’s hot, pretty girl. I might push a plug inside you every morning so you’re dripping wet by the time I get home.” I grasp her chin, tilt her head my way and take her mouth with the same ferocity I want to take her.
She’s intoxicating. Mine for months now, but every kiss could rival our first. Every single one deepens my feelings. She tastes like mint, lime, and rum tonight thanks to the mojitos Layla piled into her all evening.
