10
MICHAEL
A driana had been right. I trusted Reece; I thought she was honest, professional. I had invited her as a friend to thank her for all those long hours she had put into my work. But she was just like all the others. Wanting more from me, wanting my fame, wanting the spotlight. A spotlight that had only brought me problems.
And then there was my fiery temptress. I shifted in my seat, instantly getting hard at the thought of her. The way she’d moaned my name, the way she held onto me not wanting to let me go. Fuck, she was a hot little thing. Rubbing against me, getting herself off while using me.
I ran a hand across my chin and propped my head into my hands. This was ridiculous. What was I doing? I shouldn’t have touched her. I crossed that damn line and I hadn’t given a flying fuck.
But now we had to work together. How the fuck were we going to work together?
Fuck!
I stood up and began to pace. That woman got me hard just by saying hello. I wanted her down on her knees with my cock on her tongue every second of the fucking day. And her moans. Jesus those whimpers! I didn’t think she’d give in so easily. The way she melted into me, she was willing to submit, it was instinct.
Adriana was sweet, soft-spoken, and sensitive. She’d been hurt before, that much was clear. I would bet on my life that a man hadn’t touched her like that in a long time. Why someone hadn’t snatched her up, I had no idea. She was so fucking perfect.
All soft curves and needy moans.
Fuck!
I need to stop thinking of her. I need to get my shit together and keep writing. Finish the book off without any more interruptions. I propped my laptop on my lap and opened up to the chapter I was currently on. It didn’t help that I was on a hot erotic scene, or that my lead character was going to perform a heated BDSM act on his submissive. As I started to write I could only picture her innocent face, those big brown eyes staring back at me as I cuffed her arms to either side of that cross. Gliding my fingertips along the sensitive flesh of her arms, tickling her underarms, tracing her ribcage. Bending down and swallowing a tit and giving it long hard pulls.
Adriana’s moans and whimpers filled my head as sensual excitement poured through me. I stroked at my cock through my jeans, trying to alleviate the ache as I wrote. My fingertips flying along the keyboard as I pictured just what I wanted to do to my innocent sub. How I wanted to punish her for making her DOM hard.
I made sure to clamp her nipples, a long delicate chain running down her tummy long enough for me to tug on as I fingered her up on that cross. Reaching for a flogger, I whipped at her soft white flesh, teasing her, making her cry out as the leather straps flicked at her clit.
Fuck!
I wanted her to scream off the page. I wanted to wrack her body with pleasure until she fainted up against the leather boards. Falling limp to the pleasure only I could give her, and then I wanted to do it all over again. Taking a vibrator I pressed it to her clit and forced the truth out of my heroine. I wanted to know what kind of games she was playing at. What her motive was for coming to me?
She trembled, making the chains rattle as she struggled with her leather cuffs. I kept the toy pressed against her clit and her whole body shook, her stomach muscles rippling from the wicked abuse. In my mind, it was all playing out perfectly. I wanted her in needy agony. I wanted her to ache, to be as consumed by me as I was of her.
Fuck!
I threw my laptop to the side and slid my cock out. I threw my head back on the couch and closed my eyes as I pictured Adriana at my mercy. Slapping her cunt until she was begging me for more until she was mine. I groaned, stroking my cock to her. She got me so fucking hard, so fucking hot.
Those pouty lips and big brown eyes begging me for mercy. Begging for me to take her. I grunted, and my hips rolled, raising and falling as I pictured myself rutting into her. That sweet scent of citruses surrounding me as I pummeled her into submission.
Fuck!
I groaned as I tugged on my cock picturing her lips parting, her tits trembling as she unraveled for me. My hand gripped tighter, giving myself long, hard strokes. This woman was driving me to the brink of madness, every second with her had me on edge. I couldn’t stay and she was confusing the fuck out of me.
A sweet confusion that had me picturing my fiery temptress in every wicked position, her soft sultry curves pressed against me, her moans of satisfaction being hummed in my ear. My obsession was intense, it was crazy, it was a whirlwind of emotions that had me taking my cock out and pumping it until I was gritting my teeth with the force of my tugs. Jacking off to her pretty face, my need for her growing.
Fuck!
I growled as warm cum spurted out of my slit, seeping down the shaft and flooding my fist. My body tensed, my muscles flexing as I orgasmed with thoughts of her in my head. When the pleasure finally subsided, I lied there, staring up at the ceiling. My breathing was heavy and the growing desperation to give into her was making me frustrated.
I looked over at my open laptop, the words flooding my head. I couldn’t help but write it all out. I took every raw emotion, every sick act I could think of, and I created another world where I could finally have what I wanted without remorse, without hesitation, without fear.
“DID you see the book world this morning?”
I rubbed at my temples as Samuel King’s sharp voice cut through the speaker.
“I haven’t seen anything, I’m busy writing your new series, remember.”
“Fuck, Mike! You’re all over social media this morning!”
“What? Why?”
“Why? Open up your internet, man.”
Frowning, I turned on my messenger. I had more than a dozen messages asking me who this girl was, why I hadn’t mentioned her before if we were serious. I stared at the series of photographs of Reese kissing me on the dance floor. They looked like they were taken by a cell phone camera.
Then along one of the taglines, there was the rumor that I had been with another woman that night. That I had been with several women and that I was a certified playboy.
I frowned at the words “certified playboy.” Something or someone had spilled more information than she needed to.
“I’ll call you back, Sam.”
“Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”
“I don’t need to explain myself to anyone. Where I stick my dick is none of anyone’s concern.”
“It’s mine! You have an image to uphold. You have a fucking interview this morning and you damn well know that’s going to be the topic of conversation.”
“Half the women in the nation already have my name on the tips of their tongue, what concerns me is how this rumor got to them.”
“Fix this.”
“I’ll call you back,” I snapped.
Hanging up with him I dialed out to the news article’s Editor in Chief. He owed me a few favors and would know just how this information got to them. Not only that, he’d be the one taking it down.
“Richard.”
“Mr. Knight! What an unexpected surprise!”
“Cut the shit. Who gave you those photos?”
“I really can’t divulge that information, Sir. Our sources are protected.”
“You either give me that information or I’ll divulge the fact that you’ve been sneaking around with that pretty little assistant of yours behind your wife’s back.”
A heavy silence permeated the line until finally, he spoke. “One second, Sir.”
“I’m sorry Mr. Knight. Unfortunately, it looks like it was a legit source.”
“Is it now? And who exactly was talking about me? The only one who knows about me, is me!”
“Your Production Editor.”
“I’m sorry, who?”
“An Adriana Montes.”
“Adriana?”
“Yes, Sir. You have to understand that when news like this hits our lap we have to run with it...”
His voice was far away as I realized that the one person I had trusted with my private life, my career, my work…had betrayed me. I stared back at the pictures and I hadn’t seen it before, but in the last one, in the far back corner, I saw the expression of a woman who was beyond hurt. Expanding the shot I could make out her fists at her side, her trembling lip, and a look that said that I was going to pay for what I had just done.
“Fuck!” I threw my phone across the room and heard the screen shatter.
How could she do this to me? How could she stab me in the back like that, all because of a fucking kiss! A kiss I didn’t even fucking initiate! I was so fucking pissed, I wanted to strangle her, punish her, fuck the shit out of her for being so goddamn immature!
Looking at the clock I realized it was a quarter past five. I needed to get to this goddamn interview and fast. She was supposed to be here, I needed her by my side.
Fuck my life!
“MR. KNIGHT, there are murmurs of a new series coming to fruition, is that correct?”
My eyes kept darting to the entrance of the restaurant where the interview was taking place. She was supposed to be here by now. Where the hell was she?
“Mr. Knight? Is everything alright?”
“Yes. Yes, there is a new darker series I’m working on.”
The reporter, a tall, thin, blonde-haired beauty sat before me. Usually, I’d be charming the fuck out of her, but today I was distracted by a curvy brunette who was driving me to the brink of madness.
I looked over at the pretty blonde and she simply smiled at me. I realized she was waiting for me to elaborate on my works in progress.
“Actually, it’s been a hell of a journey working on this storyline. It’s one of my darkest novels yet.”
“How so?”
“Well I don’t want to give away too much information, but let’s just say that our hero’s obsessive nature pushes him into doing some seriously dirty deeds.”
She laughed along with me and I could see her blush. I nearly rolled my eyes at how easy it was sometimes. I ignored her flustered form and stole another glance at the entrance. Adriana should have been here by now. She knew how anxious I became when having to do this on my own, seeing her face always brought me a sense of peace.
What if something bad had happened to her, and here I was doing a fucking interview. What if she left? My thoughts wandered to that possibility and my anxiety peaked.
“Mr. Knight there was a picture that surfaced on the Internet just this past weekend. You’re the topic of conversation all over social media. Chicago’s most eligible bachelor has finally found his dark heroine. Can you tell us who this mystery woman is?”
I smiled, grateful to Sam for having warned me earlier. I had at least come prepared. “To be honest, I think she was a fan. They tend to get a little out of hand with those drinks sometimes.”
She gave me a tight smile and I could see in her expression that she didn’t fully believe me.
“I bet they do. I’m sure you have fans crawling all over you, and of course, we’ve seen you with several actresses and models. Most recently we saw you having dinner with another unknown beauty. How is it that you’ve been able to keep your bachelor status for so long?”
I shifted in my seat feeling slightly uncomfortable with the direction that this was headed. “I don’t know what to say. I haven’t found the right girl yet, I guess.”
“The right girl? Do any of your lead characters reflect that perfect girl?”
The image of Adriana’s curvy body chained up on that cross earlier this morning, encompassed my mind. I arched an eyebrow and smiled. “I suppose there may be a muse in there somewhere.”
“Does this mean your new series may entail some personal elements?”
Oh, she was good, this one. “There’s always personal elements in my stories. I believe that in order for my writing to be strong, I need to pour my feelings into it, my desires. So yes, there are always personal elements in everything I write.”
“Which is why you have so many fans, Mr. Knight.” She said that last phrase with sincerity and I appreciated it.
I managed to avoid more harrowing questions about my personal life and refocused the interview back onto my work and future plans. I kept taking glances towards the entrance of the restaurant hoping she’d appear, suddenly wanting to see her pretty face again. I was completely distracted and worried as fuck.
By the time the interview was over I was a complete wreck. God only knows if I had answered those last questions correctly. My mind wasn’t on the answers, it was on my sultry muse who’d decided to fuck up my life in more ways than one today. Who did she think she was dealing with here? She’s the cause of all this bullshit yet she has the nerve to not show up.
Slamming my car door shut, I took my phone out and texted her. If she thought she was going to ruin me, she had another thing coming. I’d expose her so fast she wouldn’t know what hit her. Her credibility gone, her career destroyed.
Her pretty face popped into my mind and pain shot through my chest. The deep sting of disappointment hurt deeper than I thought it would. Yet, I just wanted to see her again. Just one more time. Know she was alright, and then I’d make her pay for putting me through all this fucking grief.